Volume 1, Chapter 62: Zhou Jinghuai: Even If We Divorce, I Will Win Her Back

At night, a black Rolls-Royce slowly drove into the Zhou family estate.

The car door opened, and Zhou Jinghuai stepped out. Standing tall and slender, he exuded an ineffable, aristocratic elegance.

He pushed open the study door amidst the nocturnal breeze.

Elder Zhou was playing a game of chess by himself. Hearing the door open, he could not help sneering, "Heh, our great performing artist has finally returned. You must be thoroughly enjoying those morally warped comments online, aren't you? A whole crowd of young girls chasing after you and calling you hubby."

Zhou Jinghuai had seen them early in the morning.

He sat down opposite the old man and accompanied him in the game. "I don't like frivolous women."

Elder Zhou sneered, "Awu isn't frivolous, yet I didn't see you cherish her much—you went ahead and divorced her just like that."

Zhou Jinghuai dropped a chess piece. "She will always be my wife."

The old man's eyes lit up. "What do you mean?"

Before he could demand an explanation, urgent knocks sounded at the door. It was his trusted confidant, Xu Huainan. The old man was displeased. "Are you summoning a ghost? We were just getting to the point."

Xu Huainan pushed the door open, looking at Zhou Jinghuai with a gaze full of complex emotions.

Zhou Jinghuai fiddled with a jade chess piece and smiled faintly. "What is the matter, Uncle Xu? Why wear such an expression? It's not like I'm going to eat people."

Xu Huainan gave a bitter smile. "Jing Shao, you jest."

Composing his expression, he reported to Elder Zhou, "Something has happened to the Gu family. The company belonging to Gu Jiuci's father has blown a massive financial hole. I daresay, let alone filling it with the profits from Meci, even a relative like Mr. Chen wouldn't be able to bridge the gap."

Under the bright lights, Elder Zhou's face turned gloomy.

A moment later, he violently swept the chessboard off the table, sending chess pieces scattering across the floor—

"Zhou Jinghuai, don't you dare tell me this is your doing."

"Affection is affection, business is business. Mixing the two is a cardinal taboo."

...

With good grace, Zhou Jinghuai bent down to pick up the scattered chess pieces.

His tone was gentle and respectful. "It was blurred a long time ago! Elder, please calm your anger."

With that, he turned and left.

Elder Zhou was boiling with rage. He pointed at the door and demanded of Xu Huainan, "What does he mean by this? What on earth does he mean? Was this little bastard's doing? Was it his handiwork?!"

Xu Huainan did not dare to utter a sound.

Wasn't it already glaringly obvious?

...

That night, Zhou Jinghuai stayed at the old residence.

Late at night, Madam Zhou came over.

Zhou Jinghuai was in the lounge using his laptop to handle work. Seeing Madam Zhou enter, he merely lifted his eyes slightly.

Madam Zhou did not mind his coldness—

Jinghuai was divorced; from now on, she would never have to lay eyes on Ye Wu again. Just the thought of it brought her joy.

Madam Zhou brought along several photographs of young women, laying them out in a row before Zhou Jinghuai. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and smiled gently, "Since Ruoan's health is poor, we won't consider her. Mother has scouted a few fine young women for you. Their family background and appearances are faultless, and most importantly, they are all well-behaved and obedient. They are the ideal choices to keep a home."

Zhou Jinghuai didn't even spare them a glance. He merely said calmly, "Don't waste the effort. I have no intention of parting ways with Ye Wu."

Madam Zhou was taken aback. "But you're divorced."

Zhou Jinghuai closed his laptop and looked at his mother, his demeanor turning even colder. "I said, I have no intention of parting ways. Even though we're divorced, I will win her back."

Madam Zhou was incensed.

She sprang to her feet. "Jinghuai, have you lost your mind?"

Returning to her bedroom, Madam Zhou complained to her husband, but Zhou Wenli showed not a shred of surprise.

No one knows a son better than his father.

If Jinghuai truly disliked Ye Wu, he wouldn't have worn that half-dead expression at the warehouse site that day. The divorce now was merely a matter of expediency; otherwise, was he supposed to treat Gu Jiuci as a homewrecking male mistress and fight him openly?

Once divorced, the battle lines were drawn in the open, making everything legitimate and justified.

Sometimes, even Zhou Wenli felt his son possessed an excessive depth of calculation.

Leaning against the headboard, Zhou Wenli smiled faintly. "I think he's acting quite normally. That child Ye Wu is very good. Instead of constantly picking on her flaws, you should focus more on her virtues."

Madam Zhou attempted to complain further, but finding her nagging tiresome, Zhou Wenli simply sealed her lips with a kiss.

——Using himself as a piece in the game.

Having not experienced intimacy in a long time, Madam Zhou was soon overwhelmed by sweetness and entwined herself with him.

...

Early the next morning, Zhou Jinghuai flew to Yun City.

Meanwhile, in Jing City, the political and business climate suddenly shifted overnight.

A major crisis struck the Gu enterprise. The media reported on it extensively, broadcasting news loops throughout the entire day, highlighting the severe nature of the problems.

Ye Wu went to the Gu residence to pay a visit.

Gu Jiuci's parents were currently under investigation. Gu Jiuci's arm had not fully healed, yet he was forced to step in and take over the mess at the Gu family company. Left behind with them was a panic-stricken Gu Nian'an, who could make no sense of anything.

In the afternoon, Ye Wu placed a call to Zhou Jinghuai.

The phone rang for six seconds before Zhou Jinghuai answered, his tone as warm and gentle as jade: "Receiving your call is truly a surprise, as refreshing as a spring breeze."

Ye Wu was well aware of the man's habitual tactics.

She cut straight to the point. "The matter involving the Gu family—was that your doing?"

In Yun City, at the headquarters of the Ruen Group.

Zhou Jinghuai stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, holding his phone, his voice growing even softer and more affectionate—

"Ye Wu, you truly wrong me."

"Business is business, and personal matters are personal. I know how to tell them apart."

...

Ye Wu sneered, "Zhou Jinghuai, I know you far too well."

The man chuckled softly, "If you truly want answers, come to Yun City!"