Chapter 9: Will meet again indefinitely

After regaining his senses, the fashionably dressed young man stared at Wesley Lu with an unfriendly gaze, "You must divorce her today."
Wesley Lu looked at him with a smirk, "Why should I?"
"Because Bertha Luo has long stopped loving you. She loves me. If you are a man, stop pestering her."
Love?
Hah... There's a saying that real affection is less valuable than red bills, and love is just a sexual need. Bertha Luo has only ever loved money and herself... Wesley Lu thought to himself.
But he wouldn't tell this to the young man. If the guy were more polite, he might have warned him, but now, it's better to have fun together than alone; he can't let him be the only fool.
"You really want me to divorce her?"
The young man nodded.
Wesley Lu rubbed two fingers together, "This woman freeloaded off me for months, often leaving me drained... She should compensate, right?"
The young man waited angrily for Wesley Lu, never having seen such a shameless person.
He sneered, "So, you want money? Easy, name your price."
"Five million."
The young man's expression stiffened.
Watching his reaction, Wesley Lu chuckled internally, thinking to trap him completely for calling him a scoundrel. He exaggeratedly exclaimed, "No way... You can't even afford five million? Is your sports car rented?"
With a pale face, the young man retorted, "Stop talking nonsense. I, a young master, lack money? I just think you're not worth it... I'll give you at most half a million."
Wesley Lu could tell that the young man might be a rich second generation with some money, but not much... The car was either on loan or bought by his family, and half a million was his limit.
When Bertha Luo heard about giving Wesley Lu half a million, she was unwilling.
She hadn't benefited from Wesley Lu, even ended up as a divorcee. Although divorce is common these days, she was unwilling to lose both money and dignity.
That's half a million. If she divorces Wesley Lu and follows Chase Fang, all that money would be hers.
But as she was about to speak up, she noticed Wesley Lu's cold gaze and shivered, unable to utter a word.
Wesley Lu grinned and took out his phone, entered the account number, and passed it over, "Fine, half a million it is. See the money, sign the divorce."
Chase Fang took the phone, gritted his teeth, and transferred half a million to Wesley Lu, his heart bleeding... Although he had some money, half a million was still significant.
"Alright, let's go for the divorce."
After confirming the transfer on his phone, Wesley Lu glanced at the young man, sarcastically saying, "Let's go. I wish you a couple of fools... uh, no, a long and happy life together."
Chase Fang's face darkened, thinking of getting back at Wesley Lu after he and Bertha Luo were completely over.
Wesley Lu took a few steps, looked back, and saw Chase Fang still standing there.
Bertha Luo tugged at Chase Fang's sleeve, urging him to hurry inside.
Chase Fang snapped back to reality, glaring at Wesley Lu, "What are you looking at?"
Angered and having lost half a million, he wished he could beat up Wesley Lu, but lacking the ability, he could only fume silently.
Wesley Lu smiled slyly, "Don't mind me. It's a habit to look back after taking a dump."
"You..." Chase Fang was speechless with anger.
Bertha Luo knew Wesley Lu was insulting her, but she didn't care. As long as she could leave this devil, Wesley Lu, what did a couple of insults matter?
"Chase Fang, I'm sorry, it's all my fault you wasted half a million... Don't worry, even if I have to wash dishes for others, I'll pay you back."
Bertha Luo looked remorseful and teary.
Chase Fang's protective instincts were triggered, and he gently said, "Bertha Luo, don't blame yourself. I'd do anything for you... Half a million isn't much, besides, when we're together, what's mine is yours, right?"
Wesley Lu almost laughed aloud. What a fool, spending half a million just like that. Even if he spent it on indulgences, it would last quite a while without repeats.
A fool and his money are soon parted.
But Bertha Luo, a natural actress, was excellent at deceiving men, as deceitful as a pig wearing a bra.
He had been deceived too, but fortunately, he only lost his dignity, not his wealth.
The trio entered the civil affairs office, only to be shocked by a new rule requiring a one-month cooling-off period, counting only working days.
Meaning, the divorce would take almost thirty-eight days.
Wesley Lu didn't want to wait, neither did Bertha Luo, and Chase Fang was most anxious, having spent half a million... What if Wesley Lu and Bertha Luo reconciled during the cooling-off period?
So, Chase Fang stepped aside and made a phone call. He must have some influence, as he managed to bypass the cooling-off period and got the divorce processed immediately.
When receiving the divorce certificate, the happiest was Chase Fang, smiling ear to ear. Wesley Lu sighed, knowing there would be tears later.
"Bertha Luo, congratulations, you're free!"
Now no longer married, Bertha Luo was no longer afraid of Wesley Lu, and said indifferently, "Thanks for letting me go."
"Don't thank me, thank the fool next to you... He gave too much."
Chase Fang's smile froze, glaring at Wesley Lu.
Ignoring him, Wesley Lu turned to Bertha Luo, "Can we talk?"
Chase Fang blocked her, "You two are unrelated now, what's there to talk about?"
Wesley Lu looked at Bertha Luo, "You'll regret not listening."
Regret for a lifetime, turning your intestines green... Wesley Lu added in his mind.
Bertha Luo softly said, "Chase Fang, it's okay. We're no longer related. Can he still hit me?"
The two stepped aside.
Bertha Luo dropped her pretense, coldly asking, "What?"
Wesley Lu took out his phone, tapped a few times, and showed it to her, "Look, what's this?"
Bertha Luo's eyes widened in shock. It was a bank login page, showing a series of zeros. Counting them, she realized it was over a hundred million, making her head spin and vision darken.
"Actually, I'm very wealthy. This is just pocket change. I won't show you the rest. Originally, this money was for you, but you said you didn't like wealthy people, that feelings were more important than money. I believed you... You're smart, but outsmarted yourself."
"Bertha Luo, farewell forever."
Wesley Lu pocketed his phone, turned around gracefully, leaving her with a dashing figure.
Bertha Luo's head buzzed with his words, feeling like she lost a billion... No, she did lose a billion. She suddenly realized, chasing after him frantically.
But by the time she reached the door, Wesley Lu's car had already sped away.
Ignoring the surprised onlookers, she cried crocodile tears, squatting down, covering her face in agony.