She ran, and he pursued; he knelt down to beg for marriage. After five years of marriage, Wen Yao endured the mistreatment of her in-laws and her husband's indifference in silence. In one reckless night and a morning of framing, she suddenly woke up and threw down the divorce agreement!
Lu Yancheng had vowed that Wen Yao wouldn't be able to leave him for more than three days. Yet, the result was that a whole three weeks passed without a trace of her shadow. Lu Yancheng regretted his words!
As proud as he was, he humbled himself and said, "Darling, it's me who can't be away from you. Will you come back?"
As cold as he could be, he affectionately said, "Darling, I will love you for eternity. Shall we remarry?"
Wen Yao replied, "A qualified ex should act as if they're dead!"
Later on, she became a world-renowned designer, exuding charm and allure. With a mere gesture, countless young admirers came forward, eager to express their love!
Lu Yancheng grew anxious, envious, and green-eyed with jealousy. He got down on one knee and stopped acting like a decent person. "Yaoyao, I'm ready to try anything, anytime. I am the perfect candidate to be your lapdog!"
Wen Yao, with an air of charm, played with her long hair. A dog of a man like you, worthy of me?!

My Billionaire Ex-Husband Wants Me Every Night

Wen Yao sneered and took out the brake pads! See how Zhou Hong continues to be a dead duck!


"Recognize? Look familiar? The cut corners are rounded, not worn, and I'll give the evidence to the police for a technical examination."


Zhou Hong's face stiffened, but she reacted fairly quickly and immediately bit back at Wen Yao!


"Brake pads that any random garage has! How can you guarantee that they're from my car? What if you switched them!"


"That's a coincidence, this dealership I found is monitored, the dismantling process is fully transparent, the owner of the store in the first place to prevent the owner from making trouble, but I never thought it would come in handy for me."


Saying that, Wen Yao took out her cell phone, pulled up the surveillance video, and played it at two times the speed.


"When the time comes, the police will be summoned, and once they sit in the small dark room and interrogate you, you'll have to talk even if you don't!"


Evidence and an Idea