Chapter 11 - Fifty Million, It Is! (2/2)

He passed the check to Steward Gu who walked towards Yu Mei after receiving it.

Yu Mei calmly took the cheque from his hand as she looked at the cheque, ”But this is not the right place for it…” she murmured before continuing, ”This cheque... It is not supposed to be in my hand.”

Right place?

Steward Gu and the rest of the servants looked at the girl in confusion. What did she mean by the cheque is not in its right place?

But Jun Zixuan did not seem to have much of an expression on his cold face.

Yu Mei chuckled mirthlessly.

If it had been her past looks, she would have looked seductive but unfortunately, as Yu Mei, she just looked like an evil baby elephant while smiling.

Anyways, she did not care about her looks as her temper has worked up.

She walked straight towards the dining table as she raised the cheque in her hand and…

'Rip..'

In no time, the 'fifty million' thing was torn to shreds.

As if that was not enough, she picked up the glass of orange juice kept in front of the man and threw the torn paper pieces inside that juice.

She smirked evilly before pouring out the entire content on his head.

The orange juice dripped down from the man's head to his face, down his throat, soaking his expensive black tuxedo.

”You seem to be sleeping when I said I did not want anything from you except for divorce,” she coldly said as she looked at the man who was seemingly frozen in his place.

She did not want to do this to him, which is why she was taming her anger again and again. But what else could she do when the man behaved like a jerk?

His tycoon ways won't work on her as she wasn't his wife. That woman was long dead.

She wondered if he was possessed or if there was some other soul in his body. Because as much she knew him, she could say that this current behavior of his was so unlike him.

Jun Zixuan was looking at his phone, completely avoiding her actions when he felt a somewhat wet sensation on his head, the orange juice dripped down his golden-ash blonde bangs, before sliding down his pale face.

The temperature in the room suddenly dropped as the man emitted a dangerous aura.

The servants in the room seemed to have their eyes popping out in shock. Has this lady gone mad? Did she just drench the Master with orange juice?

”Miss Yu, how could you do this….ahhh…”