Yeh Ze-nan dragged him out of the Shallow Advertising Company, Song Yu-qiao thought he must be crazy to make such a move, was he really not afraid of being on the headlines?

  He is not afraid, she is.

  She doesn't want to be drawn into the whirlpool of public opinion anymore, one person's saliva can indeed drown someone, she wants a divorce and completely doesn't want to have any connection with him again.

  Ye Zenan stepped on the accelerator, Song Yuqiao didn't have time to sit steady, and suddenly bumped into the windshield in front of the car, tears of pain came out immediately.

  "Open the car door!"

  Song Yuqiao pounded on the passenger door with all her might, but Ye Zenan had already locked it from the inside, and she couldn't open it no matter how hard she tried.

  No matter how she slammed the car door, Ye Zhenan steadily turned the steering wheel and even ran two red lights.

  "You're really generous. If it's exposed tomorrow morning that Chairman Ye openly broke the traffic rules and ran a red light, I'm afraid those people on the board of directors won't let you off easy again."

  "After being silent for so long, Ye Zenan said: 'I'm willing to go trending with you!'"

  Song Yuqiao coldly laughed once.

  If she had heard such sweet words from him in the past, she might have rushed over like Xu Wanli, but now, after going through the Xu Wanli incident, she had already seen through Ye Zenan and his mother.

  "Have you read the divorce agreement?"

  Ye Zenan slammed on the brakes and grabbed Song Yuqiao's neck: "I've said it before, I won't agree to a divorce!"

  Song Yuqiao didn't expect that Ye Zhenan would suddenly grab her throat tightly, at this time her trachea was blocked, and her eyelids had already rolled up. She weakly grasped Ye Zhenan's hand, and Ye Zhenan seemed to have really used brute force wanting to strangle her to death.

  Suddenly, a shrill and jarring telephone ring broke the balance.

  Ye Zenan suddenly loosened his grip on Song Yuqiao's neck, seemingly also startled by his own forceful action. He opened the car door and got out, lit a cigarette.

  Song Yuqiao's throat was burning with pain, she held her neck and gasped for a while before answering the phone, which was Pei Si Cheng on the other end.

  "Director Pei."

  "Pei Si Cheng heard something was off, 'What's wrong with your throat?'"

  Song Yuqiao made up a lie on the spot: "I just reported for more than an hour, and my throat is on fire."

  "Have some honey water," Pei Si said, "I have an unreasonable request. I'm still out of town now, and Pei Hangyu has a parent-teacher conference this afternoon. Can you trouble Assistant Song to go?"

  Every time you say this kind of thing, you can use a tone that implies "you can negotiate and refuse", but it gives the feeling of "if you dare to refuse, you're dead".

  Song Yu rubbed her brow, instinctively wanting to refuse, but thinking of Pei Huaiyu, that little guy, she felt particularly close to him, and at this time, it was just right to dispel the haze in her heart, so she said: "Okay."

  Ye Zenan lit a cigarette and got in the car, Song Yuqiao had already opened the passenger door.

  "Yè Zěnán, zài jiàn!"

  Translation: "Ye Zenan, goodbye!"

  Ye Zenan didn't come after her, which made Song Yuqiao breathe a sigh of relief. The headache was that the company would probably have to spend some effort explaining it, but since something like this had already happened, she no longer intended to stay in this small company under Ye's banner.

  Passing by a shopping mall, Song Yuqiao borrowed the restroom inside and saw that the red mark on her neck was fading away, turning into a purplish color. She shook her head and bought a silk scarf to wrap around it.

  As soon as she appeared at the company, the entire office area fell silent, and even a needle dropping on the ground could be heard.