Chapter 180: Insisting on Divorce

“You don’t believe me? Go back to the restaurant now—find the sixth table by the south window. Take your equipment and see if you can scan it. But I’d suggest just using your eyes; it’s made of a special material that’s been treated in various ways, so you might not even find it. It’s like when I took you to the interrogation room—you couldn’t find anything there either.”

Song Qingtian deliberately made the other party’s face grow even paler.

“Tell them—every single one of them has to make a separate statement saying I’ve been wronged. Otherwise, if they ruin my reputation and status, I’ll make them pay in kind. I’m notorious enough as it is; I’m not afraid to get even worse. As for how many of them are really fearless—I have no idea. I want both money and an apology. I’ll judge their apologies—if they’re not sincere or just a calculated ploy, then I’ll have no choice but to cut ties with them.”

“But the amount you’re asking for is way too much—often a hundred or even a million! They…”

“My whole life is just one small episode. My husband is so rich—so what if they’ve held me back and destroyed my career? Is that all they’ve done?”

The other party was left speechless. Song Qingtian glanced at Ling Hanyu and said, “Honey, see them out!”

Ling Hanyu paused for a moment, then nodded at Song Qingtian.

“Aunt Chen, see them out!”

The visitors reluctantly left, and the situation seemed to be getting even more serious.

If word got out that Zhou Qing really wasn’t the mastermind behind this, wouldn’t that mean they were incompetent?

Bai Ge hadn’t expected that offering money wouldn’t be enough.

After leaving the Song Family villa, Bai Ge went to find someone.

As soon as she stepped outside, she got into a car.

The person who picked her up gave her a glance and reached out to take her hand: “What are you so anxious about? It’s all fine—leave the money to me. You look so upset you’re almost unrecognizable.”

The man was in his forties or fifties; his name was Chen Jianxiu. Back in the day, he’d been courting Bai Ge and was her first love. The two had always liked each other.

If it weren’t for Song Haichang’s wealth, it never would’ve come to this.

Still, Bai Ge had her own calculations. She knew Chen Jianxiu was capable and that he’d eventually rise to prominence, so she gave him a sum of money after they got married, saying it was a loan—but she never brought it up again.

Bai Ge didn’t ask how much profit Chen Jianxiu made from that money; it was as if the whole thing never happened.

But Chen Jianxiu never forgot how good Bai Ge had been to him. Even after they had two children, he kept reaching out to her frequently.

Bai Ge never turned him down—she gave him whatever he wanted.

Yet she never asked for anything herself.

Bai Ge had created the persona of a child whose parents favored the rich and scorned the poor, which was what had forced her and Chen Jianxiu apart. So she stayed with Chen Jianxiu purely out of love.

Chen Jianxiu, too, loved Bai Ge deeply. He’d give her anything she wanted—and even things she didn’t ask for.

But Bai Ge had never initiated any requests until now, when she told him she was facing some difficulties.

And Chen Jianxiu immediately rushed over from out of town just to handle the situation.

They thought it was settled, but then this whole mess broke out.

Bai Ge looked at Chen Jianxiu and said, “You’ve already spent a lot of money, yet they still want an apology. If it’s Zhou Qing who apologizes, I can accept that. But if Yinyin has to step forward… you know, she’s my only daughter. I can’t let this ruin her.”

“I know. Don’t worry—I’ll take care of it. Rest assured!”

Only then did Bai Ge stop talking. Afterward, the two of them went to a hotel for the night before parting ways.

The next morning, Song Qingtian was still recovering. After all, a victim should look like a victim.

Song Qingtian had fainted again, and Ling Hanyu had even taken time off work to stay home with her. How could she possibly go out on her own when she was still feeling so bad?

Early that morning, Song Qingtian received many people, all of whom were terrified that those incriminating details might be made public.

To put it bluntly, those details could destroy them.

The restaurant owner was the most sensible—he offered a million.

He apologized profusely and explained his predicament.

Song Qingtian accepted the money and called it quits, also taking note of the apology statements in the media.

As for the Zhou and Kong families, their elders came in person this time. Song Qingtian set the condition that they must appear in person, with police present, and swear never to harm her again.

In order to settle the matter peacefully, the elders from the Zhou and Kong families reluctantly brought their representatives, who apologized under police supervision.

Song Qingtian also met Zhou Qing, who was very beautiful.

It was obvious at a glance that she’d been bought off with money.

As for why—that was none of Song Qingtian’s business; she didn’t want to know.

After receiving the money and signing the letter of forgiveness, Song Qingtian roughly tallied up all the funds: over ten million.

“So you’re really that short on cash?”

Ling Hanyu sat on the sofa, watching the visitors leave. He crossed his legs unhappily and glanced over at Song Qingtian, who had put her phone away. All the money was in her own account, and she’d already invested it.

Her current dilemma was that she and Ling Hanyu didn’t have a prenuptial agreement, so the issue of money was unclear.

That’s why she wanted to draw up an agreement—even one covering their marital life.

This way, their incomes would be kept separate.

Previously, Song Qingtian had racked her brains trying to make money, but now she didn’t have to think about it anymore.

As long as she kept Song Yinyin and the others, she wouldn’t have to worry about money.

So she wanted to clearly divide the couple’s finances.

“Who would ever think money bites your hand?”

Song Qingtian wasn’t worried about Ling Hanyu grabbing her ten-plus million—it was compensation, fully documented and available online for public verification.

In fact, she didn’t really care what others thought, so when those people went to apologize, she didn’t even bother checking the news. She just glanced at them briefly, and public opinion didn’t matter to her.

Her goal was simple: make some money!

End of Chapter 180: Insisting on Divorce