Having found the answer she was satisfied with, Zhang Ziyin’s mood suddenly turned for the better: "Rest assured, as long as you agree to my demands, I won’t harm her, and I’ll contact you later with how to proceed."

Her words finished, she immediately hung up the phone. With a smug expression, she looked at An Nan, whose face was now swollen like a pig’s head: "Did you hear that? Lin Mubai is going to divorce you and marry me. What do you think about that? Why not share it with everyone, let’s have a laugh."

An Nan admitted that, even though she knew this man was doing it for her, hearing him agree to the divorce still pained her deeply.

Under the dual blow of physical and psychological distress, she felt dizzy and heavy-headed, and even her vision blurred. Subsequently, amidst Qu Manwen’s exclamations of surprise, she fainted directly: "She’s fainted, won’t there be any problems?"

The speaker, looking panicked, immediately crouched down, attempting to help An Nan who was lying on the ground, but was sternly reprimanded by Zhang Ziyin: "Why are you worrying about her so much? She’s just fainted; what could possibly happen? Useless woman, truly ruining a good mood."

Having agreed with her, she turned to leave, not forgetting to instruct the men who had been watching: "Keep an eye on her, and there’ll be rewards for you."

"Sure, sure, Miss Zhang, rest assured."

After taking just two steps, suddenly remembering something, she stopped again, turning sideways, her gaze falling on the woman still crouched on the ground: "Aren’t you leaving?"

The other person’s eyes glanced at the woman lying on the ground, still hesitant: "Are you sure there’s really no problem?"

In an instant, Zhang Ziyin’s patience was gone: "If you want to stay here, then stay here. I can’t be bothered with you; I’m leaving now."

She had to notify that man about how to divorce and then marry her, obviously not willing to delay too much time on these trivial matters.

After Zhang Ziyin left, it took Qu Manwen a long time to retract her gaze from her departing figure, then she turned her attention to An Nan lying unconscious on the ground, unable to hide her concern. After all, An Nan was a pregnant woman seven months along, who had just been slapped so forcefully and suffered emotional distress; her body could have problems at any moment.

Thinking it over, she decided to stay behind, at least so she could respond preemptively before anything happened.

The reason she spoke like she did before Zhang Ziyin was because she knew clearly that if she showed even a hint of reluctance, she would end up like the woman in front of her, or maybe worse. So she could only temporarily agree and figure out another solution later.

Previously, when that woman approached her, she only mentioned getting the person to meet and offered a sum of money, without mentioning kidnapping. The subsequent events had shocked her, and she still hadn’t recovered.

However, she admitted that she did harbor hatred for this woman; if it weren’t for her, she wouldn’t have lost her proud job. So it’s fair to say her feelings were complex—a mix of hatred and fear, always caught between these two dilemmas.