CHAPTER 209: CHAPTER 209: HE ACTUALLY AGREED TO DIVORCE

"I already promised your grandfather—I will definitely divorce you!" Banxia’s attitude was resolute.

"What good is your promise? As long as I don’t agree, the agreement between you and my grandfather is void. You must continue to be my woman." Yan Ting issued an utterly domineering warning.

Banxia froze completely, never expecting Yan Ting to be so unreasonable.

"Why are you doing this? We didn’t even marry for love in the first place. Even if you divorce me, don’t you lose nothing in the end? You can still go find other women to sign agreements with—ones prettier, ones with better family backgrounds, or even many women who genuinely love you. Go find them..."

"I don’t want anyone else. I only want you!" Yan Ting interrupted her directly, shutting down everything she had to say.

"Yan Ting... I beg you, don’t be like this..." Banxia’s heart threatened to shatter into pieces. She had painstakingly secured Old Sir Huo’s handwritten guarantee; she couldn’t give up now and could only plead with Yan Ting.

"You’re the one who broke your word first. You clearly agreed that we’d talk about divorce after three years of marriage. Now, you’re going behind my back to negotiate with my grandfather? Banxia, I’ve truly underestimated you—you’ve got guts, don’t you?" Yan Ting’s tone carried a smoldering anger, his irritation unmistakable.

Banxia suddenly felt a wave of panic, sensing that Yan Ting might genuinely rage and refuse to let her go.

"Does imprisoning me like this mean anything to you? Our marriage was a transaction from the start. I helped you, and you helped me—it’s even between us now. Could you..."

"No. The price of angering me will never be something that pleases you." The man coldly shut her down.

Banxia’s hand stiffened around her phone, unease flashing intensely in her eyes.

Seeing as things had come to this, and Yan Ting still refused to relent, Banxia had no choice but to play her last card.

"Can you live with having a wife whose heart belongs to another man? Even if that wife is one only on paper." Banxia asked with a self-deprecating laugh in her tone.

Yan Ting hadn’t expected her to say something like this, and his whole demeanor froze into silence.

Banxia’s breathing tightened, her pale face betraying her anxiousness.

"So, the person you’re secretly in love with—is Leng Weichen?" Yan Ting interrogated coldly.

Banxia bit down on her lip—at this point, there was no escape. She could only steel herself and admit, "Well, yes!"

"So you’ve been lying to me all along? Even using me?" Yan Ting’s voice was suddenly devoid of anger, replaced instead by an icy coldness—frigid and bereft of warmth.

Banxia inexplicably felt that his calm demeanor was more terrifying and unsettling than when he was angry.

"Yes, I lied to you, and I’ve used you!" Banxia, heedless of the consequences, could only continue admitting the truth. She worried tremendously that Yan Ting’s next move wouldn’t be to kick her out but to strangle her.

After all, who was Yan Ting? The future head of the Huo Family—with a single motion, he could take her life in an instant.

She had dared to provoke such a powerful man—how utterly self-destructive of her.

"Fine. I’ll divorce you!" Suddenly, without any further words, the man agreed to the divorce.

Banxia stood there in a daze, as if frozen solid; even her expression remained immobile for a long time.

The detached beeping tone of the phone echoed in her ears—Yan Ting had hung up.

What?

Had she heard wrongly?

Yan Ting had actually agreed to divorce her? He agreed?