Xue Chengyi woke up with a hangover and his head felt like it had swelled up. He washed his face and saw his wife sitting in the bathroom burning things expressionlessly.

Xue Chengyi found a shopping bag and put wet tissue paper at the bottom of it as Tang Hui poured all the ashes in it. They also put some other garbage in there to cover it up.

Although the house was warm, it seemed to be freezing.

Xue Chengyi took the lead in breaking the silence. "When this is over, let’s go through the divorce procedure."

"Why?" Tang Hui said coldly.

"Why?!" Xue Chengyi's rage welled up. "You killed my dad!"

"Is his life more expensive now?"

"I have money to treat him now, unlike in the past. We didn’t have any options back then! That’s why we did that!”

"Mr. Xue, don't forget. If my mother didn't ‘suddenly’ die back then, you would still be a no-name. If my mother can't enjoy life, then your dad doesn't deserve...