After the Divorce, My Max-Level Ex-Wife Dazzles the World

For three years of marriage, Gu Yanci thought I was a "wooden beauty" who could do nothing but cook.

Then, on the day we divorced, I took off my apron, and data began swirling in my eyes!

With a cold laugh, I said, "Mr. Gu, that jade bracelet you used to curry favor with your moonlight was made of resin."

Ding! Appraisal successful. Face-slapping the scumbag: satisfaction +10,000!

Ding! Restored the national treasure, Shattered Mountains and Rivers: awarded lifetime honorary status by the National Museum!

A nobody brings in a family heirloom for appraisal? I can spot the marks of time at a glance: "Fake. The distressing was done last week."

A scheming rival fakes tears and plays the victim? I switch on my microexpression analysis: "Your left eyelid is twitching, and the corners of your mouth are raised by 15 degrees. You're lying."

Gu Yanci watches the "Master W" on TV, surrounded by influential figures, and begs me to take him back, eyes red.

I glance at the [Regret: 99,999%] displayed above his head and smile faintly.

"Sorry. My System says a scumbag like you is a fake, too, and not worth repairing!"

The whole internet erupts: "Master W's eyes can see through both antiques and the human heart!"