After the Divorce, the Cold-Faced CEO Heard My Thoughts

On the very first day Lin Zhiyi transmigrated into a book, someone shoved a divorce agreement at her.

She looked up at the cold-faced man across from her, lowered her gaze, and timidly said, "Okay."

But in her head, she was holding a shareholders' meeting: "Two hundred million in the bag. Tomorrow, I'll book eight male models."

Shen Du had spent three minutes preparing what to say, but didn't get to use a single word.

Because he heard her thoughts.

From that day on, the coldest man in all of Jinchuan began a new daily routine: deliberately sitting beside her, deliberately asking her to tie his tie, deliberately keeping her within three meters of him. All so he could hear what she was saying about him in her head.

Out loud, she said, "You've worked hard, honey. Have some soup."

In her head: "Go on, drink up. I put a laxative in this soup."

He silently set down the bowl, then turned around and transferred ten percent of his shares to her.

Lin Zhiyi was stunned: "Is this idiot into being abused?"

She had it all worked out: three months, two hundred million, and then vanish without a trace.

He understood perfectly: from the very beginning, she hadn't planned to leave him even a single word.

So he wouldn't divorce her.

"If you want to leave," he blocked her behind the door, "you'll have to walk over me."

She thought this marriage was a business deal. He didn't know that every moment of his three years of silence had been for her.