On the Day I Divorced, I Slept with My Ex-Husband's Ninth Uncle

The divorce livestream is underway, and the whole internet is laughing at me for leaving with nothing.

My ex-husband has his pregnant mistress in his arms. “Once you leave me, you'll be reduced to picking through trash.”

That night, I walked into the wrong room and slept with the most mysterious man in the capital's elite circle.

When he woke up, he tossed me a marriage certificate. “I paid the 9.9 yuan.”

The next day, at the family banquet, my ex-husband's family waited to see me make a fool of myself.

Instead, they watched the man lead me inside. “Say hello to your Ninth Uncle.”

The teacup in my ex-husband's hand shattered with a crack.

He was the Ninth Uncle I feared most, my own blood relative.

Later, I sat in the chairman's seat at the conglomerate he'd once longed for but could never have, and answered the phone with a smile:

“Louder. I couldn't hear you.”