Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman

Once in the car, Jean lowered her head. Not only was she cold and shivering, she was embarrassed at being discovered by Ethan. "Are you cold?" Ethan asked softly before turning up the heater. Then he scooted closer to Jean. It felt so natural to sit beside her.

Jean's body trembled some more. This time it wasn't because of the cold, but because of the proximity between her and Ethan. He made her nervous.

"Jean, actually..." Ethan began speaking.

"Well, Ethan, I have to ask for your help, " Jean rushed in. Ethan studied Jean. She had been awkward around him since the moment they had met. He wondered why she couldn't look into his eyes. "Okay. Sure, anything for you," said Ethan. He looked at her with tenderness.

Still uncomfortable, Jean moved closer to the door. When the armrest dug painfully into her back, she accepted that there was no way for her to create more distance between her and Ethan. She sighed and lowered her head. She opened and closed her mouth as though wanting to speak but being unsure of what to say. She fidgeted with her fingers and tightly closed her mouth.

"Could you lend me some money? I want to rent a house, and buy a new phone... After I get a job, I will gradually return the money," said Jean.

Her voice grew softer and softer with each word. Ethan watched as Jean's face turned red. It seemed as though she had almost stopped breathing.

It never occurred to her that one day she would need to borrow money from her ex-boyfriend. How did she end up like this?

After the break-up, Jean had been terribly upset. She had imagined that the next time they met, she would have more confidence and higher self-esteem. However, the situation was such that she had to swallow her pride and ask him for help. She didn't want to do it...

Upon hearing her request, Ethan's face reflected the anger he felt. He clenched his fists and said, "That bastard Zed, he dares to leave you with nothing after the divorce!" Then he grabbed Jean's hand and said, "But, it doesn't matter. I'll support you from now on." She hurriedly withdrew her cold hands, and said, "It's not what you think, I..."

"You don't have to explain. I know you are having a rough time. I will help you however I can," said Ethan.

Jean studied Ethan and found that he was being completely sincere.

"Ethan, you must have misunderstood me. Zed and I ..." said Jean. She wanted to explain, but it was a long story, and so she stopped. "If you could lend me the money, I would appreciate it very much. If you don't want to, I will not force you. Please let me out of the car." "Jean, what's the matter?" asked Ethan.

He was at a complete loss. He reckoned that perhaps talking about Zed had upset her, which was why she was behaving like this. Maybe he shouldn't have rushed in and behaved in such a forward manner.

"Stop the car!" Jean raised her voice.

The driver looked at Ethan for his approval before slowing down and pulling up on the side of the road.

Jean opened the door and got out. Ethan immediately followed. He rushed to the passenger side of the car and grabbed Jean's hands. In them, he placed his spare phone and a bank card.

"Take these. And if it doesn't upset you too much, you can come and work at my company," said Ethan.

Tears of gratitude and relief filled Jean's eyes. She lowered her head, closed her fingers around the card and the phone, and whispered, "Thank you. I'll return these to you soon."

Then, she turned and walked away.

Ethan's heart sank as he watched Jean walk away. He had this overwhelming protective feeling toward her. But he knew he couldn't force her to accept more help than she had asked for. He whispered, "You are still so stubborn. What should I do with you?"

...

Jean walked till she found a hotel. After completing all the formalities, the attendant showed her to her room. Once inside, she curled up on the bed, feeling depressed.

She was bored and decided to open Weibo to see some news. The moment she logged into her account, thousands of messages and comments flashed on screen. She was stunned for a second and then began clicking on them. "Bitch, why don't you die? Zed is such a great man. How dare you cheat on him?"

"Women who behave in such a callous manner should be dipped in pig's cages like in ancient times."

"Jean, go die!"

All these strangers were cursing Jean and she had no idea why. Furious, she opened the Weibo that these people had commented on. When she saw the photograph and comment, she burst out in anger.

"What is this? Who logged into my Weibo and posted this?" said Jean.

She sat up and carefully looked at the time when the Weibo had been posted. It was last noon, when her phone was being fixed.

The photo...

The photo had been taken when she was dating Ethan. She had put the photo in a book and forgot about it. She had never thought that it would be used in such a way. "Shirley Wen. Winner Wen."

She gnashed her teeth in hatred and said the two names. The photo was in her room, so it must be them.

"Damn it!"

Jean was so angry that tears welled in her eyes. She had been bullied by the Wen family since her childhood. Now even after she had cut off her relationship with them, they still didn't let her go. Why were they so evil? Jean was so angry that her head throbbed and her body shook.

Now, she finally understood why Zed was so angry and why he had driven her away. He had handed her the computer because he wanted her to give an explanation.

She hurriedly opened the contact list on the phone, and furrowed her brows when she realized that they were all strange names. It dawned on Jean that she was using Ethan's phone. She didn't have Zed's number! "Forget it. What's the point? It's all over..." Jean said to herself. She sighed and leaned on the pillow as tears rolled down her face.

Before, she had tried every possible means to divorce Zed. Now their relationship had ended. Her wish had come true. And yet, Jean felt terrible.

She cried till her face felt hot and her eyes were swollen. Finally, she fell asleep.

The next morning, when Jean woke, she turned to reach for the person beside, but there was no one. She sat up suddenly. Looking around, Jean realized that she was no longer in the villa with Zed.

Zed couldn't sleep at all. He had rushed into the store after Jean had left with Ethan. After bargaining with the store owner, he had managed to buy back Jean's phone. Then, he spent the evening looking at every photo in her album. He frowned as he saw her big, cute eyes and dainty smiles in the photos. By the end of the evening, Zed was extremely upset.

"Maybe, I should fulfill her wish," said Zed.

He sighed and put the phone down. Then, he walked over to the safe, entered the password, opened the door and took out Jean's Residence Booklet and the two marriage certificates.

His hands felt like lead as he picked up his phone and sent a message to his secretary.

"Print a copy of the divorce agreement and send it to my house."

Just as Zed put down the phone, Zack called.

"The woman you said you had fallen in love with last time we met, is she the heroine in the news?" asked Zack.

"What do you want to say?" asked Zed. Zed's tone conveyed the frustration he felt. He did not want to talk about Jean and Ethan.

"I just want to share with you some news. A rich tycoon has rented my whole club for a party tonight," said Zack.

"Okay. If there is nothing else of importance, I..." said Zed.

"Wait. I haven't finished. Do you want to know who the tycoon is? He is the hero from the Weibo post. Ethan Lei," said Zack.

Ethan Lei? Ethan Lei again!

Hearing the name, Zed felt suffocated.

"You know I am a businessman. I can't refuse the booking especially since it is a lot of money. But, if you say the word, I will cancel. What do you say? I am a loyal friend, no?" said Zack. "When will the party start?" asked Zed. His expression darkened as he spoke.

"Eight o'clock in the evening. What are you planning? Are you thinking of causing a scene? It is just a small business. This will not hurt me. Shall I just refuse the booking?" asked Zack. Beep beep beep. Zed had ended the call already.

Having a party. In such a rush to celebrate?