How I Became The Devil's Last and Only Love
Chapter 18: Fail the Assessment, Lose the Wife

Chapter 18: Chapter 18: Fail the Assessment, Lose the Wife

Fang Anning returned home.

Upon entering, Mrs. Chen quietly asked her, "Wife, where have you been again? Why are you coming back so late?"

"Is sir back?" Fang Anning asked.

Mrs. Chen said, "He’s been back for a while. Knowing you were not yet home, he looked quite displeased. He hasn’t eaten and has been waiting for you at the dinner table."

Fang Anning frowned, puzzled. What was he waiting for her for?

Nevertheless, she quickly changed her shoes and went over.

As expected, she saw He Tingchen sitting on the chair, his face stern as King Yan’s, expressionless and frightening.

She glanced at a table full of delicious food and asked with an awkward smile, "You’ve been waiting for me to have dinner? Thank you, but next time you don’t have to wait for me; you can eat first."

"Where did you go?" the man asked coldly.

Fang Anning glanced at Mrs. Chen, who quickly slipped away.

Fang Anning honestly answered, "I went to the school to process the resumption of studies. I took a leave of absence before because of my mother’s situation, but now that it’s resolved, I want to go back to school."

"Only to the school?" he asked.

Fang Anning added, "I also went to a bar, but not to drink. I went to work part-time."

"Part-time work?"

"Yes, I’m about to go back to school. Although I don’t need to worry about my mother’s medical bills, there are tuition and living expenses. I can’t just not earn money, right?" Fang Anning said.

The man’s face darkened, and he immediately stood up and went upstairs.

Fang Anning watched him leave, puzzled. What was he implying?

No matter what he meant, she was genuinely hungry.

Today was her first day at the part-time job, and she didn’t dare come back too late, only working for two hours before returning.

Therefore, she hadn’t had dinner.

She quickly picked up her chopsticks and devoured the food voraciously.

After dinner, she prepared to go upstairs to read.

After a two-year hiatus from school, she had almost forgotten everything she learned and had to review it all.

However, before she could go upstairs, the man walked down from upstairs.

Fang Anning immediately stopped, pursed her lips, and gave him an ingratiating smile.

"Come with me," the man said coldly as he passed by her.

Fang Anning let out a light sigh and reluctantly followed him.

The two sat down on the living room sofa, and soon, the doorbell rang.

Mrs. Chen opened the door and saw a scholarly-looking man with glasses enter.

He Tingchen looked at him coldly and said, "Show her the documents."

The scholarly man nodded.

Fang Anning asked, frowning, "What’s this?"

The scholarly man smiled and introduced himself, "Madam, my surname is Wen, with a single character for my name, Yi. You can call me Wen Yi. I am the president’s assistant. Many of your matters can be handled by me in the future."

"So you are Mr. Wen. But what do I need your help with?" Fang Anning asked, puzzled.

Wen Yi took out a document and told Fang Anning, "Wife, this is your asset report."

"Asset report?" Fang Anning was surprised.

Wen Yi said, "From the moment you married Mr. He, these assets became yours. Of course, Mr. He will reallocate them based on your future performance. That’s for later. But for now, these assets are all yours. Additionally, today Mr. He has added another piece of property for you. Please take a look."

Fang Anning was amazed as she picked up the asset report, seeing information about stocks, funds, an apartment, and shops.

None of these mattered as much as the latest property address she saw.

It was the bar she was planning to work at today, but had been acquired by someone else.

So, was it He Tingchen who acquired the owner’s bar?

"Did you acquire the bar?" murmured Fang Anning.

The man was expressionless and unperturbed. Though he didn’t admit it, he didn’t deny it either.

However, there was no need for his confirmation—the contract was right here, what else was there to admit?

"Why?" Fang Anning asked, baffled.

The price tag of the store on the contract caught her eye. No wonder the owner agreed to sell it so readily; the offer was indeed irresistible.

But why?

He Tingchen, the distinguished president of He Group, didn’t stand to gain anything from such a small store; to him, the money spent was but a drop in the ocean.

Why would he buy it then?

"Quit the part-time job, or the place will be closed down tomorrow," the man warned, unrelatedly and coldly.

Fang Anning bit her lip, shocked as she looked at him.

It seemed... she had inadvertently witnessed the overbearing CEO’s shining moment.

"You mean to say, wherever I work part-time, you’ll acquire it and then give the place to me as a gift? So if I go work part-time at Heart’s Desire Jewelry, will you also acquire Heart’s Desire Jewelry and give it to me?" Fang Anning asked cautiously with a sheepish laugh.

"You could try," He Tingchen looked at her.

Fang Anning excitedly said, "Really? I’ll apply tomorrow."

"And while you’re at it, pick out a nice plot for your grave," he added.

Fang Anning pouted; it turned out she was indeed overthinking.

Wen Yi then quickly added with a smile, "Madam, in addition to these fixed assets, Mr. He will also provide you with a monthly allowance. This is your exclusive credit card, with a monthly limit of three hundred thousand. The card previously given to you by Old Mr. He has been deactivated. From now on, this card will suffice. Of course, if the money is not enough, you can also apply to Mr. He. As long as it’s within a reasonable range of spending, he will provide you with the allowance."

Fang Anning swallowed, "Three hundred thousand?"

"Yes, but you can only make purchases, no cash withdrawals. Of course, cash advances are also prohibited. Each expense will be recorded here."

Wen Yi reminded, seeing the look in Fang Anning’s eyes.

Fang Anning pouted, thinking she really could spend three hundred thousand a month.

That way, even if she couldn’t have children after a year, she could take that money and repay Old Mr. He for the medical bills for her mother.

Indeed, the devil is in the details, a true villainous businessman.

"Okay, I understand. You’re just afraid that my part-time job will embarrass the He family. I get it, I really do. But aside from not working part-time, Mr. He, do you have any other taboos? Do you agree with me resuming my studies?" Fang Anning asked.

He Tingchen glanced at Wen Yi.

Wen Yi nodded, and after Fang Anning signed the document, took the items and left.

He Tingchen said coolly, "You can resume your studies, but come home on time every day and do not loiter outside. Also, maintain a certain distance from men. Don’t forget, you’re still on probation."

"So, you mean to say, if I fail my probation, you’ll fire me?" Fang Anning asked.

"Not fire, widow," the man said coldly.

Fang Anning: "..."

That was harsh!

Unwilling to divorce, he would rather make her a widow; he was truly harsh on wives.