He was dead serious, looking completely at ease—if Yang Xinyi didn't already know his true nature, she would have thought he was telling the truth.
"What exactly will it take for you to agree to a divorce?" Yang Xinyi said, anger causing her chest to heave.
"Wife, you should know how much damage a divorce would inflict upon me, so I am absolutely against it. If you insist, I respect your choice, but I must be compensated for the loss of my youth, reputation, and sperm. I don't need much, just ten billion should do it," Ye Xiong said.
"Ten billion, you might as well go rob a bank," Yang Xinyi retorted furiously.
"If you don't agree, then let's not divorce. I'm a bit tired now, I'll head upstairs," Ye Xiong said, and then ran upstairs like a shot.
"Shameless."
Seeing him like this, Yang Xinyi couldn't help but let a bitter smile slip onto her lips.
The next day, Ye Xiong got up just after six o'clock, sneaking downstairs without even eating breakfast.
