Yang Yi probably anticipated the consequences, not making a fuss or clinging on, but calmly extricating himself from the situation, leaving or getting a divorce.
Seeing that Yang Yi remained silent, Zhou Yao felt uneasy. She settled the bowl of soup she held onto the desk, saying, "Please drink it before it gets cold."
The soup she brewed was tasty. She was willing to cook for him every day. She could passionately cater to all of Yang Yi's tastes, without being clueless like Meng Xiao. If he could appreciate her goodwill, he would surely treat her well.
"I don't want it. You can leave now," retorted Yang Yi, without glancing at her.
Zhou Yao's greed was clear in her eyes. Yang Yi neatly collected the documents on the table and passed them into the conspicuously placed safe in his study. When he opened it, he deliberately let Zhou Yao see the stacks of cash piled up like a small hill.
Of course, there were also gold bars that the cash couldn't conceal.