Chapter 175: Blackmail?

"Is it you?" The two of them stared at each other through the door frame for nearly ten seconds before Jiang Hai slowly spoke. It was his words that finally shook the person outside from their daze.

"It's me!" The woman outside straightened her clothes, cleared her throat lightly, and looked into the room.

Hearing her strong, feminine voice, Jiang Hai couldn't help but laugh at himself. How had she found this place?

"Jiang Hai, who is it?" Just as the two exchanged silent glances, Feng Yunchen, wrapped in a blanket, stepped out from inside. Bingcheng, located in the northernmost part of China, has heating in all buildings. No matter how cold it is outside, the temperature inside is always a comfortable 26 degrees Celsius, so the blanket was sufficient to keep her warm.

When she saw the woman standing at the door, a feeling in her gut told her that this woman might not be easy to deal with.

The woman's gaze quickly turned to Feng Yunchen, and a flash of murderous intent flickered in her eyes, though she quickly suppressed it.

"Oh, it's nothing. Go back inside, Feng Yunchen," Jiang Hai said immediately, sensing the tension between the two women. After sending Feng Yunchen back into the room, Jiang Hai turned to the woman at the door.

Yes, this woman was none other than Jiang Hai's ex-wife, Qi Li.

Qi Li's mood seemed off today, which was understandable. Although her company was thriving, her mother had been pressuring her to come home for the New Year, and she wasn't sure how to explain things to her mother.

After hearing news of Jiang Hai's return last night, she barely slept and took the earliest flight back to Bingcheng this morning. She went straight to Jiang Hai's house as soon as she landed. It was impossible for her to be in a good state. If one looked closely, they could see that her eyes were bloodshot.

"I'll give you ten minutes. I'll wait for you in the car downstairs." Qi Li took a deep breath, suppressing the unspoken anger in her heart, then looked at Jiang Hai and spoke slowly before turning to walk downstairs.

"Crazy woman," Jiang Hai muttered under his breath, watching her leave. He didn't want to deal with her, but he knew they needed to have a conversation. Shaking his head, Jiang Hai followed her down.

"Jiang Hai, what was that just now?" Feng Yunchen, who had heard the door close, poked her head out and asked curiously.

"Oh, my ex-wife. Well, I don't know how to explain it. Wait here, I'll go down first." Jiang Hai felt a bit awkward, not sure how to explain the situation to the girl who had slept with him last night.

"Oh, no problem. You handle it. I should head home anyway. I didn't go back last night, and my mom's called me several times," Feng Yunchen said with a smile, sticking out her tongue. Unbothered by Jiang Hai's gaze, she returned to the room to change.

It was late last night when they got back, and although there had been light in the room, Jiang Hai hadn't gotten a clear look at Feng Yunchen's figure. Now that he saw her, he couldn't help but admire her physique. Feng Yunchen was indeed stunning.

She stood at 1.72 meters tall, with long, curly hair and a face that could stop traffic. Her body was even better, possibly the result of years of training. While some muscle definition was visible, it only added to her striking, heroic aura. Her long legs, toned waist, perky buttocks, and E-cup bust were all perfect features that captured any man's attention.

"My figure didn't come easily. Though I've had facial injections, my body's all natural. Hard work!" Feng Yunchen said with a playful smile, noticing Jiang Hai's admiring gaze. Embarrassed, Jiang Hai quickly looked away and hurried to get dressed.

But, as always, getting ready took longer than expected. After Jiang Hai finished dressing, it took Feng Yunchen another ten minutes to finish getting ready—without makeup. By the time they both made their way downstairs, twenty minutes had passed. As soon as they stepped outside, Jiang Hai spotted a Bentley Mulsanne parked in the distance. He recognized it immediately. It was Feng Yunchen's car—the same one used as their wedding car.

However, Jiang Hai didn't rush over. Instead, he walked to the side of the road to hail a taxi for Feng Yunchen. After that, he approached the backseat of the Bentley and gently knocked on the window.

"Get in the car." The window slowly lowered, revealing Qi Li's cold, flawless face. Her voice was icy as she addressed Jiang Hai.

"I'm not getting in. Just tell me what you want. I still need to visit my parents," Jiang Hai said firmly. To be honest, he really didn't want anything more to do with her.

"I'm going with you. If you're a man, get in the car. Don't be so fussy," Qi Li shot back, narrowing her eyes. Sensing her cold aura, Jiang Hai smirked with disdain.

"You didn't go when my mother passed away. Why go now? If there's nothing else, I'll leave." Jiang Hai shook his head. While he wasn't usually harsh with women, he couldn't afford to be soft with Qi Li.

"I want to talk about our marriage. Get in the car." Qi Li's words grew more urgent as she quickly opened the door and spoke loudly to Jiang Hai.

Finally hearing her get to the point, Jiang Hai paused. He nodded and walked around to the other side of the car, sitting in the backseat. Though Qi Li was still unhappy, she too sat down.

"Master, please take us to the crematorium," Jiang Hai said to the driver once the door closed. The driver glanced at Qi Li's assistant in the front seat but couldn't make a decision without her consent.

"Listen to him. Let's go," Qi Li commanded, and the car slowly started, heading toward the crematorium.

"If you have something to say, just say it," Jiang Hai said, breaking the awkward silence as the car moved slowly down the road. After a moment's thought, he decided to speak first.

"This year, I hope you'll come home with me for the New Year," Qi Li replied coldly, not looking at Jiang Hai. She wasn't sure how to face him, so she stared out the window instead.

"Mr. Qi, I think you might be disappointed. We're divorced, aren't we?" Jiang Hai scratched his head, glancing at her, before replying.

"As long as my signature isn't on that piece of paper, we're not divorced. You're still my legal husband. Even if I travel around the world, that can't change," Qi Li said, her voice cold as ice when she heard him mention the divorce.

"Oh, do you think I don't know the law? How long have we been married? How long have we been separated? You know exactly what's been happening between us. The reason I filed for divorce and gave you the agreement was to spare your dignity. Let's part on peaceful terms. We've never been together, so it's better we go our separate ways. If you refuse to sign, I'll go to court to finalize the divorce. It shouldn't be a hassle," Jiang Hai said, his eyes narrowing. He wasn't intimidated now, and he hadn't been when he'd needed help before either.

"Fine, you can file for divorce anytime, but don't forget to give me half of your property in Boston once it's finalized," Qi Li said, her voice softening slightly.

"Why should I give you my property? What's it got to do with you? Should I give you half of your inheritance too?" Jiang Hai frowned, his voice rising. The Winthrop estate in Boston was Jiang Hai's life's work, and no one understood its value better than him.

The estate alone was worth more than a billion dollars, and that was in US dollars! He would never give Qi Li half of it, not even if he were forced to.

"Oh, you still claim to know the law? Are you sure? That estate in Boston was purchased while we were married, which makes it joint property. My shares came from my father, who passed before we married, so they're mine alone—pre-marital property. Your estate is post-marital property, and no matter where you sue, if we don't agree to divorce, half of your estate is mine!" Qi Li's eyes flashed red as she turned toward Jiang Hai and recited the law with chilling precision.

Jiang Hai licked his lips, unsure if Qi Li's legal claims were true. But he felt a deep unease. Even if she didn't get half, he would feel sick at the thought of giving up a tenth of the estate.

Seeing Jiang Hai speechless, Qi Li felt a strange satisfaction, as though she had finally gotten one up on him. Since learning that Jiang Hai had run away months ago, she had felt nothing but anger toward him. Now, having scored a victory, she couldn't help but smile.