Let’s Get Divorced. I’m Going Home to Inherit a Billion-Dollar Fortune

In the second year of their marriage, on Zhu Ci’s birthday, Qiao Yu asked for a divorce. “Wanhe is back. I’m going to marry her, and you… will be in our way.” In their way? Zhu Ci felt as if she had plunged into an ice cave. Her two years of marriage had turned out to be an obstacle to his pursuit of true love. Seeing the man’s cold expression, she finally gave up, deciding their two years together had been wasted on a dog. “Qiao Yu, don’t you dare regret this!” The eldest Miss Zhu, who had supposedly died years ago, suddenly reappeared, swiftly acquired most of the company’s shares, and took back control of the group. At a lavish banquet, Qiao Yu watched with red-rimmed eyes as the woman laughed and chatted in another man’s arms. He clutched her wrist tightly. “I was the one who got together with you first.”