Chapter 8 — It's Too Late to Kneel Down

"Since you've come to this forum, your words and actions represent the face of the company. You have to raise your morale a hundredfold. How can you not even be able to hold a glass of wine?"

"Chu Thi these past few years is really not as good as before, just look at the faces of the staff and you'll know."

The chatter was as light as drizzle, but each sentence and word fell into Chu Tung Dan's heart, making him extremely uncomfortable. He has been in business for many years, and has he ever been subjected to such public questioning and criticism? Chu Tung Dan clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, his throat rolled up and down, but he couldn't utter a word. I nodded slightly to the waiter: "Please take me to the bathroom for a moment." Then I turned around and left, my steps leisurely, my spine straight. 7 After the conference ended, I was stopped in the parking lot. Chu Tung Dan's tie was loosened, his shirt collar was slightly loose, and his hair was also somewhat messy. His face, which always maintained that leisurely expression, was now filled with anger.

“Do Yen Vu.”

At this moment he looked like a caged animal holding back his anger.

“In front of so many people making things difficult for my Chu Thi Group, are you satisfied?”

I put my hand to my mouth and made a "shush" gesture, signaling him to stop making noise.

"Before talking, use your brain. It's because you brought a woman to the meeting first, provoking my status and authority."

Chu Tung Dan's voice suddenly rose: "From time immemorial until now, has there ever been a woman who went out without saving face for her husband! You are my wife, yet you don't respect me at all!" Without saying a word, I pulled out the drafted divorce agreement straight from my bag and slapped it right in his face.

“Chat!”

“Your leg binding is wrapped all the way up to your cerebellum, what era is it that you still hold that mindset?”

Originally, I intended to wait until after the forum ended before informing Chu Tung Dan to sign the divorce agreement. But now that he has humiliated himself, I have no intention of waiting any longer. Chu Tung Dan was stunned by this paper slap and stood still, his eyes falling on the five words "Divorce Agreement". His pupils suddenly contracted.

"You want to divorce me? What are you kidding! The marriage of our two families involves countless benefits, do you think you can divorce if you want a divorce? Stop your big lady behavior!"

I raised my hand and patted Chu Tung Dan's handsome cheek:

“I'm not asking for your opinion.”

“But I'm informing you.”

Chu Tung Dan picked up the divorce agreement, his hands constantly shaking: "Do you know what divorce means? Dozens of cooperation projects between the two families will be completely suspended, stocks will fluctuate, capitalization value will evaporate! Can you bear this responsibility?" I looked at him, calmly as if discussing what to eat tomorrow: "It's just a divorce, of course I will consider the economic loss. Moreover, this little impact on Do Thi Group is basically insignificant... You should take care of yourself." Chu Tung Dan's face changed from blue to white, his lips moved, but he could not utter a word. At this moment, a voice came from the side.

“Miss Do!”

Ly Mo Suong did not know when he stepped out from the darkness. Wow, one The wild chicken didn't attract attention at all, I didn't even realize she was here! On Ly Mo Suong's face, she deliberately showed a fiercely righteous look: "You were just born in an environment with a good family background. Leaving the Do family, you are nothing! Don't rely on the fact that you know how to reincarnate and be arrogant!" The atmosphere was silent for a second. I turned my head and looked at her small, carefully made-up face. Step forward. Hands up. A slap.