"Don't be like this! We've been divorced for so many years! He's just a petty, calculating, ungentlemanly piece of trash ex, just a good-for-nothing shell, what's there to miss!"
"She decisively reached out and pushed him: 'Get lost! You've had too much to drink, stop looking at me like that!'"
Zhan Bei Jue took in the shift in her emotions at a glance, pleased that his masculine charm had flustered her.
He took a step back and sneered at her, "Jiang Nan Fang, you're not skilled enough yet you like to say one thing and mean another. Do you think I can't see through you?"
"See through what? How am I saying one thing and meaning another?"
"You say you want the child, but in reality, you just want to get close to me and gain my attention. You weren't satisfied being Mrs. Zhan, and now you regret it, wanting me to marry you again."
"???" Jiang Nan Fang instantly snapped out of her fluttery feelings from the previous second.
"I want to get close to you and have you marry me again? Zhan Bei Jue, while you're good-looking and have some money, which gives you capital to be smug, you don't need to be narcissistic to this extent, do you?"
"Toads with three legs are rare in the world, but men with two legs are everywhere. Which eye of yours saw that I can't do without you?"
"..."
This woman! Did she know what she was saying?!
"I knew you couldn't stand being alone, your mind is filled with nothing but men. What right does someone like you have to talk to me about children?"
"..." She had been led astray by him. She hadn't done anything, so how did it turn into her mind being filled with men?
He was malicious and his mouth was vicious. Arguing with him was pointless even if she won. Defeated in this round, Jiang Nan Fang decided not to argue with him anymore.
"You have no right to interfere with my private life. Now I'm speaking to you as the child's mother, Zhan Bei Jue, when will you return my child? I've been patient for over a month, don't think I'm easy to bully!"
Mm. He could tell she wasn't easy to bully. With a bunch of single men surrounding her daily, she had gained confidence and was inflated beyond her own understanding.
He really wanted to see how difficult she was to bully when angered.
Zhan Bei Jue: "I will not give you the child, Jiang Nan Fang, don't dream. Bring out whatever tricks you have. If you're out of ideas, hurry up and scram. I never want to see you again."
"..."
Never give it? But he had said before that the new product was a waste of her time?
This inhuman, reneging, unprincipled scumbag!
"Clang!"
Enraged, Jiang Nan Fang angrily lifted her leg and kicked the elevator wall.
"Don't force me to get rough. It's just the two of us now, Zhan. If you don't want to live, I can leave you a complete corpse."
With just you? A weak woman weighing less than ninety pounds and twenty centimeters shorter than me, threatening me with force?
Zhan Bei Jue almost laughed himself to death.
However, he laughed too soon, because he was completely unaware of Jiang Nan Fang's capabilities.
With one kick, in less than three seconds, the running elevator suddenly shook violently, rattling with a clatter. The lights overhead flickered a few times, and then it got stuck in the middle, plunged into darkness.
The elevator was broken.
An elevator in a high-quality apartment building like Tianfu International, a Zhan Corporation development, broke down just because this woman stomped her foot!
Such shoddy quality, wasn't this equivalent to slapping Zhan Bei Jue in the face?
Zhan Bei Jue immediately lost the mood to banter with her. He took out his phone, turned on the screen, and prepared to scold the staff before trying to rescue himself.
What made him even more angry was that Ah Zhong had forgotten to charge his private phone today, and the phone only had five percent battery left.
Moreover, there wasn't a single bar of signal. He couldn't even vent his anger on the spot.
There was originally an emergency call button on the elevator wall, but whether it was due to the poor quality of the elevator or Jiang Nan Fang's excessive strength, it was now powered off, making even basic self-rescue impossible.
Seeing him fiddling with his phone with a grim expression and achieving nothing, Jiang Nan Fang couldn't help but let out a gloating scoff, "Tch."
Realizing his expression had been seen by her, Zhan Bei Jue locked his phone screen and leaned against the wall, "What are you laughing at? If I can't get out, neither can you."
"Indeed. However, I don't have claustrophobia."