Chapter 29: Damn Impulse

"Lolo, are you really going to go back with him?" Jiang Xueting held onto her, trying to stop her. "That bastard can't be trusted!"

"I have to go," Zhang Xiluo soothed Jiang Xueting. He wanted to talk to her about the divorce—she couldn't miss it.

"Alright then. If anything happens, call me. I'll rush over immediately," Jiang Xueting said worriedly, helping Zhang Xiluo into the car and leaning against the window.

"Don't worry."

Li Mingye didn't wait for them to finish speaking before starting the car, causing Jiang Xueting to nearly stumble.

Zhang Xiluo shot him a dissatisfied glance, suppressing the urge to curse.

Just a bit longer, and the divorce would be done.

She turned her head to look out the window. She could finally get divorced.

Her feelings were strange—she couldn't tell whether she was happy or reluctant. It all felt a little different.

"How far have you gotten with Ouyang Chen?" Li Mingye suddenly spoke, and Zhang Xiluo felt the air inside the car drop to a chilling temperature.

"Be clearer. I don't understand," Zhang Xiluo instinctively rubbed her arms and shifted in her seat.

Li Mingye frowned, casting her a suspicious look. "You hugged and cuddled right in front of me—how much clearer does it need to be?"

He had the nerve to say that...

If Ouyang Chen hadn't appeared, she might not just have been disfigured; he only cared about Zhou Yao and didn't even care whether she lived or died!

"It's none of your business," Zhang Xiluo retorted. "You pursue true love—did I ever ask you about it?"

"So you admit it!" Li Mingye's eyes darkened, the chill around him intensifying. He slammed the accelerator, and the car shot forward, throwing her sharply back in her seat.

"Li Mingye, what are you doing!" Zhang Xiluo was terrified. Now more than ever, she valued her life. Her face went pale, and her eyes filled with fear. "Stop the car!"

Li Mingye gradually slowed down, glancing at Zhang Xiluo. Why was she so afraid?

Zhang Xiluo pulled her legs onto the seat, hugging her knees tightly and pressing her head against her arms, weeping silently.

She couldn't suppress this fear—speeding, crashing, all made her feel on the brink of death. She was scared...

"There's nothing between us," Zhang Xiluo said, her teeth chattering slightly. "He's your childhood friend. I wouldn't be stupid enough to get involved with him."

Li Mingye didn't respond, but his frown deepened.

When they parked, Zhang Xiluo got out on one foot, not wanting Li Mingye to touch her.

"I can walk on my own."

"Are you sure?" Li Mingye's voice was icy, his words brimming with threat.

Zhang Xiluo had no choice but to stop resisting, allowing Li Mingye to carry her inside. Feeling his warmth, her heart still fluttered. Zhou Yao must feel so happy in his arms.

What she could never have came to Zhou Yao effortlessly.

She wondered where she had found the courage to challenge Zhou Yao in the first place.

Li Mingye placed her on the bedroom bed. She carefully took off her shoes; her ankle was swelling more severely.

She really would have to rest in bed for a few days, or her foot would be ruined. She’d already decided: after signing the divorce papers, she would go to Milan International to recuperate for a while.

"I can't give you Zhang Corporation shares. I'll still leave with nothing. If you don't want to settle those accounts, then so be it," Zhang Xiluo repeatedly lowered her bottom line. All her sacrifices—she wouldn't even count them anymore.

Li Mingye looked at her, inexplicably irritable. Her pale face, haggard appearance, and eagerness for divorce all made him uncomfortable.

"The divorce papers are in the room. You can use them directly," Zhang Xiluo pointed to the drawer on the computer desk, indicating for Li Mingye to take them.

"Zhang Xiluo, are you really so impatient to divorce me?" Li Mingye didn't move, his gaze blazing as he stared at Zhang Xiluo, his face openly furious.

Zhang Xiluo nodded. This was her first step toward a new life. No hesitation, no change!

He scoffed coldly. "Since you're so eager, you must have a way to convince my parents."

"You've got money enough for generations—why are you so fixated on my shares? Anything else, I can consider."

Seeing her parents' reaction, she knew the shares were out of the question. Zhang Corporation was their life's work and could never be handed to anyone else, especially Li Mingye!

In her previous life, pursuing Li Mingye even brought Zhang Corporation to bankruptcy. This time, she wouldn't let her parents suffer any loss.

A trace of sorrow rose in her heart. She felt trapped in a curse—anything related to Li Mingye, whatever she did, was always wrong.

She should never have fallen for this bastard!

"That's none of your business," Li Mingye insisted, refusing to let go. Without the shares, he would not agree to divorce.

"Aren't you afraid Zhou Yao will get tired of waiting?" Zhang Xiluo took a deep breath, approaching the negotiation from Zhou Yao's angle. "Are you planning to keep Zhou Yao as the mistress forever?"

"Did I ever say so?" Li Mingye retorted.

"If you won't agree to divorce, why did you call me back?"

Zhang Xiluo put her shoes back on, not intending to waste any more time with him. This bastard treated her like a fool—infuriating!

Li Mingye blocked her path. She tried to walk on one foot, struggling to move, but lost her balance and fell backward.

Instinctively, she grabbed Li Mingye, pulling him down onto the bed, landing on top of her.

"Get up," Zhang Xiluo's ears burned. She could feel a certain part of Li Mingye changing—it seemed he had been holding back for too long.

"Don't move," Li Mingye stopped her struggle. Last time, he thought it was the effect of medication that made him unable to resist her. This time, just a simple touch, and he found himself wanting her.

He couldn't accept it!

Zhang Xiluo stopped moving. Li Mingye got up from her, saying, "If you dare stay out at night again, don't blame me for being harsh."

He gave her no chance to protest, slamming the door as he left.

With her injured foot, Zhang Xiluo couldn't fuss any more and stayed at the villa for the time being.

Aunt Li took care of her meals and even called a health doctor for massages.

After that night, Li Mingye didn’t return to the villa. According to Xu Xinyi, Zhou Yao’s surgery date had been set.

Li Mingye showed up at the hospital every day, visiting Zhou Yao and then checking on his mother.

On Friday, Zhang Xiluo asked Xiao Zhao to drive her to the hospital to pick up her mother.

"Lolo, is your foot any better?" Her mother had already packed up, sitting by the bed waiting to be discharged.

"It was just a sprain—it's much better now," Zhang Xiluo still limped, but the pain had faded. "Where’s Dad?"

"Something came up at the company. He’ll be a bit late."

"I’ll call Dad. Let’s go home first," Zhang Xiluo asked Xiao Zhao to come up for their things, and she and her mother supported each other as they walked.

When they reached the lobby on the first floor, a nurse suddenly collided with Zhang Xiluo. She quickly moved aside with her mother, causing the nurse to fall to the ground.

"Oh no," the nurse cried out. The medicine bottle in her hand shattered, staining a sheet of paper.

Suddenly, someone rushed over, grabbed Zhang Xiluo’s arm, and shouted loudly, "You vicious woman—how dare you use such tricks to hurt people!"