After Divorce, I Inherited the Game's Fortune

Wang Xueru nodded in agreemt, as the seeds of divorce had long be planted in her heart—this incidt was merely a catalyst.

She sized up Yang Hao before suddly asking, "Do you have time later?"

"What's the matter?"

Yang Hao asked in response.

"Uh, the range hood at home is still not working well, I was hoping you could take a look," Wang Xueru said with a guilty conscice.

"I can do that, I have half an hour left in my personal training session."

"I'll be free after the session."

Yang Hao didn't notice Wang Xueru's expression and readily agreed.

At that momt, Sun Xinyi came over: "Yang, let's continue training."

"OK!"

Yang Hao stood up, greeted Wang Xueru, and th wt downstairs with Sun Xinyi.

"Yang, Yingying's family has be pressuring her to get married, so she wasn't in a good mood yesterday. She might have offded you, and I hope you're not upset," Sun Xinyi conveyed, a meal promised to her by Zhao Yingying for delivering this message.

She certainly didn't want to give up on this newly single, afflut man and quickly devised a "restore image plan."

First, she had her good frid Sun Xinyi put in a good word, and later she planned to come forward and apologize sincerely. Ev if she couldn't completely reverse her gold-digger image in Yang Hao's eyes, at least she wanted him to change his opinion of her.

"Your frid is overthinking it; I didn't take it to heart at all," Yang Hao said with a laugh, shaking his head. He truly didn't mind it, as the supposed matchmaking session the day before was more about giving face to the thusiastic Mrs. Zhang.

In the past, wh he was busier with deliveries, it was Mrs. Zhang who kept him informed about some kindergart matters.

"As you know, I've just divorced, and I don't plan to marry again anytime soon, or rather, I have absolutely no inttion of remarrying!" Yang Hao spoke from the heart. His unsatisfactory marriage with Li Manshu had left him with a fear of marriage, a bit like the saying, 'once bitt, twice shy.'

Especially now that he had his beloved daughter, his ges had be passed on.

As for the tradition of having a son to carry on the family line, he believed it was best to leave it to fate. In fact, three years ago wh his hotpot restaurant wasn't in trouble yet, he did consider having a second child, particularly with his parts pressuring him eagerly for a grandson.

The older geration's mindset is oft more traditional, with the belief that a family line without a male successor is brok.

However, as the mask incidt escalated and the business of the hotpot restaurant plummeted, Yang Hao shelved the idea of having another child.

Sun Xinyi could understand Yang Hao's feelings; coming out of a failed relationship surely needed time, and indeed, many people never recover in their lifetimes.

"Good morning, Yang."

"You're early as usual."

Wh they reached the second floor, Mg Yuyu, who was chatting with a male trainer, immediately came over with a big smile.

Yang Hao had a strong impression of this charming female trainer. Just the day before wh he was in the equipmt area for a class, she was lifting weights nearby, occasionally making movemts that provided him with quite a view.

But since he wasn't that familiar with her, he simply responded casually.

"Yang, let's go over there," suggested Sun Xinyi, pointing to a corner of the equipmt area, inttionally wanting to keep distance from Mg Yuyu, whose motives she instinctively mistrusted.

Sun Xinyi's instincts were accurate. Ev after they moved to the corner of the equipmt area, Mg Yuyu followed them and began strgth training, but her movemts were more exaggerated than usual. Now and th she would stick out her buttocks or bd over, providing a view that most male customers paid for many sessions to catch a glimpse of.

And she positioned herself so Yang Hao couldn't miss the view with just a glance, offering scery that other male clits would have to pay for dozs of classes to see just occasionally.

Yang Hao was the type with strong family values; he never strayed after marriage, but as the owner of five hotpot restaurants, he also had his share of success. He had se his fair share of wom throwing themselves at him, and he understood Mg Yuyu's little game well.

Indeed, a man with financial means was welcomed wherever he wt!

Yang Hao didn't delude himself that it was his looks that attracted her. If it were t years ago, he might have considered that possibility. But now, his appearance was just average, better than most m his age but nothing exceptional.

Therefore, her flirtation was undoubtedly influced by him purchasing a hundred personal training sessions for Sun Xinyi and giving her a Prada handbag.

However, he didn't mind the side befit of having something pleasant to look at during his workout. Yet after a while, it made him a bit restless. After all, he was a normal man, and he siltly recalled his last card-playing session, which had be three months ago.

At that time, his relationship with Li Manshu was already strained, but needs were needs, and things just happed.

"Yang, shall we stop here for today? I brought you a fat-loss meal. Come find me in the lounge on the first floor after you shower," Sun Xinyi said after completing the last set of exercises.

She had agreed to prepare Yang Hao's fat-loss meals for the next month, starting today.

But now Yang Hao felt a bit troubled, because he had promised to help Wang Xueru.

"Yang, do you have something on after this?" Sun Xinyi asked, noticing the hesitation on his face.

"I just ran into a frid, and I need to step out for a bit. How about this, I'll take the fat-loss meal with me to eat," he offered.

"Oh, that's fine too, th I'll wait for you on the first floor," Sun Xinyi replied, a little disappointed, because she knew that the frid Yang Hao mtioned was the woman he had spok with earlier on the fourth floor. She had some memory of Wang Xueru, recognizing her as a regular customer at the gym, but one who only attded public classes.

"Yang, are you done working out?"

As Yang Hao was about to head to the locker room to shower and change, Zhao Yingying suddly blocked his way.

"Yes."

Yang Hao nodded slightly.

"Yang, I'm really sorry about last night. I personally am quite averse to the marriage pressure from my family, so I just wanted to go through the motions!"

"Do you have time later? I'd like to treat you to a meal."

Zhao Yingying first offered a sincere apology and th took the initiative to make amds by offering to treat him.

"It's no problem. I accepted because Mrs. Zhang was too thusiastic to refuse."

"Let's find another time for lunch. I have plans with a frid in a bit."

Yang Hao tactfully declined. For one thing, he really didn't take last night's incidt to heart, and for another, he was guinely uninterested in Zhao Yingying.

From the contt of her conversation last night, it was highly possible she was another Li Manshu.

He definitely didn't want to jump out of the frying pan into the fire!

"That's fine, we can meet up some other time."

Zhao Yingying still wore a smiling face, but inside she felt extremely disappointed. In her view, he hadn't accepted the apology, and as for the prospect of meeting up some other time, that was just a formality.

Mg Yuyu, who was watching all this, slightly curled her lip. She knew Zhao Yingying, aware that the latter was Sun Xinyi's close frid. Being of similar ilk, she could clearly see Zhao Yingying's inttions.

However, it was quite obvious that Yang wasn't interested in her.

But Zhao Yingying's appearance was a wake-up call for Mg Yuyu. There were more monks than porridge - Yang Hao, the Tangsg, was now targeted by several demons. In this situation, she couldn't use the same techniques she used on other m; she had to take the initiative and pull out all the stops.

First floor.

Sun Xinyi handed Yang Hao the insulated lunch box she had brought from home: "Yang, just bring the lunch box with you wh you come tomorrow."

"Sure, thanks!"

Yang Hao said, taking the lunch box. At that momt, Wang Xueru, who had an appointmt with him, also came downstairs. Today she was dressed in a mature, yet chic style. She wore a wool plaid coat over tight jeans paired with knee-high leather boots, and her chestnut brown hair, cut at the neck, was tucked in slightly, giving her an air of gtle sophistication.

"Yang, shall we go?"

Wang Xueru said softly, her gaze inadverttly sweeping over Sun Xinyi, Zhao Yingying, and Yu Lili and Zhou Ling behind the reception desk.

Wh she came out of the elevator, she felt that the looks from these wom all carried a hint of hostility, or rather, scrutiny.

However, she was a regular at the fitness cter and had never countered this before.

That is to say, the problem was with Yang Hao.

Could it be that all these wom had a thing for this delivery guy?

That would be too absurd!

A thought flashed through Wang Xueru's mind and was immediately dismissed by her.

After leaving the fitness cter, Wang Xueru took out her car keys from her coat pocket and pressed a button. The lights on her parked BYD Dolphin at the trance flashed immediately.

Now that electric cars are becoming more prevalt, a small car like the Dolphin is indeed very cost-effective for urban travel, provided that there's a charging station at home.

Wang Xueru's Dolphin had a range of 40KM, which was more than ough for picking up kids and doing the grocery shopping.

"Yang, get in the car."

"I'll return it to you after we're done."

Wang Xueru oped the door to signal Yang Hao. In her view, the delivery guy must have come by electric bike, and there was no need to use two modes of transportation to her house.

"Sure, okay."

Yang Hao was quite familiar with Holiday International. Parking spaces at the trance to the complex were very tight; he'd probably have no place to park if he drove himself, so taking a ride in Wang Xueru's car directly into the garage was preferable.

Yang Hao oped the door and sat in the passger's side. With a height of 8cm and a weight of 89 pounds, the car was not very spacious for him. He adjusted the seat back and th felt a bit more comfortable.

Wang Xueru skillfully started the car and drove out of the fitness cter's parking lot.

About fifte minutes later, the little Dolphin tered the underg garage of Holiday International.

Th Yang Hao followed Wang Xueru upstairs.

"Yang, thank you for your hard work."

This time, Wang Xueru remembered to hand Yang Hao a bottle of mineral water first.

"I'll see where the problem is..."

Yang Hao wt to the kitch as he was already familiar with the place, having be there once before.

He oped the uppermost cabinet to check the anti-siphon valve; there were no issues.

"Xueru, is there still smoke backing up?"

Yang Hao called out to the kitch doorway, but got no reply.

As he wondered where she had gone, Wang Xueru suddly appeared in his line of sight.

But Yang Hao was tak aback!

Wang Xueru had changed into a differt outfit. She was now wearing a milk- bodycon skirt. The material seemed like wool, which was quite suitable for the season, but the design was a little tricky. The chest area was hollowed out, revealing a glimpse of , sparking dless imagination...

"Xueru, what is this?"

Yang Hao asked, trying to stay calm despite the peculiar atmosphere.

Wang Xueru's cheeks were slightly flushed. She gtly brushed back her hair and said coyly, "Yang, don't you want revge?"