He was alive and disgusted by Wang Qiulan for the rest of his life.

After he died, he would never tolerate being buried in a cemetery with Wang Qiulan, which would make Wang Qiulan not only disgusted him, but also disgusted his first wife.

Once this thought takes root in his heart, it will soon grow into a towering tree and no one can shake it anymore.

When he dies, he will be buried with his first wife quietly.

Only he and his first wife can never add another Wang Qiulan!

Everything today was designed by him.

He knew that he had submitted a family tree to Ling Yue, and Wang Qiulan would definitely come out to stop him.

Just so happened that with the full range of guests today, he divorced Wang Qiulan and cut off relations with Wang Qiulan's two daughters, and asked all the guests to help him testify.

From now on, the Xiang family belongs to him and Ling Yue.

After a hundred years, he will hand over the Xiang family, which belongs only to Ling Yue, to Ling Yue.

Looking at Mr. Xiang's cold and resolute look, Ye Xingbei leaned into Gu Junzhu's ear and said, "You said... this should be called Aiwu Jiwu?"

Because I love my wife again, I love you like a treasure to my grandson whom I have recognized back halfway.

Because I hate Wang Qiulan, I hate Wang Qiulan together with the two daughters born to him.

This should be a typical love house.

"It's not exactly the case," Gu Junzhu held her hand, lowered his head slightly, and said softly: "I should be completely disappointed with Xiao Yue's love for the house and the two daughters. If his two daughters had better character and were content and happy, maybe the old man wouldn't be so heartless."

"It's very difficult to do it," Ye Xingbei shook his head and sighed: "It's not about being weak but not about being uneven. They are all descendants of the Xiang family. Xiao Yue can have everything, and they can't get anything. It's too difficult for them to accept it calmly. After all, people die for money and birds die for food. There are too few people in this world who don't live for money."

"I think you treat money quite like dirt!" Gu Junzhu smiled and rubbed the back of her head, "Look, I am so rich, I don't even see you please me. I still spent a lot of effort to keep you. If you were greedy for money, how good would you save me? I'll just post it yourself."

"I think beautifully!" Ye Xingbei spat at him: "A gentleman loves money and takes it well. Moreover, ambitions will not eat food given by pity. People like me who are out of the world and noble and noble will not understand it!"

Gu Junzhu couldn't help laughing and said, "Ye Xiaobei, what the ancients said is right. He is close to Zhuzhe Chi. Look at the tone of your speaking now, it is becoming more and more like me!"

Ye Xingbei: “…”

It's true!

Isn’t her shameless spirit just now the same as Mr. Gu Wu?

Ye Xingbei stretched out a finger and poked him secretly: "I am a typical black person who is close to the ink, so annoying!"

Gu Junzhu smiled softly, grabbed her fingers and held them in his palm.

They are the youngest among this group of people, standing at the end of the crowd, making small moves occasionally, and no one can see them.

At the front of the crowd, Mrs. Xiang was playing tricks, crying and making a fuss.

Mr. Xiang's two daughters were crying so hard that they even knelt in front of Mr. Xiang and kowtowed repeatedly, but Mr. Xiang was still unmoved.
Chapter completed!