After Our Divorce, I Bankrupted the Richest Man

[Ex-husband chases his wife to the crematorium] + [strong female lead] + [decisive and ruthless] + [cyber-accounting] + [emotional mute]

After three years of marriage, Shen Qingqiu had become Lu Yanci’s perfect “emotional-support ATM.”

When his stomach hurt late at night, she braved the rain to bring him porridge and medicine. When his company faced a malicious short-selling attack, she secretly sold shares from her own family to plug the hole. When he needed a polished Mrs. Lu at social events, she swallowed her grievances and smiled her way through them. But when she was in a car accident on a stormy night, bleeding and sprawled by the roadside, Lu Yanci was setting off fireworks for his beloved Su Wanwan.

“Qingqiu, Wanwan is afraid of the dark. Be sensible.” The comfort in his voice was full of factory-made, prefabricated tenderness.

At that moment, Shen Qingqiu muted her emotions more completely than ever before. She didn’t make a scene or burst into tears. She simply tossed her shattered phone into a drain and calmly called her lawyer.

Lu Yanci thought she was just throwing a tantrum. That was until, at a top-tier financial summit, he saw his supposedly “fragile and helpless” ex-wife in a bespoke burgundy trench coat, casting the deciding vote to reject the hundred-billion-yuan project he valued most.

“Sorry, Mr. Lu.” Shen Qingqiu’s expression was cool as she flung three years of accounts in his face. “It’s time for us to do some cyber-accounting.”

He went mad. He began pursuing her, begging her, and kneeling before her at any cost. But she wouldn’t even spare him a glance.

It’s not that I can’t stand you. I’m just done playing along.