Chapter Twenty-Five: Hand Over the Money, and the Divorce Certificate Will Be Yours

The hand suspended in mid-air froze for a long moment before Shen Ruizhang slowly withdrew it.

“Hurry along, Miss Zhou is still waiting for you,” Jiang Yunzhou lowered her gaze, deliberately ignoring his hesitation.

She would no longer let some unintentional gesture from Shen Ruizhang disturb her peace of mind.

“Alright.” Shen Ruizhang hesitated, swallowing back the words that had almost escaped his lips.

He got into the car and drove off toward the hotel.

Jiang Yunzhou tossed the box in her hand into the trash. It contained her personal belongings from the company—nothing of real importance, just a few trinkets Shen Ruizhang had given her when she first started.

When Shen Ruizhang arrived at the hotel, he saw a man wrapped up tightly from head to toe, pounding furiously on a door.

“Stop!” Shen Ruizhang barked.

The hotel security following behind him sprang into action.

The man glanced over, and before leaving, gave the door one final vicious kick, shouting, “Zhou Qingpei, just you wait! If I can’t have peace, neither will you!”

Then he fled in a panic.

Who knew what Shen Ruizhang might do if he discovered Zhou Qingpei hadn’t divorced him? Zhao Mingjie was just a small-time screenwriter, no match for Shen Ruizhang’s influence.

Security tried to pursue him, but Zhao Mingjie, familiar with the layout, managed to slip away.

Shen Ruizhang walked up to the door and knocked gently. “Qingpei, it’s me.”

The door cracked open, revealing Zhou Qingpei’s terrified face. Only after co