166: Chapter 167 A Person as Outstanding as Me
The air in the Fumanlou banquet hall was still thick with the aftershocks of the recent "Greetings, Dragon King."
Qin Yan's eyelashes suddenly fluttered; she slowly regained consciousness amidst a chaotic headache.
At first, the halo of the crystal chandelier was blurry, but after a few seconds, her vision focused.
The first thing she saw was Xiao Chen standing right in front of her.
He did not crouch down to help her up, just stood there looking down at her, his hands tucked into the pockets of his trench coat (he had changed into a long black trench coat at some point, similar in style to the Four Great Generals).
There was not a trace of his usual indifference in his eyes; instead, it was replaced by undisguised disgust and contempt, as if he were looking at a dusty, discarded object.
"Awake?" Xiao Chen's voice was cold as ice, devoid of any warmth.
"Good. There are some things that need to be made clear in front of everyone."
Qin Yan braced herself against the floor, trying to sit up, her head throbbing painfully.
Just as she raised her hand, Xiao Chen stepped aside to avoid her—as if he feared her touch would soil his clothes.
The disdain in his movement stung her heart.
The surrounding guests were all watching them, their eyes filled with sympathy, curiosity, and some thinly veiled fear.
These gazes pricked at Qin Yan like needles, making her feel completely uncomfortable.
Xiao Chen spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet it carried a penetrating quality, clearly reaching every corner of the banquet hall: "Qin Yan, three years ago, when my grandfather was hospitalized with an acute heart attack, it was you who took care of him day and night, feeding him, sponging him down, and keeping him company."
"It was only because my grandfather threatened to disown me that I agreed to marry into the Qin Family and be your 'useless husband'."
He deliberately emphasized the four words "useless husband," his gaze sweeping over Mother Qin and the surrounding relatives with obvious mockery: "For these three years, I have lived in your Qin Family's house, eaten your food, and listened to your cold sarcasm—your mother called me 'incompetent,' your sister cursed me for 'living off a woman,' and even the relatives gossiped behind my back that I 'didn't deserve you.' I endured it all for the sake of my grandfather."
"Now," Xiao Chen paused and raised his hand to glance at his limited-edition Patek Philippe watch, his tone suddenly becoming arrogant, "the three-year term has expired! I, Xiao Chen, no longer need to keep up this act!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he pulled a black metal card from the inner pocket of his trench coat—the edges of the card were embedded with tiny diamonds, and a coiling silver dragon was engraved on the front, the very symbol of the Dragon King Hall, clearly worth a fortune.
He held the corner of the card and flicked it, and the card landed with a crisp "clack" on the floor in front of Qin Yan.
"There is ten million inside," Xiao Chen's tone was like he was dismissing a beggar, "consider it my 'meal money' for the three years I spent in the Qin Family. From today on, we are even. I won't take a single thing that belongs to the Qin Family."
Qin Yan stared at the black gold card on the floor, her fingertips trembling slightly.
She thought back to the past three years—when Xiao Chen first married into the family, he stayed in his room every day.
She thought he wasn't adjusting, so she made him his favorite dishes in various ways.
When he said he wanted to play games, she scrimped and saved to buy him a top-tier computer.
When his grandfather passed away, he hid in his room and wouldn't come out, and it was she who helped handle the funeral arrangements and comforted a grieving Xiao Chen...
It turned out that all of this, in his eyes, was only worth ten million, only deserving to be summarized as "meal money."
Before Qin Yan could recover, Xiao Chen pulled a neatly folded document from another pocket and threw it in front of her with a "whoosh."
The paper spread out, and the five large characters "Divorce Agreement" were exceptionally glaring.
"Sign it." Xiao Chen's voice carried an unquestionable command.
"I have already signed it; you only need to sign your name and press your thumbprint on the party B section. From now on, you and I have nothing to do with each other—I, Xiao Chen, am the Master of the Dragon King Hall, managing thousands of people and controlling billions in assets. I am not someone an ordinary woman like you, a doctor at a small hospital, can climb up to!"
"You..." Qin Yan's voice trembled, and tears finally couldn't be held back, falling onto the divorce agreement and blurring into a small water stain.
"For three years, don't you know how I've treated you? When have I ever despised you? When have I ever tried to climb up to you?"
"How?" Xiao Chen sneered.
"You were good to me because you thought I could bring you a stable life, right? Now let me tell you, I disdain to give you your stable life! What you want, I can give to someone else with a flick of my hand. In my eyes, you are not even worth as much as one of my soldiers!"
"Xiao Chen! You've gone too far!" Mother Qin finally couldn't hold back, hugging Qin Yan and trying to stand up to argue.
"Yan Yan was so good to you, how can you treat her like this? You ungrateful wretch!"
But as soon as she took a step, she was blocked by a General wearing a black trench coat.
The General was tall and sturdy, blocking Mother Qin like a wall.
He didn't speak, just glanced at her coldly—the ruthlessness in his eyes was like he was looking at an ant he could crush at any moment.
Mother Qin's words instantly caught in her throat, her legs went weak, and she almost sat back down on the floor.
Beside them, Qin Fei watched this scene, too terrified to even breathe.
She hugged Zhao Lei tightly, not daring to even cry out loud.
The Four Great Generals stood scattered around Xiao Chen, forming a protective circle.
Their hands were all placed inside their trench coats, subtly exuding a threat, and no one dared to step forward again.
The banquet hall went completely silent, with only the sound of Qin Yan's suppressed sobbing and Xiao Chen's cold breathing.
All the guests kept their heads down; no one dared to meet Xiao Chen's gaze, and even less did anyone dare to stand up and speak for the Qin Family.
This man, who had just been regarded by them as a "useless live-in son-in-law," now stood like an emperor in control of life and death.
The entire birthday banquet had completely turned into his own stage, a performance tailor-made for the "Return of the Dragon King."
Xiao Chen looked down at Qin Yan, who was crying like a tear-stained mess.
There was not a shred of pity in his eyes; instead, there was a hint of impatience: "Don't waste time, sign it quickly. My time is very precious, and I have a pile of things to deal with later. I don't have time to waste here with you."
Xiao Chen carelessly raised his wrist to glance at his watch, his tone full of condescending contempt: "Dragging it out is useless. Qin Yan, I know you love me, but there's nothing that can be done—a man like me was never someone an ordinary woman like you could climb up to."
He paused, deliberately lowering his voice, with a cruel, boastful tone: "I won't hide it from you. In the Dragon King Hall, I've played with dozens, if not a hundred, women of all kinds. Spending these three years with you was already my biggest concession. If it weren't for my grandfather's nod, you wouldn't even have the qualifications to sleep in the same bed as me."
The last sentence was spoken with absolute finality, leaving no room for negotiation: "Let me tell you clearly, you will sign these divorce papers today, whether you want to or not—you must sign!"
Qin Yan stared blankly at this man in front of her, who had become terrifyingly like a stranger.
The last remaining thought she had about "love" in her heart also completely shattered.
Her fingertips trembling, she picked up the pen that had fallen on the floor.
The tip of the pen hovered over the "Party B Signature" section of the divorce agreement, unable to fall.
Her tears had long since blurred her vision, and the words on the paper had turned into a fuzzy black shadow.
Three years of pouring out her heart and soul, three years of unreserved sincerity, in the end, only exchanged for a divorce agreement that felt coldly jarring to the touch, and a heart-stabbing, "You don't deserve to climb up to me."