Chapter 24

Hearing that Yu Jinwen had left, Nan Song inexplicably let out a sigh of relief, though her heart sank slightly. 

She pulled up the lobby surveillance footage on her computer, watching Yu Jinwen's stern face darken with anger. A faintly mocking smile curled her lips. "How impressive of me—to actually make him this furious." 

For someone like Yu Jinwen, a man who lived among the clouds, this was probably the first time in his life he'd ever been turned away—let alone by her. 

For the past three years, she had always been the one carefully reading his moods. Now, it was finally her turn to make him suffer. 

Hah. It actually felt... satisfying. 

Watching Yu Jinwen storm off in a huff, Nan Song snorted inwardly: *Serves you right for divorcing me to marry that scheming little actress.* 

Though Jiang Fan was Nan Song's trusted right-hand man, he had no idea where she'd been for the past three years. Seeing her uncharacteristically absorbed in the surveillance footage, he couldn't help but ask, "That Mr. Yu... would he happen to be Yu Jinwen, CEO of Yu Corporation in Beicheng?" 

Nan Song gave a faint hum of acknowledgment. 

Jiang Fan frowned. "But Nan Corp and Yu Corp have always been competitors. Even though we're just across the river from each other, we've had zero dealings for years—practically sworn enemies. Why would Yu Jinwen come here?" 

No one except her five elder brothers knew about her three-year marriage to Yu Jinwen—not even Jiang Fan. 

Nan Song saw no reason to tell him now, especially since they were already divorced. 

"Don't mind him." 

She closed the surveillance feed and straightened up. "Back to the proposal—there are a few points that need revision..." 

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Inside the car, Yu Jinwen's expression was stormy enough to drown the entire city. 

The overcast skies of Nancheng only deepened his foul mood. Rolling down the window for air, he lit a cigarette, trying to ease his irritation. 

He Zhao, equally indignant, couldn't hold back. "President Yu, are we sure that Nan family heiress is really... *her*? Could there be a mistake? That Nan Song was downright arrogant—how could she possibly be the same woman? Madam was always so gentle, especially around you. Like a kitten, really. The moment you appeared, she'd light up with that smile—" 

Perhaps it was the nicotine playing tricks, but He Zhao's words summoned an image of Nan Song's radiant smile—bright as the sun, dazzling enough to blind. 

The burning sting of ash against his fingers snapped Yu Jinwen back to reality. His assistant's grating voice only fueled his temper. "Shut up!" 

He Zhao immediately clammed up under his boss's thunderous glare. 

The car plunged into suffocating silence. 

Then, the ringing of his phone shattered the tension. 

Yu Jinwen answered with a terse, "What." 

A cheerful, teasing voice floated through. "Oof, that tone. Things didn't go well, huh? So? Did the ex-wife slam the door in your face, or did she slap you?" 

The sheer glee in that voice made Yu Jinwen want to reach through the phone and throttle the speaker. But he still needed information. Gritting his teeth, he asked, "How much do you know about Nan Song?" 

"Not much. Honestly, I probably know just as much as you do—that she's the eldest daughter of the Nan family, newly appointed CEO of Nan Corp. Beyond that? Zilch."