hotmtlnovel Chapter 1445: Will wearing shoes worth 8 yuan make you taller or break a world record?
Chapter 1445: Will wearing shoes worth 8 yuan make you taller or break a world record?
Chapter 1445 Will wearing shoes worth 80,000 yuan make you taller or break a world record?
When Chen Junsheng got home, it was already past three in the morning. He staggered, reeked of alcohol, and his face showed no sign of fatigue and irritability.
Luo Zijun had been sitting on the living room sofa waiting for him. When she saw her husband like this, she immediately frowned and complained, "Why are you home so late again? And you've been drinking like this! Look at the time!"
Chen Junsheng let out a burp, waved his hand, and said impatiently, "I had a few drinks with Lao Qin. We talked about work until late."
"Just you and Lao Qin?" Luo Zijun stood up, walked to her husband's side, and sniffed his scent.
Seeing his wife's distrustful look, Chen Junsheng's long-suppressed anger finally erupted. He shoved Luo Zijun away, his voice rising abruptly: "If you don't believe me, you can investigate! You have such a wide network of connections, you know everything I do every day! Ask Tang Jing to ask around for you! Aren't you the best at this kind of thing?"
Luo Zijun was startled by her husband's low growl and took two steps back. Then, full of grievance, she accused him: "You come home so late every day. I'm your wife. Don't I even have the right to know where you go? Is it wrong for me to worry about you?"
“Of course you have that right! That’s why I’ve told you every time I come back, but why won’t you believe me?” Chen Junsheng’s eyes were red with anger and alcohol. “Luo Zijun, we’ve been married for so many years, have I, Chen Junsheng, ever done anything to betray you? Why won’t you believe me?”
He became increasingly agitated as he spoke, throwing his coat violently to the ground: "You had Tang Jing investigate me behind my back, do you think I didn't know? I just didn't want to argue with you, didn't want our home to become a battlefield! But do you know what people at the company are saying about me behind my back because of what you did?"
Luo Zijun was stunned, her lips trembling slightly, but she couldn't utter a single word.
"They say I, Chen Junsheng, must have done something shady behind the scenes to make my wife so worried and check up on me every day! They say I'm a spineless coward who's afraid of his wife!" Chen Junsheng's voice trembled with agitation: "Luo Zijun, is this the result you wanted? To make the whole company laugh at me and think I'm a loser who can't even handle his wife?"
Luo Zijun finally regained her voice and explained in a pitiful tone, "I didn't expect it to be like this... I was just so afraid of losing you... You've been getting colder and colder to me lately, and you're coming home later and later. I... I just feel insecure..."
"Didn't expect it? You never expected anything!" Chen Junsheng interrupted her, his tone filled with disappointment and exhaustion. "All you do every day is spend money and worry about whether I'm having an affair. Luo Zijun, why have you become like this? When we first got married, you weren't like this! Back then, you would care if I was tired, you would make me hangover soup, you would ask me if work was going well... But now? Now all you care about is what time I come home, who I'm with, and whether I smell of perfume!"
Tears welled up in Luo Zijun's eyes: "I didn't... I just..."
"What are you?" Chen Junsheng sneered. "You're just too idle, so idle that you can only use all your energy to stare at me! Luo Zijun, I've had enough! I've really had enough!"
After venting his anger, Chen Junsheng, emboldened by alcohol, took a quilt from the bedroom and threw it heavily on the sofa. He took off his shoes, lay down on the sofa, turned his back to Luo Zijun, and covered his head with the quilt.
"You're going to sleep on the sofa?" Luo Zijun asked incredulously.
“Yes, I’ll sleep on the sofa tonight.” Chen Junsheng’s voice came from under the covers, muffled and resolute: “I might continue to sleep on the sofa from now on. At least it’s quiet here, I won’t be interrogated or suspected.”
Luo Zijun stood there, stunned, staring at the figure on the sofa completely wrapped in the blanket. The living room lights were bright, but at that moment, she felt as if the whole world had gone dark.
She stood there for half an hour without moving, until she heard Chen Junsheng's soft snoring—he had actually fallen asleep, and was sleeping very soundly.
Luo Zijun then covered her face and burst into suppressed sobs. She dared not cry too loudly, afraid of waking her husband and escalating the argument further. But tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, a mixture of fear, grievance, and a deep sense of powerlessness.
She knew Chen Junsheng was truly angry this time, unlike any of their previous arguments. This time, the disappointment and exhaustion in his eyes filled her with an unprecedented sense of panic.
……
The next morning, Chen Junsheng was woken up by his son Ping'er.
"Dad, get up! I'm going to be late!" Seven-year-old Ping'er stood by the sofa, pushing her father with her little hands.
Chen Junsheng opened his eyes, feeling a splitting headache. He sat up, rubbing his temples, and realized it was already daylight. He was alone on the sofa; Luo Zijun had gone back to the bedroom sometime earlier.
"What time is it?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
"It's 7:30! We need to be at school by 8!" Ping'er said anxiously.
Chen Junsheng quickly got up, hastily washed up, and grabbed a shirt and trousers from the closet to change into. He didn't even have time to look in the mirror and straighten his tie before taking his son's hand and leaving the house.
Throughout the entire process, he did not say a single word to Luo Zijun.
Luo Zijun had actually been awake for a while, or rather, she had barely slept all night. She hid behind the bedroom door, listening to the footsteps of her husband and son as they left, and the sound of the door closing. Tears streamed down her face again as she recalled Chen Junsheng's words from the previous night: "All you do every day is spend money and wonder if I'm having an affair."
Is that really the case? Luo Zijun asked herself. She admitted that she had indeed spent a lot of money, but she didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Chen Junsheng could earn money, so wasn't it only natural for her to spend his money? As for checking up on him... she just loved him too much and was too afraid of losing him.
But now, her worst fears seem to be coming true—Chen Junsheng is leaving her.
No, I absolutely cannot get a divorce! Luo Zijun cried out in her heart.
The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. She quickly picked up her phone and dialed Tang Jing's number. The phone rang for a long time before being answered. Tang Jing's voice sounded hurried: "Zijun, what's wrong? I have to go see a client right away."
Luo Zijun tearfully recounted her argument with Chen Junsheng the previous night, her voice choked with sobs: "Tang Jing, what should I do? Is Chen Junsheng going to divorce me? He slept on the sofa last night, and this morning he didn't even look at me... What should I do?"
Tang Jing on the other end of the phone was also in a state of panic. Her assistant, Xiao Liu, was reminding her that the client had arrived in the meeting room, while she was worried about her best friend. She hesitated for a few seconds, but finally made a decision.
"Zijun, don't worry, wait for me at home. I'll arrange my work and come to you right away," Tang Jing said.
"Tang Jing, come quickly, I'm scared!" Luo Zijun cried out as if grasping at a straw.
After hanging up the phone, Tang Jing hurried towards Qin Hao's office. She pushed the door open without knocking and went in. Qin Hao was looking at some documents; he looked up, saw her, and raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong? Why the rush?"
"Old Qin, could you please help me receive President Qian? Luo Zijun is in big trouble, I need to go there." Tang Jing placed the client information on Qin Hao's desk, her tone urgent.
Qin Hao took the documents, quickly flipped through a few pages, then closed them and handed them back to Tang Jing: "If you can't handle this, I'll have to let another team leader take on this job. Otherwise, it's unfair to the other teams."
A hint of disappointment flashed in Tang Jing's eyes: "Then... can I arrange for another team leader to receive them? Jiang Tao is quite capable, he should be able to handle it."
"As long as the client has no objections, I'm fine with it." Qin Hao nodded, but then added, "But Tang Jing, are you sure you want to give up such an important client for Luo Zijun? If President Qian's project goes well, it could generate tens of millions in revenue. It's very important for your performance review this year."
“I know.” Tang Jing bit her lip. “Clients are important, but Luo Zijun is more important. She’s my best friend, and she needs me right now.”
Qin Hao looked at her and gently shook his head. In the original drama, Luo Zijun took advantage of Tang Jing's trip to Hong Kong to make He Han fall in love with someone else. Forget about having no choice; just based on what Tang Jing did for her, if Luo Zijun had even a shred of gratitude, she would have distanced herself from He Han after realizing he had feelings for her.
Women are far more sensitive to emotions than men. Luo Zijun definitely noticed this shift in feelings much earlier than He Han. While enjoying the ambiguous relationship and He Han's help, she also pretended to be Tang Jing's close friends—she was being hypocritical.
"Tang Jing," Qin Hao suddenly called out to her as she was about to turn and leave, "Being helpful is only possible if it doesn't affect your own interests. We're all adults, and we all have our own struggles to overcome. Don't think of yourself as a saint who saves us from suffering; no one will build a monument to your virtue."
Tang Jing paused, turned to look at Qin Hao, her eyes filled with complex emotions: "Do you know something? About Chen Junsheng and Luo Zijun?"
"I had a few drinks with Chen Junsheng last night. He drank too much and said a lot." Qin Hao leaned back in his chair, his tone calm: "His patience has reached its limit. And you deserve some credit for that."
"So, Chen Junsheng already knew I had someone investigate him?" Tang Jing's face turned pale.
Qin Hao shrugged: "What goes around the most in the office? Gossip, right? Especially gossip about the leaders. You think if you ask Xiao Liu to ask, no one else will know? It's already spread throughout Chenxing."
Tang Jing was speechless for a moment, standing there, not knowing what to say. After a long while, she said quietly, "Actually, Chen Junsheng should have had a proper talk with Luo Zijun sooner. Keeping the problem to himself will only make it worse."
"Do you think Luo Zijun is the kind of person who can admit her mistakes and correct them?" Qin Hao countered, his eyes sharp. "If she were, there wouldn't be this problem today. Twelve years have passed; has she changed? Even once?"
Tang Jing shook her head and smiled bitterly. Of course, she knew Luo Zijun's personality well—stubborn, unwilling to listen to advice, and always thinking she was right. But as a friend, she couldn't criticize Luo Zijun for anything.
"Then I'll arrange for Jiang Tao to receive President Qian. I'll go to Luo Zijun's place first and submit the leave request later."
"Okay." Qin Hao nodded: "As long as you can secure the client, you can handle the rest yourself."
"Thank you." Tang Jing turned and left, her steps somewhat hurried.
……
After hurriedly handing the client information to Jiang Tao and giving him a few brief instructions, Tang Jing left the company and drove to Luo Zijun's house.
When Tang Jing arrived at Luo Zijun's house, she found Luo Zijun sitting on the sofa with her legs drawn up, looking like she had lost her soul, with red and swollen eyes and a pale face.
"Zijun..." Tang Jing called softly.
Hearing the sound, Luo Zijun looked up, saw Tang Jing, and immediately rushed over to hug her, bursting into tears: "Tang Jing, you're finally here... What am I going to do... Chen Junsheng doesn't want me anymore... He wants a divorce..."
Tang Jing gently patted Luo Zijun's back, unsure how to comfort her, and could only let her vent. She could feel Luo Zijun's body trembling, her cries filled with fear and despair.
After a while, Luo Zijun's crying gradually subsided, turning into intermittent sobs.
"Alright, go wash your face after you've finished crying, and let's discuss a solution." Tang Jing pushed Luo Zijun away from her embrace and looked intently into her eyes.
Luo Zijun grabbed Tang Jing's sleeve as if grasping at a last straw: "Tang Jing, tell me, Chen Junsheng wouldn't really divorce me, would he? He was just saying things in anger last night, right? He was drunk, he was just talking nonsense, it can't be taken seriously, right?"
Tang Jing sighed: "Don't overthink it. Divorce is just one possibility, but we have to prepare for the worst..."
"No! I don't want to do that!" Luo Zijun cried, interrupting Tang Jing. "I won't get a divorce! Chen Junsheng said he would support me for life, he can't go back on his word! He said he would love me forever!"
"Zijun, calm down!" Tang Jing shook Luo Zijun's shoulder forcefully, trying to bring her back to her senses. "Even a contract in black and white can be torn up, so why can't you go back on your word? People change, and feelings change too. What you need to do now is think about how you'll live if Chen Junsheng is determined to divorce you. What about Ping'er's custody? How will the property be divided? How will you support yourself?"
"I don't want to, and I don't want to divorce him!" Luo Zijun shouted hysterically. "I didn't do anything wrong! I checked up on him because I care about him! Why should he abandon me for that? Why?"
Seeing Luo Zijun crying hysterically again, completely deaf to reason, Tang Jing felt a deep sense of helplessness. She knew that Luo Zijun was completely caught up in her emotions and unable to think rationally.
"Tang Jing, do you think if I apologize to Chen Junsheng, everything will be alright?" Luo Zijun suddenly grabbed Tang Jing's hand, as if she had found some hope. "If I ever made a mistake before, he would forgive me as long as I acted cute. It'll be the same this time, right? I'll cook a big meal, and when he comes home tonight, I'll apologize to him and promise that I won't do it again. He'll definitely forgive me, right?"
A kind of almost insane light shone in her eyes, making Tang Jing feel both heartbroken and helpless.
"Luo Zijun," Tang Jing said, exasperated, "wag your tail and beg for forgiveness; you won't get respect that way. And do you think Chen Junsheng will forgive you as easily as before? Your problems can't be solved with just one apology. Your problems have been building up for twelve years!"
"Then what should I do?" Luo Zijun asked, crying. "Tang Jing, I'm not like you, with my own career. I haven't worked much since graduation. If I go out to find a job now, no one will hire me. The chips I use to play cards are all given to me by Chen Junsheng. If he wants to kick me off the table, I have no way to fight back."
She wiped away her tears, sniffed, and seemed to have made up her mind: "Yes, I'll cook, I'll cook a big meal. When Chen Junsheng comes back, I'll apologize to him, I promise I won't spend money recklessly anymore, I won't check up on him anymore, I'll listen to him in everything... He will definitely forgive me, he definitely will... We still have Ping'er, he won't let Ping'er be without a father..."
Seeing Luo Zijun talking to herself, completely absorbed in her own fantasy, Tang Jing knew that no matter what she said, Luo Zijun wouldn't listen.
She stood up, picked up her bag, gave Luo Zijun a deep look, then turned around and slammed the door shut as she left.
……
Back in Bianti, Tang Jing composed herself and prepared to get back to work. But when she entered the office area, she witnessed a scene that made her heart skip a beat—Jiang Tao was chatting happily with Vivian, the person she least wanted to see.
The two stood at the entrance to the break room. Vivian held a cup of coffee and laughed heartily. Jiang Tao also had a broad smile on his face; the two seemed to be having a very pleasant conversation.
Vivian clearly saw Tang Jing too. Her smile vanished for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure, even giving Tang Jing a provocative smile. That smile was full of smugness and the air of a victor.
Jiang Tao looked at Tang Jing somewhat awkwardly, hesitant to speak, as if he wanted to explain something but didn't know how to start.
Tang Jing's heart sank. She gave Vivian a deep look, said nothing, and strode towards her office.
"Xiao Liu, come in for a moment." Tang Jing pressed the intercom button.
Assistant Xiao Liu quickly pushed the door open and, seeing Tang Jing's expression, cautiously asked, "Sister, what's wrong?"
"Has Mr. Qian secured the deal yet?" Tang Jing asked directly, her voice somewhat cold.
Xiao Liu hesitated for a moment before answering softly, "It's settled... the contract has been signed, and the client is very satisfied. However..."
"But what?" Tang Jing frowned.
"It was Team Leader Jiang and Vivian who secured this deal together. I heard that Team Leader Jiang couldn't handle it alone, so Vivian offered to help. The two of them worked together to win the client."
Tang Jing frowned even more: "Jiang Tao is willing to give up the prize he's already got his hands on? That's not like him."
"I heard that Vivian is collaborating with Team Leader Jiang on a project she has, and the two are sharing resources..." Xiao Liu's voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.
Seeing her assistant's hesitant manner, Tang Jing said impatiently, "Just say what you want to say! Is there anything I can't know?"
Xiao Liu gritted his teeth and finally said, "President Qin seems to support them in doing this... I heard from people in Team Leader Jiang's team that it was President Qin who suggested they cooperate, saying that this would allow them to complement each other's strengths and increase their chances of success."
Before she could finish speaking, Tang Jing suddenly stood up, her face ashen, and strode toward Qin Hao's office.
Qin Hao was on the phone when he saw Tang Jing come in. He said "I'll contact you later" to the person on the other end of the line and then hung up.
"Has the Bodhisattva Guanyin, who saves us from suffering, returned?" Qin Hao joked with a smile.
Tang Jing walked to the desk, placed her hands on the surface, and stared into Qin Hao's eyes: "Why did you facilitate the cooperation between Jiang Tao and Vivian? I was the one who took on President Qian's project, so why did you let Vivian interfere?"
Qin Hao's smile vanished completely, replaced by a serious, businesslike expression: "Tang Jing, President Qian's requirements are quite high; Jiang Tao alone can't handle them. Vivian's team has extensive experience in the retail industry, and her involvement can increase the project's success rate. A win-win cooperation, any questions?"
“You know perfectly well that Vivian and I…” Tang Jing clenched her fists so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh.
Qin Hao interrupted her: "I know there's a personal grudge between you two. But I've always thought you were a rational professional who wouldn't let personal emotions affect your work or the company's interests."
He stood up, walked to the window, and turned his back to Tang Jing: "Tang Jing, Bianti is a business company, not an emotional healing center. Every decision we make must be based on maximizing the company's interests. The cooperation between Jiang Tao and Vivian can bring greater value to the company, which is why I support it. As for your personal grudges... that's your own business and shouldn't be brought into your work."
Tang Jing stood there, feeling a chill run through her body. She knew Qin Hao was right; from a business perspective, the decision was perfectly reasonable. But she just felt a tightness in her chest, a sense of injustice, and a feeling that it was unfair.
“No one can be completely rational,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. “Especially in something like this. Vivian was clearly doing it on purpose…”
"Tang Jing, that's how the workplace is. There's competition, scheming, and open and covert struggles. You either accept the rules of the game and try to play better, or you quit and find an easier job. There's no third way."
Tang Jing fell silent. She took a deep breath and prepared to turn and leave.
"Wait a minute," Qin Hao called after her. "There's one more thing I need to tell you. I've already submitted your application for promotion to senior partner. According to company practice, you'll need to go to Hong Kong for a year-long rotation. The transfer order should come through next month, so go back and prepare."
Tang Jing froze. She slowly turned around, looking at Qin Hao with a complicated expression.
Senior Partner—this was her long-cherished goal, the ultimate pursuit of all her years of hard work. But now, as this goal is finally about to be achieved, she feels no excitement or joy as she had imagined.
Because she knew what it meant. It meant she had to leave Shanghai, leave this city she knew so well, leave her friends, leave... Qin Hao.
This also means that there is no longer any possibility between her and Qin Hao.
"...Thank you." Tang Jing finally managed to utter only these two words, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.
She turned and left Qin Hao's office, closed the door, leaned against the wall in the corridor, and closed her eyes.
……
That evening, Luo Zijun prepared a lavish meal at home. Every dish was one of Chen Junsheng's favorites, and she had spent the entire afternoon meticulously preparing it.
She also gave the nanny, Yaqin, some money, telling her to take her son, Ping'er, out to eat, see a movie, and have fun, and not to come home too early. She wanted to talk to Chen Junsheng alone and didn't want her son to see them arguing or making up.
After preparing everything, Luo Zijun sat in the restaurant, waiting for her husband to return. She changed into a beautiful dress, put on exquisite makeup, and tried her best to look like the girl who had made Chen Junsheng fall in love at first sight twelve years ago.
She called Chen Junsheng countless times, but no one answered. She sent him WeChat messages, but there was no reply.
Time passed slowly, and the food on the table grew cold. Luo Zijun's heart grew cold too.
Seven o'clock, eight o'clock, nine o'clock, ten o'clock... Chen Junsheng did not return.
Luo Zijun sat at the dining table, motionless, like a statue. Her eyes were fixed on the door, hoping to hear the lock turn. But the sound never came.
She didn't hear the sound of a key turning in the door until eight o'clock the next morning.
Chen Junsheng returned home exhausted, sporting dark circles under his eyes. He paused for a moment when he saw the food on the table, but quickly looked away.
"You didn't sleep all night?" Luo Zijun stood up and asked in a hoarse voice.
"I was working overtime at the company, and it got too late, so I slept in the office," Chen Junsheng explained simply, then headed towards the bathroom: "I'll wash my face, and then I'll take Ping'er to school in a bit."
"Junsheng!" Luo Zijun hugged him tightly from behind, her voice filled with pleading, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. Don't leave me, Ping'er can't live without her father... and I can't live without you either..."
Chen Junsheng froze. He could feel Luo Zijun's tears soaking his shirt, and he could feel her body trembling.
"Dad, don't you want me anymore?" a weak voice asked.
Chen Junsheng and Luo Zijun turned their heads at the same time and saw that Ping'er had been standing in the living room at some point, looking at them with red eyes, obviously having heard their conversation.
Chen Junsheng's heart softened instantly. He could be ruthless to Luo Zijun, but he couldn't be ruthless to his son.
He took a deep breath, gently pushed Luo Zijun away, then squatted down and picked up his son: "Ping'er, be good, how could Daddy not want you? Daddy loves Ping'er the most."
He kissed his son's cheek, then said to Luo Zijun, "Let's have a good talk after I drop Ping'er off."
"Okay, I'll wait for you at home." Luo Zijun nodded quickly, hope rekindling in her eyes: "As long as we don't get a divorce, I'll agree to anything you ask..."
Chen Junsheng couldn't bear to let his son see Luo Zijun in such a humble state, so he picked up his son and quickly left home.
The moment the door closed, Luo Zijun collapsed to the floor, letting out a long sigh of relief. Chen Junsheng's willingness to talk meant there was still hope. As long as there was hope, she was certain she could salvage the situation.
An hour later, the door lock rang again. Luo Zijun immediately got up from the ground, straightened her clothes and hair, and tried to appear calm.
Chen Junsheng walked in, saw Luo Zijun, and showed no expression. He went to the living room, sat down on the sofa, and gestured for Luo Zijun to sit down as well.
"Junsheng, I know I was wrong." Luo Zijun began apologizing as soon as she sat down. "I promise I won't let Tang Jing investigate you again, and I won't waste money anymore. Please don't come back without saying a word to me. I'm just so afraid of losing you..."
"Are you afraid that if you lose me, you'll never be able to live the luxurious life of a rich wife again?" Chen Junsheng interrupted her, his voice icy.
Luo Zijun was stunned: "Junsheng, how could you say that? I really love you..."
"Love me?" Chen Junsheng sneered, stood up, walked to the entrance hall, and opened all four shoe cabinets.
The shoe cabinet was neatly filled with all kinds of shoes: high heels, flats, sandals, boots... each pair was quite expensive, and many still had their tags on.
“Each pair of shoes here costs at least ten thousand yuan, right?” Chen Junsheng pointed at the shoe cabinet, his voice full of sarcasm. “Especially this pair, which costs a full eighty thousand yuan. Luo Zijun, tell me, will wearing eighty thousand yuan shoes make you taller or run faster?”
Luo Zijun's face turned pale, her lips trembled slightly, but she couldn't utter a single word.
Chen Junsheng then went to the storage cabinets in the living room and opened them one by one. The cabinets were filled with all kinds of designer bags: Hermes, Chanel, Louis Vuitton, Gucci... like an exhibition hall, a dazzling array.
"These bags are all at least 20,000 yuan each, right?" Chen Junsheng's voice grew colder and colder: "This Hermes is 150,000 yuan. This Chanel is 80,000 yuan. This Louis Vuitton is 50,000 yuan... Luo Zijun, tell me, do you need so many bags by yourself? Can you even carry them all?"
Luo Zijun finally found her voice, her voice trembling with tears: "Junsheng, I know I was wrong, I will never buy it again..."
"Never buying again?" Chen Junsheng seemed to have heard something amusing. He walked up to Luo Zijun, stared into her eyes, and said, word by word, "Luo Zijun, I'm just a high-level employee, not some super-rich man. The money I earn every day, working myself to the bone, is so that you and Ping'er can live a life free from financial worries, so that our future paths can be smoother, so that we can have savings and the ability to withstand risks, so that Ping'er can receive a good education, and so that we can have security when we get old!"
His voice suddenly rose: "I did the math. We've been married for twelve years, and all my salary and bonuses total around ten million. But the other day I checked my bank account balance, and do you know how much I have left? Less than three hundred thousand!"
Luo Zijun stared wide-eyed at Chen Junsheng in disbelief. She had never calculated the cost before, nor had she ever imagined that she had spent so much money.
"The down payment and mortgage payments for this house totaled 245 million yuan over the years," Chen Junsheng continued. "That means you've spent 755 million yuan over these twelve years! Even if we exclude the money spent on me and our son, let's say it's 600 million yuan—Luo Zijun, tell me, where did you spend all this money? Huh?"
Under Chen Junsheng's relentless questioning, Luo Zijun even forgot to cry, standing there stunned, as if struck by lightning. She had never imagined that she had spent so much money over the years. Six million... the number made her dizzy.
“Junsheng, I…” she murmured, her voice so soft it was almost inaudible.
Chen Junsheng sneered: "Luo Zijun, do you know how many young people with better education and abilities than me join our company every year? If it weren't for the experience and connections I've accumulated over the years, I would have been unemployed long ago! Do you know that every day I have to face increasingly difficult clients, as well as the younger generation who are eyeing me covetously and could replace me at any time!"
His voice was filled with exhaustion and despair: "Twelve years, how many twelve-year periods does one have in a lifetime? Luo Zijun, shoes that cost 80,000 yuan a pair, you just bought them like that. Do you know that what you're stepping on isn't just shoes, it's my blood and sweat, it's the order I secured after drinking too much alcohol and having to go to the hospital for a stomach pump! It's the project I completed after working overtime for 70 consecutive hours and almost dying from overwork!"
Chen Junsheng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened them and looked at Luo Zijun, the last trace of warmth in his eyes disappearing.
“Luo Zijun, let’s get a divorce,” he said, his voice eerily calm. “I can give up everything except our son. The house, the car, the savings—I can leave them all to you.”
Luo Zijun stared at him blankly, as if she hadn't understood what he was saying. After a long while, she finally reacted and let out a piercing scream: "No—I won't get a divorce! I'd rather die than get a divorce!"
But Chen Junsheng had already turned and walked towards the door. He opened the door, paused for a moment, and did not look back.
"The lawyer's letter will be sent to you in a few days. Let's... part ways amicably."
The door is closed.
Luo Zijun collapsed to the ground, her entire world crumbling before her eyes. She finally realized that this time, Chen Junsheng was serious. He really wanted to leave her, really wanted to end their twelve-year marriage.