Both your salary and your salary will be as you wish.

Chapter 65 Extra

For a whole month, Yu Li immersed herself in the tedious and complicated liquidation process, repeatedly going back and forth with lawyers and the liquidation team to verify everything. The mountains of documents, the rigid legal clauses, and the densely packed account details wore down all her emotions.

Until she signed the final signature, the moment the pen touched the paper, her wrist felt so sore and numb that she almost lost all strength, as if she had used up all the glory and illusions of the first half of her life, stroke by stroke.

The 30 billion yuan mess that Tianyi Group is in has finally been settled.

She poured herself a glass of cold wine and sat quietly.

This isn't a glittering, luxurious villa, nor is it a 300-square-meter mansion left to her son. It's an old, simple one-bedroom apartment within the Second Ring Road. It's not big, not extravagant, and has no airs of social status. It's clean, comfortable, and completely her own.

Her outfit had also been completely changed. She had taken off her 10-centimeter stilettos and was now wearing ordinary sportswear and flat shoes, so plain that she would blend into the crowd.

Interestingly, though the external luxuries faded, the sharp edge in her bones remained undiminished.

The former arrogance of the wealthy was built on money; their current coldness and hardness are the most real and unyielding strength after all pretense has been lost.

She opened her phone, and the screen was filled with densely packed transaction records of luxury goods payments.

Limited edition bags, haute couture dresses, collectible jewelry, luxury homes and cars—all the glitz and glamour she used to gain attention, maintain her image, and silence gossip were completely cleared out and cashed out without a second thought.

People always feel sad about the fall of a glorious life, thinking that she lost miserably and had nothing left. But Yu Li only felt relaxed. She never accepted the definition of utter defeat by the outside world.

She only lost a business deal. Paying back debts is a matter of course. Money can be earned back, and a lost game can be restarted. The only thing she can't lose is her spirit and her pride.

Besides, she didn't lose.

In her heyday, everyone in her circle vied to curry favor with her. Now that she's fallen from grace, countless media outlets and publishing companies still flock to her, drawn by the allure of online fame. Interview requests, autobiography proposals, retrospective accounts—they've even devised elaborate marketing plans to generate hype. Some brands are even waiting for her to promote their products, offering commissions several percentage points higher than those of ordinary internet celebrities and stars.

Everyone was waiting to capitalize on her downfall and gain attention by exploiting her tragic life. Who would have thought that her failure would become the most valuable commodity for generating traffic?

Yu Li found it laughable and absurd, but she would do it anyway.

She doesn't mind making her embarrassing situation public for people to watch, because she can get money from it.

Her gaze fell on the Ragdoll cat sunbathing by the window.

This little thing is so clear-headed and pure. When living in a mansion, it lazily spends its days, and when squeezed into a cramped old house, it remains carefree and at ease. It basks in the sun every day, munches on cat food, and grooms itself, without worries, without joy or sorrow.

Yu Li watched quietly for a moment, a hint of self-deprecating envy rising within her.

It's so nice to be a cat. You don't have to compete for victory or defeat, you don't have to bear the burden of gains and losses, you don't have to struggle through the coldness and warmth of human relationships, and you don't have to force yourself to grit your teeth and get through all the low points.

Unfortunately, she was human, and a woman who was born to win and refused to back down.

She tilted her head back and drank the wine in one gulp, the crisp taste going down her throat. Sentimentality and sentimentality were the emotions of the weak, and she had no need for them.

She swiped her phone and decisively dialed Wang Haowen's number. When he answered, she spoke in her usual soft yet slightly domineering tone, "Do you have time? Let's meet up. I have this cat at home, could you take it and care for it for me? I'm allergic to cat fur, and I really don't have the energy to take care of the little thing."

After hanging up the phone, she flicked the kitten's head gently with her fingertip, her tone light, "I'll find you a stable home to enjoy life. You must live well and not wither away too soon."

She paused, a determined glint in her eyes, and continued in a low voice, "When I make a comeback, I will definitely come to bring you home."