CHAPTER 27: CHAPTER 27: AFTER DIVORCE, MY EX-HUSBAND BECAME A TYCOON?

The new salesperson turned out to be an acquaintance of Sun Dasheng’s: Zhong Liying, the real estate agent from whom he used to rent.

Her makeup was as exquisite as ever. The uniform and black stockings made her impressive long legs all the more enticing, but the radiance she had a few days ago was gone from her face.

Zhong Liying walked over slowly, forcing a dimpled, standard smile. "Hello, everyone. I’m Zhong Liying, a salesperson here. You can call me Little Zhong, and I’m very happy to be of service!"

The gazes of the men in the private room were instantly captured by her, making the other women jealous.

"OUCH!"

The cry came from the old professor’s son, who had just been pinched hard on the thigh by his fiancée. The old professor also reluctantly averted his gaze when he caught the look from his own wife.

Sun Dasheng simply gave Zhong Liying a slight nod and then looked away, not bothering to wonder why she was working here. All he wanted was to sell the apartment quickly, sever all ties with his ex-wife, and finally live a relaxed, carefree life. Seeing her ’acquaintance’, Sun Dasheng, Zhong Liying also paused for a second before recovering, nodding back at him in acknowledgment.

The negotiation was not going smoothly, primarily because of Lin Chunfang. She was adamant about the price of eight million, not a penny less.

"Then there’s nothing to talk about," said the old professor’s future daughter-in-law. She was a woman of clear and meticulous logic. "We only considered your property because you listed it at 7.5 million, which was a better deal than other places. If it’s 8 million, it has no advantage. We’ll definitely look at a few more places and compare our options."

Her words left the mother-daughter duo, Lee Li and Lin Chunfang, speechless. But, as if their brains had turned to mush, they refused to budge.

"It doesn’t matter what you say. Even if your words could summon gods and buddhas from the heavens, the price for this house is still 8 million."

Faced with such stubborn clients, Zhong Liying was at a loss and could only cast a pleading glance toward Sun Dasheng, who was sitting off to the side as if none of it concerned him.

Receiving her silent plea for help, Sun Dasheng cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention. "That’s enough, Lee Li," he said. "Your mom might not understand the current housing market, but surely you do? Let’s not get stuck here over a few hundred thousand that aren’t even on the table, wasting everyone’s time."

Seeing Sun Dasheng speak up, Lin Chunfang instantly found her target. "Sun, it’s easy for you to talk big—it’s just moving your lips—but we’re the ones out hundreds of thousands." She stood up, hands on her hips, and continued, "If you look down on that much money, fine. When the house is sold, we’ll deduct it from your share."

Finished, she shot Sun Dasheng a triumphant look.

You claim you don’t care about a little money like that, so go on, agree to it.

To her astonishment, Sun Dasheng simply nodded.

"Alright, let’s do that."

Lin Chunfang was dumbfounded.

"But... we were still hoping for a lower price..." the professor’s wife began, but the three family members beside her held her back.

"Mom, this price is actually a great deal," her son whispered.

"He’s right, Mom," her future daughter-in-law added. "Several other groups have looked at this house in the past few days. One group even showed up right after we left."

"Is that true?" the professor’s wife asked her husband. She hadn’t been able to make it to the viewing.

Her husband nodded, and she immediately declared, "Alright then, we agree."

Lin Chunfang stood there, dazed. She couldn’t quite figure out this son-in-law of hers.

With that calm look on his face, where did he get the confidence to agree?

"Let’s go, Mom. We need to sign the papers," Lee Li said, nudging her.

The property transfer was a long process involving trips to the bank and the housing bureau. By the time all the paperwork was done and they returned to the agency, it was already afternoon. The process was significantly faster because the buyers paid in full.

*(The entire process takes at least a week, but the author has simplified it for plot purposes.)*

Seeing the amount credited to her bank account, Lee Li beamed. Sun Dasheng transferred 1.25 million to her, keeping only 750,000 for himself. Seeing him lose money brought her more joy than making it herself.

Outside the real estate agency, Lee Li, who had been hoping to see Sun Dasheng make a fool of himself, suddenly froze. She saw him laughing and chatting as he got into a car with that pretty salesperson.

They actually know each other? How is it that after the divorce, my worthless ex-husband suddenly has so many beautiful women flocking to him? Or did he know them before the divorce?

She suddenly felt intensely irritated and uncomfortable all over. In her high heels, she rushed forward, taking two steps at a time, ignoring her mother calling out her name from behind.

In the Bentley, Zhong Liying sat in the passenger seat, her eyes wide as she took in the luxurious interior. This was her first time in such a high-end car.

"Brother Sun, you’re so rich. Why did your wife still want a divorce? What was she thinking?" she asked, finally voicing the question that had been weighing on her mind.

I just can’t figure it out. He’s so wealthy, and it’s not like his ex-wife is some heavenly beauty, so why would she want a divorce? Judging by their behavior at the agency, it seemed like the mother and daughter were the ones looking down on their wealthy son-in-law. This world is insane. Even an average woman can just dump her millionaire husband.

Sun Dasheng started the car. "Buckle up," he said, then shook his head. "How would I know what’s going on in that little head of hers? Why don’t you go ask her?"

His comment made Zhong Liying giggle, covering her mouth as she laughed. Her smile was like a snow lotus blooming on an iceberg—utterly beautiful. For a moment, Sun Dasheng found himself captivated.

BANG! BANG!

The incessant knocking on the window shattered the beautiful moment.

The window rolled down halfway, revealing Lee Li, who had rushed over to ’catch a cheater’.

"Excuse me, ma’am. Can I help you?" Sun Dasheng asked, his face an icy mask of calm.

"Who is she?" Lee Li demanded rudely, pointing at Zhong Liying.

"Who she is has nothing to do with you," Sun Dasheng replied, unfazed. "Ms. Lee, please remember that we are divorced. My affairs are no longer your business, so please don’t make a scene."

Hearing this, Lee Li’s face fell, her displeasure obvious. Before the divorce, Sun Dasheng had never spoken to her in such a tone.

Her eyes landed on the car. "What’s the deal with this car? Where did you get the money to buy it?"

Though she didn’t recognize the brand, she could tell from its appearance alone that it was incredibly expensive.

He’s a penniless nobody, where would he get the money to buy a car? It couldn’t be rented just to show off, could it? If the car is rented, couldn’t this woman be hired, too?

At this thought, a smile spread across her face. "Sun Dasheng, oh, Sun Dasheng, what am I supposed to say to you? Wasting the little money you have like this. Did you really need to spend your last few pennies renting these things just to spite me? To prove you struck it rich right after our divorce? To make me feel blind for leaving you and live the rest of my life in regret? These tricks are so childish."

"You’re overthinking things, Ms. Lee," Sun Dasheng said, his smile not reaching his eyes. "You’re blocking my way. Could you please move?"

He honked the horn once.

Startled, Lee Li jumped to the side of the road. Sun Dasheng immediately drove away.

I don’t want to watch this monkey show for another second... although it is rather amusing.

"Darling! Why are you standing on the roadside all alone? I’m here to pick you up," Wang Jiadong announced, pulling up in a flashy Porsche. "By the way, where’s your mom?"

"Never mind her for now," Lee Li interrupted, pointing at the receding car, now just a rear view. "Look, what kind of car is that, the one with the wings?"

Wang Jiadong obediently squinted in the direction she was pointing. "That’s a Bentley Flying Spur, a customized version at that. That car is incredibly expensive; you could buy four of mine for the price of one of those. Why?"

"How much would it cost to rent for a day?" Lee Li asked.

Wang Jiadong hesitated. "That looks like the newest model. I doubt it’s even available to rent on the market."

"It’s not?" Lee Li froze.

"No," Wang Jiadong confirmed with a firm nod. "Most luxury rentals are secondhand cars."

Just then, an employee from the agency walked over, helping Lin Chunfang, who had sprained her ankle.

"Mom, what happened to you?" Lee Li asked urgently.

Lin Chunfang answered irritably, "What do you think? I was chasing after you when I tripped on a stone and fell. Luckily, Xiao Li here saw me and helped me over. Go on and thank him."

"Thank you! I appreciate the trouble," Lee Li said. Then, as if remembering something, she asked the employee, "That tall saleswoman from earlier, is she good friends with my ex-husband?"

Xiao Li answered without a second thought, "That’s unlikely. She was just transferred here and had never met Mr. Sun before today."

"I see," Lee Li’s voice dropped.

The saleswoman must have been seduced by all his luxury brands. Why do I think that? Because I noticed he was decked out in designer labels earlier. But my preconceived notions got the better of me; I assumed they were all fakes he was wearing just to show off in front of me. Who would have thought it was all real?

A terrible thought wormed its way into her mind, one she couldn’t shake.

Could it be... everything I said to him earlier was actually true? My ex-husband really did get rich right after the divorce?

Regret!

Anger!

Helplessness...

A torrent of emotions flooded her heart.

Then, just as quickly, another possibility surfaced. The money was part of their joint marital assets, which he had hidden from her.

At this thought, her expression clouded over with uncertainty.