An hour later, the couple returned to their luxurious penthouse in the skyscraper, right in the center of Taipei.
In the spacious, modern living room, decorated with simple and comfortable furniture, Chen Mi in Li Kexin's body was gently placed onto the sofa. Wang Zehao walked over with a glass of warm water. "Drink this and relax, honey." He used a gentle tone, but the glint in his eyes, as he stared at his wife's back, was full of urgency. He knew that Li Kexin was emotionally weak right now and would soon be busy with funeral arrangements, leaving her no time to think. He hoped to seize this opportunity to persuade Li Kexin to give him all her shares, including the inheritance from her parents.
Chen Mi pretended to raise the glass and took a sip. Her heart despised Wang Zehao for his dirty thoughts. She finished the water and set the glass down, carefully avoiding eye contact with Wang Zehao, who had dropped himself onto the sofa next to her. She feared he might notice the difference between his real wife and an impostor like herself.
Wang Zehao took his wife's soft hand and held it to his chest, whispering sweet words: "It's my duty to take care of you."
Chen Mi got goosebumps, almost wanting to shake off the evil man's hand, jump up, and curse him, but she had to restrain herself.
She forced a small smile, met his eyes, and gave her wicked husband a look of feigned gentleness.
Seeing that she was in a better mood, Wang Zehao began to execute his sinister plan. "Honey, what should we do about the company?"
"I know you love your father and mother's underwear company very much, but now that they're gone and you'll be busy with funeral arrangements, you won't have time to take care of anything..." After speaking, he waited patiently, maintaining a calm gaze to avoid raising his wife's suspicion.
Chen Mi understood Wang Zehao's motive. She already had a plan, so she pretended to trust him. "Okay, I can let you take care of the company, but on one condition: you have to divorce me first."
Wang Zehao's eyes widened in shock. "Ke Xin! What are you talking about?" His panic wasn't about the divorce itself, but about the wealth he had secretly embezzled and diverted. If he had to suddenly divorce without advance planning, all his schemes would be ruined.
"No, my dear, don't joke like this."
"I'm not kidding. I can give up the company to you, but you must divorce me first, because I don't want to take the risk. You're a businessman; you know the risks better than anyone else. If something happens, you wouldn't want it to hurt both of us." She offered her rationale, using the excuse of business risk, like many couples who divorce for the sake of financial stability in their positions, ensuring one partner doesn't drag the other down if they fail. She was so disgusted with the man that she couldn't stand breathing the same air, let alone sleeping in the same bed.
"hum…but..."
"No!" he spoke in a deep voice, but realizing his mistake, he quickly changed his tone to a more tender one.
"Uh, I mean, I won't divorce you... We have to live together until our hair turns gray," Wang Zehao lied, not because he was sincerely in love with his wife, but because the request was too sudden.
He then quickly pondered a plan to trick Li Kexin into transferring the shares to him, thinking he might have to invest in creating a set of fake documents just in case of an emergency. But not now.
…
Several days later, Chen Mi picked up her trusty Nokia and dialed a number she had memorized. She was calling her best friend, who owned a financial advisory firm.
"Tut, tut..." The other party answered the phone.
"Hello, CBM Wells Advisors Co., Ltd. Director and Manager of the Financial Planning and Investment Department speaking."
"Xinqiang, it's me, Li Kexin. I have something important to discuss with you. Can you spare some time?"
Upon hearing the voice, the person on the other end quickly changed their tone and immediately relaxed. "Oh, Ke Xin, is that really you?"
"Are you free at two o'clock this afternoon? I'll come to the company."
"Okay, I'll clear my schedule for you."
After a few more sentences, the appointment was set. When the time arrived, Chen Mi took Li Kexin's well-proportioned body, dressed in a striking outfit, and arrived at a high-rise building in the center of Taipei.
"Oh wow, did my friend eat something wrong? Why are you wearing such a bright red dress? I really don't like red," was the greeting that came out of her friend's mouth.
Chen Mi smiled as she took off her large sunglasses and placed them on the table next to her black Chanel bowling bag. "I just went to see a fortune teller, and the Sinsae (master) said I was in need of a strong color, so I chose this one."
The confident lie prevented the friend from continuing to ask about the small changes in appearance, which were different from the conservative style of the real Li Kexin, who only wore light-colored clothes.
"Well, then, what can I do for you, Mrs. Li?"
Chen Mi adopted a serious expression. "It's like this..."