Cao Dapeng's eyes were wide with terror; he could barely recognize the person before him.
This was no longer the Yang Zhen he remembered.
And he realized Yang Zhen's words were not a threat.
Because the force in Yang Zhen's hand was only increasing.
Cao Dapeng's neck grew more painful, his face flushed red, and he began to struggle for breath.
His feet thrashed about, trying to beg for mercy, but he couldn't make a sound.
Looking at Yang Zhen, his eyes were as indifferent as water.
It was as if what he was doing at the moment was as ordinary as eating or sleeping.
Cao Dapeng's eyes bulged outwards; he was on the verge of death.
Just then, Lin Xiaoyin's voice suddenly came from behind Yang Zhen.
"Yang Zhen, what are you doing? Stop it, are you really going to kill him?!"
Yang Zhen snapped back to reality.
This was Earth, and murder was illegal.
He released his grip. With a thud, Yang Zhen collapsed onto the ground, gasping for fresh air.
Then, with a ripping sound.
Yang Zhen tore off his own sleeve and threw it in front of Cao Dapeng.
"Cao Dapeng, from today onwards, I, Yang Zhen, sever all ties with you. From this moment on, we are quits, owing each other nothing!"
Cao Dapeng gasped for air, his emotions slowly calming down.
His fear of Yang Zhen also gradually subsided.
He let out a cold snort and glared at Yang Zhen.
"Yang Zhen, you say it so easily. You want us to be quits? On what grounds?"
Yang Zhen frowned, but before he could ask.
Cao Dapeng began to itemize.
"In a car accident, you damaged my car, worth two hundred thousand!"
"The accident was your fault, and the injured party is still in the hospital. I've been covering their medical expenses, which now amount to over a million!"
"If you don't settle this 1.2 million with me, what right do you have to say we're quits?"
Cao Dapeng's voice was full of confidence and resounded forcefully.
Lin Xiaoyin covered her face and sobbed, unsure of what to do.
But Yang Zhen remained calm and steady as a mountain.
"1.2 million. Within a month, I, Yang Zhen, will repay it in full. If you don't believe me, we can sign a written agreement today!"
Cao Dapeng was slightly taken aback; he hadn't expected Yang Zhen to dare to acknowledge the debt.
He sneered, "Fine, let's sign a written agreement!"
Yang Zhen found a pen and paper, quickly wrote out the agreement, and both signed and stamped it.
Cao Dapeng carefully put away the document and snorted.
"Yang Zhen, if I don't get 1.2 million in a month, we'll meet in court!"
Cao Dapeng left.
Leaving behind a mess.
Lin Xiaoyin was still crying, her quiet sobs turning into muffled whimpers.
Yang Zhen knew he had failed his wife and felt a mix of emotions.
"Xiaoyin, stop crying. I'm awake now, and everything will get better."
He tried to embrace his wife, but she pushed him away.
Yang Zhen was bewildered and at a loss, while Lin Xiaoyin continued to cry.
As her crying subsided, Lin Xiaoyin shook her head and murmured.
"It won't get better, it won't get better..."
Yang Zhen wanted to comfort her, but the words caught in his throat.
"Yang Zhen, let's get a divorce."
Lin Xiaoyin's voice was soft.
But her tone was resolute.
Yang Zhen's pupils contracted, and his heart jolted.
"Xiaoyin, I'm sorry..."
Faced with his wife's request for divorce, he could only feel shame for not taking better care of their family.
Lin Xiaoyin shook her head and said.
"I can't bear it anymore, Yang Zhen. To treat your illness, not only was our savings depleted, but we also owe hundreds of thousands in medical bills."
"Now, the mortgage hasn't been paid for three months, and I can't even afford Nannan's tuition..."
Nannan was their daughter.
Hearing this, Yang Zhen's heart ached, and he felt even more ashamed.
"Now you owe another 1.2 million. I really don't know how to go on living like this."
"Yang Zhen, I'm sorry, let's get a divorce."
Lin Xiaoyin took a deep breath, but still couldn't stop the tears from falling.
Yang Zhen pursed his lips and said softly, "But I'm back, and we still have hope."
"Hope?"
Lin Xiaoyin gave a bitter smile, "Yang Zhen, I don't see any hope!"
Thinking of their years of marriage, Lin Xiaoyin didn't say the harsher words.
A flicker of pain flashed in Yang Zhen's eyes.
He knew what Lin Xiaoyin hadn't said.
From a realistic perspective, he was middle-aged, jobless, and burdened with millions in debt.
Even in the eyes of his closest loved ones, he was a complete failure with no hope of turning his life around.
But was Yang Zhen truly a failure?
How could the Heavenly Dao Supreme, who had roamed the immortal realm and commanded the stars, be a failure?
"One month!"
Yang Zhen gritted his teeth and uttered the words.
"Xiaoyin, you've suffered so much during this time."
"Anyone else would have likely given up on me the moment I had the car accident."
"I understand your desire for a divorce, but I'm sorry, I cannot accept it!"
Lin Xiaoyin frowned, "Yang Zhen, haven't you realized the reality? It's no longer up to you whether you accept it or not!"
Yang Zhen seemed not to hear her, his gaze fixed on her.
"Xiaoyin, give me one month, and I will clear all the debts!"
"Trust me one more time, and I will be a good husband and a good father!"
"If I fail, then you can divorce me, and I will have no objections!"
Lin Xiaoyin looked at Yang Zhen with an incredulous expression.
"Clear the debts in a month? Yang Zhen, are you joking?"
Yang Zhen tightly gripped Lin Xiaoyin's shoulder, his eyes filled with determination.
"Xiaoyin, give me another chance, even if it's for Nannan's sake!"
"You wouldn't want her to grow up without a father's company, would you!"
Hearing Yang Zhen mention their daughter, Lin Xiaoyin's resolve finally wavered.
After a moment, she sighed deeply.
"Alright, I'll give you one more chance. After a month, if you haven't managed it, we'll get a divorce."
Yang Zhen's spirits lifted, but before he could rejoice, Lin Xiaoyin added.
"This month, I'll be staying with my parents and our daughter. You're on your own, take care of yourself!"
Lin Xiaoyin didn't give Yang Zhen a chance to refuse. She packed her and their daughter's belongings and left the house with her bag.
Yang Zhen was left alone in the house again.
However, Yang Zhen was not discouraged. Although he wouldn't be living with his wife and daughter for this month.
It was only a month, and it would pass quickly.
Yang Zhen was full of confidence for the future.
He was, after all, the dignified Heavenly Dao Supreme.
A few million in debt was nothing.
Yang Zhen was ambitious and full of drive.
However, he currently had not a single cent on him.
Even if he wanted to sell vitality pills at a stall, he needed capital.
Just then, he suddenly remembered.
When the company had given him his "graduation certificate," there was a severance pay that had never been given to him!
If he could get that money back, wouldn't he have his initial capital?
He set off to collect his due!