Ex-Husband Comes Crawling Back After Divorce

Jinxiu Garden, wealthy neighborhood villa number 66.

"Zhiyuan, why did you come back so early today?" Xu Xueman asked thoughtfully as she helped Song Zhiyuan take off his coat.

"There's been an issue at the company," said Song Zhiyuan, walking over to sit down on the sofa.

"What could possibly go wrong out of the blue? What happened?" Xu Xueman quickly asked with concern.

"I made a mistake on a contract I was handling, causing that batch of products to be delayed in shipment. The other party is demanding ten billion in damages or they will take us to court. If they sue, it will affect our company's reputation in the market, making business even more difficult," Song Zhiyuan said with self-reproach.

Even though Xu Xueman was cursing Song Zhiyuan for being a fool in her mind, she still gently asked, "Does the company have that much money right now?"

"There's no way the company has that much money. Later, go to the hospital and talk to Qingqing and Wen Shimo for me, ask him to lend me the money. I'll repay him as soon as I have it."

Xu Xueman snorted inwardly. Over the years, when have you ever repaid the money you borrowed from Wen Shimo?

"Husband, Qingqing just woke up, her health hasn't recovered yet. Asking Wen Shimo for so much money right now will make the Wen Family think we, the Song Family, are vampires. If he starts to despise Wanqing and Qiao Ran ends up divorcing Wen Shimo, we will no longer have the protection of the Wen Family," Xu Xueman said as if she was genuinely considering Song Zhiyuan's long-term well-being.

Song Zhiyuan thought about it and felt that what Xu Xueman said made sense. He had previously felt fearless, assuming Wen Shimo would always help out no matter how much money he owed, but now he was suddenly panic-stricken.

"What should we do? The shareholders say that if I can't come up with the money in three days, they will elect a new CEO. I can't let the hard work of my whole life go to waste," Song Zhiyuan said anxiously.

"Suddenly, I remember that this afternoon Qingqing mentioned that Wen Shimo told her about his divorce from Xiao Ran and the settlement of one billion he gave her. On top of that, Mr. and Mrs. Wen Liangzheng privately gave her thirty billion in compensation. Why don't you ask Xiao Ran for help?"

Song Zhiyuan's eyes lit up, incredulously asking, "Really? Did the Wen Family actually give Xiao Ran so much money?"

"Wen Shimo said it himself. How could it be false? Not only that, but the hottest male star in the Entertainment Circle, Lu Huaiyang, also declared his love publicly in front of journalists today, claiming Xiao Ran is the woman he loves most."

Song Zhiyuan's calculating eyes shone even brighter.

Busy with company affairs, he hadn't looked at his phone all day and hadn't anticipated such a golden opportunity.

Lu Huaiyang's Huohuai Entertainment was a company with a market value of over a hundred billion. To marry his daughter, how could they bypass him, her father?

Unexpectedly, his twice-married daughter, whom he thought had no value, turned out to be so precious.

...

Night Color Club!

As the most luxurious club in Yang City, the early hours of morning were the most enchanting time at Night Color Club.

The moment the clock struck midnight, whoever the lights shone upon would be the lucky person of the day.

Anyone who got up to sing on stage could enjoy the privilege of free consumption for the night and the company of the club's top entertainers.

At this moment, in the dance hall, handsome men and beautiful women swung their bodies wildly, welcoming the arrival of midnight. Among them were Qiao Ran and Su Ning.

To celebrate her divorce, Qiao Ran had drunk a lot, using the alcohol to unleash the pain in her heart in the dance.

Although Wen Shimo didn't love her, she had truly been in unrequited love with him for ten years.

To let go of a decade of unreciprocated feelings, to say it wasn't painful would be a lie.

Alcohol was wonderful for it allowed her to be reckless without concerns.

"Ranran, if you're the lucky one today, do you dare to call for the top entertainer to warm your bed?" Su Ning asked with a challenging smile.

"Of course, I dare! There's nothing your sister is afraid to do."

"Then shout three times 'I want to sleep with the top entertainer,' and Aladdin's lamp will grant your wish."

"I want to sleep with the top entertainer, I want to sleep with the top entertainer, I..."

Before Qiao Ran could finish her sentence, a beam of white light hit her.

"Ranran, congratulations on making your dream come true. You are the lucky one tonight," Su Ning said while pushing Qiao Ran onto the stage.

Looking at the crowd below, Qiao Ran sobered up a bit from the alcohol and immediately felt incredibly awkward. She grabbed Su Ning, ready to leave.

Having just divorced today and then screaming about sleeping with the top card at a nightclub tonight, if this got out, it wouldn't just be the Wen Family losing face; she would be slandered all over the internet as a thot.

"Having second thoughts so soon? You're not still in love with that jerk, are you?" Su Ning asked, holding Qiao Ran's hand.

"Of course not. If I still loved him, I wouldn't have gotten a divorce. Wen Dad and Wen Mom have been so good to me; I don't want to embarrass them."

"Don't worry, your makeup looks like a ghost's; no one will recognize you. Just sing a song, get rid of the bill, and we'll leave. Mosquito legs are still meat; we can't waste that."

Qiao Ran thought about it and felt Su Ning was right.

Who would refuse free money? That's asking for a lightning strike!

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I'll embarrass myself and sing a song for you, 'Better to Dance', and I hope you all like it."

"Come on, everyone, let's move. On this beautiful night, let us find that thrilling someone!"

Qiao Ran, with a hype mic's low roar, uttered these supercharged words, making the crowd below scream with excitement.

The music that set the place ablaze started, and Qiao Ran, wearing professional singing earphones, began to dance and sing on stage.

...

When Zhou Yu phoned Wen Shimo to tell him Qiao Ran was screaming about sleeping with the top card in the club, Wen Shimo was in the middle of negotiating an important deal.

Qiao Ran was shameless, but the Wen Family still cared about their reputation, so he immediately dropped his client and headed out.

The woman on the stage was dancing and singing with gusto, radiating confidence and looking both fierce and beautiful. Was this truly the same woman he'd been married to for three years, whom he'd always thought was plain and docile?

From the divorce yesterday until now, it was like she'd become someone else entirely. Could a person really change so much in such a short time?

Thinking back on the words Qiao Ran had said over the phone last night, Wen Shimo's dangerously sharp eyes narrowed.

Given how much his parents adored her, if she had married him for money, she wouldn't have settled for just ten billion at the divorce.

So this woman's motive for marrying him wasn't merely money. Then what on earth was it?

"It's surprising not only to find that the former sister-in-law can sing so well but also to see such a dazzling dance performance that's both sizzling and elegantly artistic. It's my first time witnessing such a person," Pei Yixian commented, holding a wine glass, his eyes filled with admiration.

"To dance so poorly, and you call it elegant? You should get your eyes..."

Before Wen Shimo could finish his sentence, he saw Su Ning, in a white deep V-neck dress, tear off the red trench coat on Qiao Ran and toss it to the ground. She started a dance-off with Qiao Ran, whose fiery and fierce dance moves drew even louder screams from the men below.

Watching Qiao Ran, dressed so seductively and beaming with a confident, charming smile in the midst of song and dance, Wen Shimo felt nothing but anger inside.

On the first day of their divorce, she was flaunting herself in front of so many men. Wasn't that a public slap in his face?

Maybe his anger was too intense, but Wen Shimo felt an uncontrollable fury burning in his lower abdomen, hot and unbearable.

"Cousin, why is your face so red? Could it be that you regret divorcing now that you realize how beautiful your wife is?" Pei Yixian asked with a teasing smile.

"Regret? Do you think I would regret a woman who is so unbearably vulgar?"

"If that's the case, then I'll pursue Qiao Ran. After all, there was nothing between you two, and I wouldn't really be stealing from a brother..."

Upon seeing Wen Shimo's deathly glare, Pei Yixian immediately changed his tune and said with an appeasing smile, "Just kidding. Even if you agreed, Aunt wouldn't consent to me 'marrying' her 'daughter.'"

Pei Yixian's last words fueled the fire raging inside Wen Shimo even more.

A daughter-in-law is a daughter-in-law and can never become a daughter.