Chapter Forty-Eight

At such a critical moment, Boss You would never allow Yi Xiaoyu and Wen Ming to be alone together, so shortly after Wen Ming drove away, Boss You quietly followed him in his own car.

When he saw Wen Ming leave and Yi Xiaoyu enter the hotel alone, Boss You finally breathed a sigh of relief, but still did not dare to go in and look for Yi Xiaoyu right away.

Thus, Boss You spent the night half-awake in his car. He couldn’t sleep at all for the first half, and only managed to doze off in the early morning. When he finally awoke, it was already past nine.

He hurried into the hotel to inquire, and as expected, Yi Xiaoyu had checked out around seven.

Boss You quickly checked the tracking signal on his phone and found that Yi Xiaoyu was already home.

Arriving at the front door, Boss You rang the bell.

He actually had the house key, but wanted to test Yi Xiaoyu’s mood.

If the door didn’t open, it meant Yi Xiaoyu was still angry; if it did, Boss You could comfort himself with the idea that Yi Xiaoyu had cooled down.

“Xiaoyu, open the door, it’s me…” Boss You called out, a lack of confidence evident in his voice.

After four or five seconds, the door opened. Boss You’s heart leapt with joy. He was about to step forward to embrace Yi Xiaoyu—whose expression was cold—when he caught sight of two suitcases standing in the living room behind him.

The suitcases seemed to be stuffed full, bulging at the seams.

Boss You felt uneasy and swallowed hard. “Where are you going? Packing so much—moving?”

Yi Xiaoyu looked at him impassively. “Moving, yes, but it’s not me who’s moving.”

“Huh?” Boss You was even more confused.

“These two suitcases are filled with your things.” Yi Xiaoyu turned and walked to the suitcases, dragging them both toward the door as he spoke. “Take a look yourself. Since you moved in two years ago, anything you bought or liked, you can take.”

“What do you mean?”

Yi Xiaoyu’s voice was calm and measured. “I’m asking you to get out of my house.”

A vein stood out on Boss You’s forehead. He strode to Yi Xiaoyu, forcefully pried his hands off the suitcases, and with a swift kick, sent one spinning across the floor, coming to rest at the center of the living room.

Boss You was breathing heavily, his chest heaving. “This is my house! What right do you have to throw me out?”

Yi Xiaoyu turned and walked to the sofa, picked up his own jacket, and put it on, smoothing the lapels with a detached air. “I’ve already instructed my lawyer to draft the divorce agreement. It should be ready by this afternoon. As for the division of assets, you needn’t worry. I won’t dispute anything except this apartment. Even though you have more assets now, I won’t take a cent of your money.”

Yi Xiaoyu walked toward the door, then paused as if recalling something, and turned back with seriousness. “By the way, Green Onion and Dumpling belong to me.”

Boss You stood there, stunned, feeling the air around him thin, struggling to breathe. “Where are you going?”

Yi Xiaoyu didn’t look back. “From now on, you have no right to ask.”

As Yi Xiaoyu opened the door, Boss You rushed forward and grabbed his arm. “Xiaoyu, can we… can we talk?”

“There’s no need.” Yi Xiaoyu stared into Boss You’s pleading eyes and suddenly smiled. “Start preparing some money. I’ll sell you my remaining shares at eighty percent of market value, so you won’t have to keep a vice president’s seat for me at the company. From today onward, that company has nothing to do with me. You and that bastard Yi Yu can do whatever you want with it.”

Yi Xiaoyu tried to pull his arm away, but Boss You only tightened his grip, to the point where Yi Xiaoyu felt his arm might be broken by Boss You’s brute strength.

Boss You’s eyes reddened. “Xiaoyu, we’ve lived together for so long—won’t you even give me a chance for explanation or compensation?”

“Explanation? You have the nerve to explain to me!?” Yi Xiaoyu suddenly roared, all the frustration from last night erupting now, ready to break free. “What kind of explanation do you think could make me tolerate your lies?”

“I never meant for this to happen. I don’t even know how I got so muddled… It’s all that pretty boy’s fault! Damn it, he keeps coming to seduce you; no matter how much I beg you not to see him, it doesn’t work. He was your first love, you know how much it hurts me when you see him? And when you married me, it wasn’t the love-at-first-sight I always imagined, so you don’t know how insecure I feel. I can’t be sure you like me, and I suspect you love your first love more than me. I… I just wanted you to rely on me a little, just a little… Actually, I really regret it now, I…”

“That’s enough, Boss You.” Yi Xiaoyu abruptly cut him off, slowly and forcefully pulling his hand free. He gave Boss You a fleeting smile, then, in the next instant, swung his fist into Boss You’s face.

Boss You was caught off guard by the sudden smile, and before he could react, Yi Xiaoyu’s fist landed on his cheek.

Boss You stumbled several steps back, the side of his face burning with pain.

“Xiaoyu…”

Steadying himself, Boss You pressed a hand to his face, looking at Yi Xiaoyu in anguish.

“When I return, if your things are still here, I’ll throw them out myself.”

With that, Yi Xiaoyu turned and left.