He was dead serious, looking completely at ease—if Yang Xinyi didn't already know his true nature, she would have thought he was telling the truth.
"What will it take for you to finally agree to a divorce?" Yang Xinyi demanded, her chest heaving with anger.
"My dear wife, surely you know how much a divorce would devastate me. I am absolutely against it. However, if you insist, I will respect your choice. But you'll have to compensate me for my lost youth, my damaged reputation, and my wasted sperm. I don't need much... just a billion should do," Ye Xiong said.
"A billion? You might as well go rob a bank!" Yang Xinyi retorted furiously.
"If you don't agree, then we won't get divorced. I'm a bit tired. I'm heading upstairs," Ye Xiong said, before bolting upstairs in a flash.
Seeing him act this way, a bitter smile touched Yang Xinyi's lips. Shameless.