Volume 1, Chapter 19: Agreeing to the Divorce

Looking into Wei Guoxiong’s murderous gaze, Xiaoqing immediately knew that no one could help Lou Nanzhi this time.

Even though Wei Guoxiong’s feelings for her were not as deep as those for Lou Nanzhi, after all, she was carrying the heir of the Wei family.

She refused to believe she wouldn’t become the mistress of the Wei household.

At this moment, Wei Guoxiong’s eyes were filled with fury, his whole body trembling with anger.

The faint affection he had once harbored for Lou Nanzhi was completely shattered by her actions.

As the respected head of an enterprise, Wei Guoxiong had repeatedly shown Lou Nanzhi leniency, yet she failed to appreciate it.

Not only that, but she had also caused countless troubles one after another.

Moreover, Xiaoqing, despite her age, was carrying the Wei family’s child, neither fighting nor competing, even kneeling and begging Lou Nanzhi humbly, yet Lou Nanzhi still wore such a disdainful expression—this was what Wei Guoxiong could no longer tolerate.

“Wei Guoxiong, I have long made up my mind. The only reason we haven’t divorced is because you refuse to act. Don’t put all the blame on me.”

Hearing Lou Nanzhi’s thoughtless words, Wei Guoxiong, who had just been furious, suddenly burst into a bitter laugh.

“Fine! Fine! Fine!”

He gently helped Xiaoqing onto the sofa and then strode towards Lou Nanzhi.

“Let’s go now. You want a divorce? I’ll grant it!”

Eavesdropping from the side, Song Ying and Wei Yan’er were stunned. They had anticipated this ending, but seeing it unfold was hard to accept.

After all, no matter the fights and quarrels, everyone believed Lou Nanzhi would eventually compromise given her nature.

“Wei Guoxiong! I know your mother has transferred most of the assets, but no matter how much property is under your name now, I want half!”

At first, when Lou Nanzhi planned to split half of Wei Guoxiong’s assets in the divorce, if he had talked with her properly, perhaps she wouldn’t have demanded so much, considering there were children involved.

But after Wei Yan’er’s words, she was determined: no matter how much property there was under the guise of marriage, Lou Nanzhi must have half.

This was also a warning to the Wei family—not to think everyone is easy to bully.

Hearing Lou Nanzhi’s declaration, Song Ying standing nearby was displeased.

“What do you mean by transferred? My son’s money is my money. You have food and shelter at home, do no work, and still want control over the finances? Dream on! Guoxiong, go get a divorce with her now. Our Wei family will give a rightful status to the woman who can bear a son.”

As she spoke, Song Ying walked over and grabbed Xiaoqing’s hand.

“Mom…”

Nearby, Wei Yan’er, looking like a frost-bitten eggplant, called Lou Nanzhi’s name with a heavy meaning packed into that single word.

But Lou Nanzhi had made up her mind; no one would allow her to continue living like this.

She approached and gently stroked Wei Yan’er’s head as she used to in childhood.

“Yan’er! Mom and Dad may be divorcing, but we will always be your parents. This can never change. You’re grown now; I hope you can support our decision!”

Hearing Lou Nanzhi’s words, Wei Yan’er’s eyes shifted from hope to rage.

Wei Yan’er didn’t care about the family’s wealth; what mattered was the career she had painstakingly built.

This career earned her respect and made her truly feel her own worth.

But she hadn’t expected that this prideful achievement would vanish like a shooting star.

Perhaps when her detractors dug up her family background, she wouldn't even be able to hold her head high.

And all this was thanks to her mother.

The more Wei Yan’er thought, the more agitated and upset she became. She forcefully shook off Lou Nanzhi’s hand.

Grabbing the backpack from the table, she ran off crying without looking back.

“What a curse! Your own child doesn’t even acknowledge you. Tell me, what good are you as a mother? You had a good life but insisted on turning it upside down, ruining a perfectly good family.”

Song Ying, watching her eldest granddaughter leave in tears, was upset that she hadn’t even taken a photo with the internet celebrity granddaughter, feeling quite annoyed.

She had just wanted to post on social media and show off to the ladies who danced in the square.

Pounding her thigh, she began to wail dramatically.

In no time, the house was in complete chaos.

Looking at the messy, shabby room and all these troubles, Wei Guoxiong had reached his limit. The recent production issues at the daily chemical factory had already been a headache.

“Lou Nanzhi! You can have half of the existing assets, but let me be clear. The car we just bought is already damaged; you are responsible for that. The house we currently live in is the only property under our names as a couple. When it’s cashed out, you’ll get half. As for the factory, it’s performing poorly. After paying off debts for external raw materials and unrecovered expenses, plus the loans, the current liquid capital is just a few hundred thousand, half of which will be yours!”

Wei Guoxiong thought Lou Nanzhi was stubborn enough not to see reason.

Then he would divorce her. After all, there was a 30-day waiting period.

During those 30 days, whether Lou Nanzhi could even manage to eat was questionable.

Given the bleak economic climate, there was no way she could become the richest woman in the capital.

After that, if Lou Nanzhi came begging on her knees, he would seriously reconsider—he wouldn’t let her act out as she pleased.

A housewife who never stepped outside and never mingled with the world simply did not understand how cruel reality was or how hard money was to earn.

In Wei Guoxiong’s dictionary, wrongdoing must be punished.

“Fine! Wei Guoxiong! I roughly calculated the value of our joint property; once converted to cash, it should be at least over a million. I don’t want to quarrel more with you—just give me one million.”

Over these years, though Lou Nanzhi never interfered in Wei Guoxiong’s business or managed the household finances, Wei Guoxiong’s success was largely because of her support.

So, Lou Nanzhi estimated that from the day they started the factory until now, Wei Guoxiong had at least ten million in savings.

This was only a rough minimum in Lou Nanzhi’s mind; whether Wei Guoxiong had purchased properties under others’ names or invested in financial products or insurance, she had no knowledge.

But Lou Nanzhi never intended to settle accounts with Wei Guoxiong down to the last penny.

At her age, she simply wanted to live peacefully doing what she loved for the rest of her life.

One million was a modest amount, enough for her to live quietly and have some security.

“What a lion’s demand—opening his mouth and asking for a million!” Song Ying kept throwing cold water from the side.

“Fine!” Wei Guoxiong agreed immediately.