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Fang Ze stared at Liang Yu in disbelief, his eyes filled with shock, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He just wanted to ask Liang Yu not to call the police and to give Shi Yue a chance to reform.

Liang Yu actually used divorce as a bargaining chip to negotiate with him.

Does Liang Yu really want to divorce him?

Fang Ze began to truly feel the pain in his chest.

He was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.

He asked, somewhat dejectedly:

"Why must you get a divorce? Is it because of Yan Qi?"

Liang Yu replied calmly in a breathy voice:

"Fang Ze, can you please stop bringing up Yan Qi? My divorce has nothing to do with Yan Qi, nor with any other man."

"Fang Ze, I want a divorce because you can't let go of the past, but I want a new future. We're not on the same path at all. Can you hear me?"

Fang Ze asked incredulously:

"Then who exactly are you on the same path as? We've been together for six years, and now you're telling me we're not on the same path?"

"If you think we're not meant to be together, then why did you keep bothering me in the hospital? And why did you say yes when I proposed to you three years ago?"

"You were the one who provoked me first, and now that you have a new love, you're saying we're not on the same wavelength?"

Liang Yu stared at Fang Ze in disbelief.

She finally learned her lesson today; Fang Ze's double standards were just that outrageous.

Fang Ze turned the tables and accused the culprit.

She became that fickle, treacherous, and heartless person who started something and then abandoned it.

Liang Yu suddenly realized that the Fang Ze in front of him, who was now furious and embarrassed, was different from the gentle and refined Fang Ze of the past.

Liang Yu raised her eyelashes, looked at Fang Ze with indifferent eyes, and spoke to Fang Ze in a low, unhurried voice:

"If that's how you think, there's nothing I can do about it."

"Shi Yue attempted murder first. Since you want to protect Shi Yue and don't want me to call the police, you should at least show your sincerity and let me have my way."

"If you come with me to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get a divorce, I won't call the police."

Fang Ze slowly stood up, staggered back a step, and looked at Liang Yu with eyes full of disappointment and sorrow.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes welled up with tears.

He just wanted Liang Yu to give Shi Yue a chance.

Liang Yu then threatened him with divorce.

Why can Liang Yu always say the word "divorce" so easily and casually?

He didn't understand whether Liang Yu really wanted to divorce him, or if she just resented him for saving Shi Yue first and then protecting Shi Yue.

He knew how much Liang Yu had loved him before.

In the past, even if he only casually expressed concern for Liang Yu, Liang Yu would be happy all day long.

What he used to take for granted, what he thought would never change, suddenly turned upside down overnight.

Fang Ze could hardly believe that Liang Yu really wanted to divorce him.

He felt that Liang Yu was venting her anger and resentment on him because he hadn't saved her first.

Liang Yu is unable to take care of herself.

I can't live without him.

Fang Ze suddenly felt a surge of anger.

Liang Yu must have realized long ago that mentioning divorce could sway his emotions, making him feel anxious and uneasy, ultimately leaving him in Liang Yu's hands.

Fang Ze took a deep breath and said angrily:

"Okay, as you wish. After you are discharged from the hospital, we will go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to complete the formalities."

"But until we get the divorce certificate, you're not allowed to tell anyone about our divorce, especially Yan Qi. Can you do that?"

Liang Yu readily agreed:

"Okay, no problem. You don't need to wait for me to be discharged from the hospital. We'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to complete the formalities now."

As Liang Yu spoke, he lifted the covers, intending to get out of bed and go out.

Fang Ze had only agreed out of momentary anger, but now seeing Liang Yu's eagerness, he felt as if his heart was being torn apart.

He gritted his teeth and immediately refused:

"How can you go out looking like this? I'll have Dong Xiao make an appointment, and we can go after we get one."

Liang Yu paused in getting out of bed, looked up at Fang Ze, and asked:

"real?"

Fang Ze's affirmative answer:

"Really, I'm not kidding."

Liang Yu nodded and reminded him:

"If you're lying to me, I'll call the police immediately. There are security cameras on the yacht."

Fang Ze frowned and agreed:

"I'm not lying to you, I keep my word."

After Fang Ze finished speaking, he no longer wanted to stay in the ward.

He pushed open the door and went out almost helplessly.

He walked straight out of the hospital without stopping, not even waiting for the elevator, and went straight down the stairs.

Once Fang Ze was seated in the Maybach, he slumped over, resting his arms on his knees and burying his forehead in his hands.

He didn't fully understand until this moment.

Liang Yu really wants to divorce him.

After Fang Ze left the ward, Zhao Wen entered the ward and asked Liang Yu:

"Ms. Liang, I just saw that Mr. Fang looked very upset when he left. Did you two have an argument?"

Liang Yu shook his head and replied in a whisper:

"There was no argument; we were just talking about trivial matters at the company."

Liang Yu didn't want to say too much to Zhao Wen.

Because Zhao Wen was there on behalf of Haicheng Private Equity to take care of her.

Liang Yu had an accident on a yacht owned by a private equity firm in Haicheng. The firm sent one person to take care of her and gave her 80 million yuan in compensation.

These days, Zhao Wen comes to the ward every day to take care of her, just like going to work.

Liang Yu felt that he and Zhao Wen were not very familiar with each other; they could only be considered acquaintances.

Moreover, in Liang Yu's view, Zhao Wen only knew that Fang Ze was her boss, so Liang Yu was even less willing to mention Fang Ze in front of Zhao Wen.

So he made up a few casual remarks and avoided the topic of Fang Ze.

Zhao Wen could also sense that Liang Yu didn't want to talk to her anymore, so she started talking to Liang Yu about other topics.

Zhao Wen reminded him, intentionally or unintentionally:

"Shi Yue has recovered and been discharged from the hospital. Her condition is much better than yours."

Liang Yu nodded and hummed in response, but did not reply.

Zhao Wen wanted to test Liang Yu's attitude towards Shi Yue, but to her surprise, Liang Yu didn't say a word and showed no reaction.

This put Zhao Wen in a difficult position, and she could only report the truth to Kang Liang.

When Kang Liang reported Liang Yu's indifferent attitude towards Shi Yue to Yan Qi, Yan Qi immediately spoke up:

"Find an opportunity to tie Shi Yue up and take her to sea."

Kang Liang obediently did as he was told.

The following evening, Shi Yue and many friends went to a bar to celebrate her discharge from the hospital.

Taking advantage of Shi Yue's drunken hailing of a taxi, Kang Liang took the tipsy Shi Yue directly to the port and tied her to a yacht.

The yacht cut through the dark sea, the salty sea breeze carrying cold, damp air pounding against Shi Yue's body.

Shi Yue was bound with rough hemp ropes and suspended above the sea by a lift.

She reeked of alcohol and was still in a drunken stupor.

Suddenly, the icy seawater engulfed her completely, and the strong salty smell rushed into her nasal cavity and mouth, causing her severe chest pain.

My previously confused consciousness suddenly became clear.

The elevator lifted Shi Yue up a little, just enough so that her head could just break the surface of the sea, while her body remained submerged.

Shi Yue started coughing violently.

The shadow of falling into the sea a few days ago still looms over Shi Yue's heart, and she is terrified.

Shi Yue was bound and unable to move. She could only tilt her head back and barely breathe, her vision blurred as she looked at the black figure on the yacht deck.

Shi Yue shouted in a hoarse voice:

"I can give you money, please let me go, please."

Yan Qi stood tall on the deck with his hands in his pockets, his black trousers fluttering in the sea breeze, outlining his long, straight legs.

He lowered his eyes slightly, looking down at Shi Yue, who was struggling in the sea, his eyes churning with an unyielding undercurrent and a malice that seemed to devour her.

Yan Qi showed no pity whatsoever, coldly saying:

"She's awake, put her down."

The elevator's tracks slowly rolled down.

Shi Yue was like a lifeless, heavy object, once again being thrown into the dark seawater.

The ropes binding Shi Yue were soaked with seawater, becoming increasingly heavy and dragging her swaying precariously in the water.

The feeling of suffocation returned, even more intense than before.

Shi Yue could clearly feel the seawater rushing down her throat and nasal cavity, making her lungs feel like they were about to explode.

She struggled desperately to break free of the ropes, but the thick hemp ropes tightened more and more, digging into her flesh, leaving her no room to struggle.

Shi Yue's consciousness oscillated between being extinguished and being awake.

Just when she thought she was about to die, the thick rope slowly lifted her up and pulled her head to the surface of the sea.

Shi Yue convulsed and coughed violently.

Salty, fishy seawater kept seeping from my mouth and nose.

Shi Yue felt as if her throat had been corroded by the seawater, and she couldn't make a sound.

Yan Qi looked down at the dying Shi Yue with a cold gaze and asked indifferently:

"Is it comfortable in the sea?"

Shi Yue shook her head desperately, her face covered in tears and snot, but no matter how she shouted, she couldn't utter a sound of begging for mercy.

Yan Qi's eyes held a ruthless glint, like ice coated with poison, showing no intention of letting Shi Yue go.

His tone was icy cold, devoid of any warmth:

"Not feeling well? Then soak until you feel comfortable, then let it out."

The elevator tracks slowly rolled down again.

Shi Yue was like a puppet, powerless to resist. No matter how much she cried, she could only let the elevator plunge her into the seawater once again.

Salty seawater once again filled Shi Yue's nasal cavity and mouth.

No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free even a fraction of an inch.

He was completely swallowed by the seawater.

As her vision went black again, the elevator's thick rope slowly lifted her up, pulling her head to the surface of the sea.

Shi Yue's body was convulsing, and her skin was already raw and torn from the struggle, chafed by the hemp rope.

My body was soaking in seawater, and the pain from my wounds was excruciating.

Yan Qi looked down at the lifeless Shi Yue from his high position and asked coldly once again:

"Is it comfortable in the sea?"

Shi Yue immediately nodded with all her might.

Yan Qi gave a disdainful sneer and said in a gloomy tone:

"Since it feels good, let's soak it some more and let it sit."

The elevator's tracks slowly rolled down once again.

Suffocating, struggling, being pulled to the surface again, coughing up seawater.

Shi Yue was bound by hemp ropes and could not move, only to be swallowed by the sea again and again.

Each time was more painful than the last.

Each time was more desperate than the last.

Shi Yue's vision gradually blurred, and all she could hear was the roar of the waves.

She could feel her body temperature dropping, her consciousness fading away, while the ropes binding her tightened.

Suddenly, Shi Yue was lifted up by the elevator.

She was thrown onto the deck like a lump of mud, soaking wet, with salty seawater still seeping from her mouth and nose.

Her abdomen slammed against the hard deck, but she didn't even have the strength to cough; she could only twitch weakly.

Shi Yue's eyes were tightly closed, and only her chest was rising and falling very faintly, as if she would stop breathing at any moment.

Yan Qi looked down at Shi Yue with disdain, then turned and went into the cabin.

Kang Liang followed behind Yan Qi and asked:

"Young Master Qi, what should we do?"

Yan Qi replied casually:

"Please process this case again. I need to know who made the satellite phone call."