Chapter 19

Nan Song's footsteps paused. 

For a moment, she thought she was still drunk or seeing a ghost. 

Yu Jinwen—why was he here? 

But the man's icy expression and the intense stare fixed on her made it clear he was here for her. He must have uncovered her background through some means. 

However, since the divorce was already finalized, there was no need to greet him. Nan Song steadied herself and continued walking forward, head held high, exuding elegance and poise, her demeanor flawless. 

"Stop." A cold voice rang out from the booth. 

Nan Song acted as if she hadn't heard, not pausing for a second. 

Suddenly, a sharp gust of wind swept toward her as a hand gripped her wrist. The bodyguards behind her immediately stepped forward to intervene. "What do you think you're doing?" 

One of the bodyguards swung a knifehand strike, but Yu Jinwen blocked it. Just as a fight seemed imminent, Nan Song waved her hand dismissively, signaling the bodyguards to stand down. She then looked up at Yu Jinwen with an indifferent expression. "Sir, you're hurting me." 

Her wrist was tightly clasped in his hand. After knowing him for so long, this was the first time he had ever touched her. 

After their divorce. 

How ironic. 

Yu Jinwen studied her cold, detached eyes. The once gentle and obedient face now seemed utterly alien—icy and distant, as if she had never known him. It infuriated him. "What game are you playing?" 

He released her wrist, but his tone remained bitingly cold. "Who exactly are you?" 

Her assistant snapped, "How dare you speak to our young lady like that?" 

Nan Song raised a hand to silence the assistant, then met Yu Jinwen's gaze with no warmth in her eyes. "Sir, do we know each other?" 

Yu Jinwen froze. 

She was pretending not to know him? Had their three years of marriage meant nothing? 

His fists clenched as an urge to lash out surged within him. The temper he had kept restrained for years was now on the verge of exploding because of this woman. Through gritted teeth, he demanded, "If you don't know me, why were you looking at me just now?" 

Nan Song replied matter-of-factly, "Because you're good-looking. What, can't people look at something pleasing to the eye? Is your face a tourist attraction? Do I have to pay just to glance at it?" 

Yu Jinwen: "..." 

Since when had this once-taciturn woman become so sharp-tongued? 

"Do you have any cash?" 

Nan Song turned to her assistant. 

The two assistants rummaged through their pockets but could only produce a single five-cent coin, awkwardly admitting, "Only five cents." 

"That's enough." 

Nan Song took the coin and shoved it into Yu Jinwen's hand. "Here's five cents. Keep the change." 

Then, she strode away in her high heels with regal grace, leading her entourage like a queen surveying her domain—without a single glance back, without a trace of lingering attachment. 

Yu Jinwen stood there, clutching the five-cent coin, his mind in chaos. It was as if he had never truly known this woman. She was nothing like before. 

Yet her features were unmistakable, and the teardrop mole at the corner of her eye couldn't lie. 

A burst of raucous laughter echoed nearby. Fu Yu, who had witnessed the entire scene, was doubled over with laughter by the elevator, nearly collapsing in amusement. 

Having known Yu Jinwen for so long, this was the first time he'd seen him so thoroughly bested. 

Still laughing, Fu Yu slung an arm over Yu Jinwen's shoulder. "Are you sure this is the 'obedient and boring' ex-wife you described? Is this ex-husband of yours only worth five cents?" 

Yu Jinwen clenched the coin, his jaw tight and veins bulging at his temples. 

Fu Yu continued gleefully, "But since you're already divorced, that means you're no longer connected, right? So… can I pursue her? I've got to say, this little wildcat is exactly my type..."