I Just Want to Divorce

Chapter 10: “The floor is cold.”

Ye Fei didn’t use much strength, only sweeping his foot across the area, yet his touch seemed to carry electricity and sparks from all the way where the two touched straight to Yan Xiao’s heart.

Yan Xiao was tense all over, and unconsciously grabbed Ye Fei’s ankle.

Ye Fei raised his eyebrows and didn’t move, letting the other hold him.

Yan Xiao lowered his eyes. The ankle in his palm was fair and slender, and the early morning sunlight shining on the thin skin gave off a kind of frail beauty that was heart-poundingly beautiful.

“Ye Fei,” Yan Xiao said, “I have no problems with my ears, and there are no problems elsewhere.”

“Oh?” Ye Fei’s burning gaze stared at him attentively. He licked his lips, and said with deep meaning, “Who knows…”

Yan Xiao still held his ankle in his hand, as if he’d forgotten about it. He looked at Ye Fei for a moment, then said seriously, “I went to the hospital for a checkup only last month, I can show you my medical report.”

Ye Fei: “???”

The smile on Ye Fei’s face froze.

Ye Fei only felt a mouthful of old blood 1 stuck in his throat, nearly choking him to death. He broke free from Yan Xiao’s hold and drank all the milk in his glass.

Damn it, he looked so handsome, why couldn’t he have yellow-colored thoughts 2!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he couldn’t help but glare at Yan Xiao.

Yan Xiao was stunned by his glare, and after a while he called Ye Fei’s name again: “Ye Fei.”

“What do you want?!” Ye Fei responded angrily.

Yan Xiao pointed to the floor and said, “Don’t walk barefoot.”

Although it was only the end of spring, Ye Fei coveted the cold already. The air conditioner at home had already been turned on for cooling, and the indoor temperature was very low.

Ye Fei lowered his head to play with his phone, pretending not to have heard him.

What did it have to do with him if he didn’t wear slippers!

Yan Xiao was silent for a while before he suddenly stood up, bent down and picked up the slippers Ye Fei had kicked aside.

Ye Fei saw his movements from the corner of his eye; he wanted to ask the other what he was doing when it suddenly became dark, Yan Xiao kneeling down in front of him.

“You…” Ye Fei was shocked into speechlessness.

Yan Xiao held Ye Fei’s calf with one hand and put the slippers on his feet with the other. His actions were clumsy and silly, and had to be repeated several times, but he was very serious, as if carrying out an incomparable and dignified work.

Ye Fei snorted and said, “Mr. Yan’s OCD is really getting worse.”

“It’s not obsessive-compulsive disorder.” Yan Xiao stood up, and a calm and steady voice trickled into Ye Fei’s ears. “The floor is cold.”

After breakfast, Yan Xiao went to work as usual, while Ye Fei received news from Wenyin—

【Honourable Wenyin: Mr. Ye, the T-shirts you requested have been printed and will be shipped in the afternoon.】

Originally lying lazily on the sofa, Ye Fei got up and replied:

【Brother Fei: So fast?】

A reply was sent in seconds.

【Honourable Wenyin: Mr. Ye was the one who asked, hahahaha, so of course I’d be fast. I was driven out from working overtime last night. Do you want it shipped to the company, or to another address?】

Ye Fei flipped through the calendar on his phone; two days from now was the 25th anniversary of Dingyuan. Because it’d been a fruitful year, the celebration was bigger than the previous ones. He initially didn’t intend to go, but now…

Ye Fei typed with a smile.

【Brother Fei: Directly send it to the company, how much money should I transfer to you? 】

A number was sent. After Ye Fei swiftly paid, he found the WeChat account of Dingyuan’s public relations director.

【Brother Fei: I’ll be in charge of this year’s anniversary celebration’s clothing. It should be delivered more or less today. Please check it out for me.】

The public relations director Yang Wenxin was personally selected by Ye Fei, and he was very capable. Since the time he joined the company, Dingyuan had never faced a public relations crisis.

【Yang Wenxin: Received.】

Ye Fei looked at the chat between them, ruminating in his heart on how to tell the man about him leaving Dingyuan. He didn’t want to reveal too much about the Ye family’s matters, but it was impossible not to inform Yang Wenxin.

He absolutely considered Yang Wenxin as a trusted aide. After Ye Yao took over, he would definitely be liquidated. He couldn’t leave Yang Wenxin unprepared.

Just as he was feeling awkward, Yang Wenxin suddenly sent a series of messages.

【Yang Wenxin: President Ye, are you not part of Dingyuan anymore?】

【Yang Wenxin: Do you want to start your own business?】

【Yang Wenxin: What about the anniversary, will you still be there?】

Ye Fei frowned and asked him—

【Brother Fei: How did you know? 】

【Yang Wenxin: I accidentally overheard Mr. Ye Yao’s call.】

For a while, the dialog box at the top continued to display “typing” before the next message from Yang Wenxin was sent.

【Yang Wenxin: Actually, Mr. Ye, to tell you the truth, Mr. Ye Yao didn’t say it nicely…】

Yang Wenxin didn’t say anything in detail, but even if he’d used his leg to think, Ye Fei understood that he’d been kicked out of the company by his father or something.

After thinking for a moment, he called Yang Wenxin directly. “Ye Yao is right, I really won’t be in Dingyuan anymore.”

“Where will you go?” After the initial surprise, Yang Wenxin completely accepted the news. He looked at his colleagues who were working hard in the office, and went to the corridor with his phone covered. “I’ll follow you.”

Without Ye Fei, he would have still been a bitter copywriter. For him, it was not an exaggeration to say that the other man was a good judge of talent.

Ye Fei smiled. “Don’t, I intend to take a break and in passing help my friend’s little business out.”

Yang Wenxin didn’t let the matter go and asked, “What company?”

Ye Fei was helpless, so he had to tell the truth, “It’s a small entertainment company founded by my friend and I, and it’s still a work in progress in all aspects…”

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Yang Wenxin, “Is there still a shortage of people over there?”

He really couldn’t get along with Ye Yao and Father Ye. Even if he didn’t manage to follow Ye Fei now, he would nevertheless go elsewhere.

Seeing that he insisted, Ye Fei had to say, “Well, you can come directly after the anniversary.”

“I can go now.”

Ye Yao had long disliked him. If he proposed to resign, he probably wouldn’t even need a one-month notice period.

“This can’t be done,” Ye Fei’s eyes gleamed slyly, “I want you to do something for me.”

He originally wanted to go to the company in person and let employees wear those T-shirts during the anniversary. But since Yang Wenxin decided to resign, he could do it directly.

Yang Wenxin: “You can tell me.”

Two days later, Dingyuan’s anniversary.

The employees were holding the T-shirts in their hands. They dumbfoundedly looked at each other.

What was this situation? Did these T-shirts have the image of Mr. Ye Yao’s beaten up face printed on them? Was this, this, this… a joke?

Although the employees didn’t understand, as it was an order from the company, they wore it. In any case, they wouldn’t lose any face in doing so.

As a result, Dingyuan welcomed 300 employees clad in T-shirts uniformly customised by Ye Fei. They drew attention wherever they passed by precisely because Ye Yao’s beaten up face was multiplied by 300. It could be said that the effect was shocking.

Ye Yao attached great importance to this anniversary, because it was the first step to officially take over Dingyuan.

After repeatedly looking in the mirror and making sure that he was properly dressed, Ye Yao flung back his head and valiantly and vigorously strode towards the venue.

Along the way, he constantly felt many employees peek at him. Ye Yao unconsciously raised the corners of his lips and raised his chin higher. He was the future owner of Dingyuan, just wait and see, he’d manage the company better than Ye Fei ever did.

He cleared his throat and silently recalled the speech he’d give later. From the corner of his eye, he inadvertently glanced at a staff member next to him, and the expression on his face suddenly cracked.

What was going on?! Why was there a picture of his beaten up self on that T-shirt!

Ye Yao’s eyes were raging, he grabbed the employee and said, “What’s going on? What are these clothes?! Change your clothes for me!”

However, what he didn’t know was that because this matter was too bizarre, some employees had already taken a video and submitted it to Big V Sand Sculpture Award’s Weibo, where it was being enthusiastically forwarded by the melon eaters.

Although Dingyuan wasn’t well-known in the industry, it had a few starlets signed to them. Once Ye Yao’s identity was popularised, it aroused the enthusiasm of melon eaters 3.

Soon, this incident became a hot search on Weibo, with a very eye-catching title: A young man actually used his own photo…

【Hahahaha, I’ve never seen such a stupid-ass thing before! I’m beat】

【Kangkang’s emoji package was made by me! Was beaten up by society.jpg, Beaten up on the street.jpg, hahahaha】

【Asking upstairs for the original image without the watermarks please!】

【Same request here!】

…

Ye Yao scrolled through the snowballing comments, so angry he almost fainted. He roared at the assistant with a black face, “Go contact the owner of this post and have them withdraw it from the hot search!”

The assistant ran out obligingly. Twenty minutes later, he came back with his shoulders drooping. “Mr. Ye, I’m sorry, the hot search can’t be withdrawn…”

Ye Yao slammed his phone against the wall. “Money is not a problem! No matter how much they ask, you agree.”

“No, no,” the assistant grimaced miserably and trembled with fear, “Weibo invited various departments to chat today, and the hot search will be frozen for 15 days…”

In other words, Ye Yao’s beaten up images had to stay on the hot search for fifteen days.

This was tantamount to a public execution. Ye Yao flipped the table and furiously gritted his teeth: “Get lost!”

“Hahahaha, you’re too mean,” Gu Ruijia put down the phone, and laughed so hard he almost cried, “What kind of luck do you think Ye Yao has? He actually chanced upon such a timing.”

Ye Fei also smiled. “I didn’t expect it either.”

It was probably because he did too many misdeeds in their past life, so the Heavens couldn’t put up with it any longer.

The two chatted together for a long time, saving a lot of Ye Yao’s expression packs before they started talking about business.

“Yang Wenxin came just in time, our company is very short of people right now.” Gu Ruijia patted his chest and promised, “Don’t worry, I will definitely not treat the people you brought here badly.”

Ye Fei nodded. “I will come to the company now and then to see if there are any projects worth investing in.”

“Oh my,” Gu Ruijia looked at Ye Fei teasingly, “It must not be easy, I even thought you wanted to be a salted fish in the end.”

“There’s nothing to be done,” Ye Fei took a sip of tea, “I want to get a divorce, but I first have to make money.”

“So you haven’t given up on this idea yet.” Gu Ruijia didn’t know what to say, so he thought it over once more. “No, are the divorce and money making related?”

“Yes,” Ye Fei shrugged, “I owe Yan Xiao a huge debt, so I have to pay it back.”

Gu Ruijia frowned and pondered for a while, then suddenly told him, “Then don’t divorce. You owe a buttload of debt, why can’t you pay it back with your butt!”

Ye Fei: “???”

The author has something to say:

The image of Mr. Yan you all thought of— just a short while ago he actually pressed Ye Fei on the bed to do this and that!
In fact, Mr. Yan— put Ye Fei’s hands behind his back precisely to show him his medical report!