"I've already hired a lawyer to file for divorce from Ma Wenjiang, but he doesn't agree. Next I can only go straight to court and sue for divorce. I've already got evidence in my hands of his multiple affairs and his messing around with other women. The court will grant me the divorce."
Chen Feng was slightly surprised. "You're just going to divorce him like that?"
"Or what? A scumbag, a lowlife, a con man like him has been lying to me for so many years. Now that I know, I don't want to be his wife for even one more minute."
"Then how are you going to divide the property?" Chen Feng asked, a bit curious. Ma Wenjiang's net worth was no small sum—at least five or six billion, maybe even more.
Zhou Qianru said stiffly, "I don't want his filthy money. What's his is his, what's mine is mine."
