Ming Mei looked forward to the day she would see the ‘divorce settlement’, a number that would be enough to blind her.
Ming Mei really wanted to tell Kang Chen, please, noble lord, don’t hold back.
Crush me ruthlessly with your money.
The Kang family, known to come from a long line of wealthy fighters, would surely give her enough to squander for a lifetime.
Ming Mei’s neck hurt, but she felt triumphant inside.
Damn, she had worked herself to death in her previous life and still hadn’t saved enough to buy a house.
This sudden rebirth was truly a windfall.
Kang Chen looked at Ming Mei with greater disdain.
He had thought she was just shameless, but didn’t expect her to be a vulgar, gold-digging woman.
Kang Chen’s tempting lips curled up into a smirk.
“Very well, I’ll grant your wish,” he said.
“Thank you,” Ming Mei said politely.
Kang Chen’s gaze remained fixed on Ming Mei, trying to detect any peculiarities in her expression.
But his eyes inadvertently fell upon the scene beneath her oversized nightgown: half-hidden, half-revealed, the skin fair as snow, the fullness prominent, everything bathed in an ethereal glow in the lamplight.
Kang Chen jerked back in surprise, his hand trembling slightly.
His desire to keep observing vanished instantly.
Without another word to Ming Mei, he turned and left, his face a mask of disinterest.
As he stepped out, Kang Chen threw over his shoulder, “Stephen, come out.”
Dr.
Stephen shivered.
Was Kang Chen going to deal with him now?
He had seen everything; would Kang Chen silence him?
Dr.
Stephen followed Kang Chen out, his heart pounding with terror.
The door closed, leaving Ming Mei alone in the room.
Sitting up in bed, she held her chest, breathing heavily.
The pressure Kang Chen had exerted was simply overwhelming, nearly too much for her to bear.
Their conversation, though not particularly long, felt like the longest time they had directly interacted.
Neither of them said much, as if each extra word was a burden.
To outsiders, their dialogue might have seemed dull and tedious, yet each word and phrase carried a sharp edge, as if both were highly skilled combatants engaged in a duel of strategy.
Kang Chen always tended to be curt.
Ming Mei, on the other hand, was conscious of her own weight in this situation.
More words meant more chances to slip up.
In moments of uncertainty, it was best to keep quiet and observe.
Right now, both of them were in a mutually critical observational period.
Neither would take the initiative to attack, both were testing the waters.
This conversation had been their second bout.
Kang Chen VS Ming Mei!
The result was the same as the first time.
Neither gained an advantage.
A draw!
…
Outside the door, Dr.
Stephen trembled as he approached Kang Chen.
Kang Chen’s handsome face was filled with impatience.
“What’s going on with that woman?”
Ming Mei had changed, her aura completely different.
Kang Chen was utterly baffled.
Dr.
Stephen swallowed.
“Sir, I mentioned prior to administering the drug that there might be side effects…
This drug hasn’t been tested clinically, so anything could happen.
The young madam’s condition could be…
a possible outcome.”
Kang Chen brushed off Dr.
Stephen’s comments and stormed downstairs, consumed by unvented anger.
He only believed half of what Stephen said.
As for the other half…
he didn’t know!
Kang Chen was a man born for the army and for warfare.
From birth, he viewed every person and every situation as a battleground – conquer or be conquered.