"Let's get a divorce."

A man of noble bearing and haughty demeanor, he gazed down upon the diminutive figure before him with utter disdain.

"I will compensate you. If you want money, a job, or even the best doctor for your mother, I can make it happen." he said calmly.

Shihan endured, forcing back the tears in her eyes.

At first, Zhan Hanjue's fiancée ran away. To appease everyone, he hastily brought someone else to be a substitute bride. He thought he couldn't resist the title of "Mrs. Zhan." Only Shihan knew that marrying him was just to get back her own heart, the one he had cherished for two lifetimes.

He has so many things he'll never know.

"I married you not for the money." In his presence, because he was too profound, she always felt so humble.

A hint of mockery flashed in the man's deep-set eyes.

Two strangers getting married, not for money, then what else could it be for?

"I have my limits. If you don't have any special requests, I'll have my lawyer bring the divorce papers over to you tomorrow." The man finished his coffee in one gulp and then placed the cup on the table before going upstairs.

Remember in one second

Shi Han's gaze fell on the coffee cup, and a hint of unwillingness and stubbornness gradually emerged on her timid face.

Wind passes, leaving sounds behind; geese pass, leaving traces behind!

He was once heartbroken twice, unwilling to just end his curtain call like that.

Half an hour later.

Shi Han ascends the building.

"Honey!" she called out timidly, standing hesitantly at the doorway.

zhan han's gaze was fixed on the file, when he heard the sound of "husband", he couldn't help but raise his head in surprise, his deep eyes staring intently.

After a year of marriage, he never dared to disobey his husband and always followed his rules well. Unexpectedly, just before the divorce, he became bold.

"said."

Shi Han said, "I can divorce. I don't want the house or the money, I only want a child." Her voice was soft, yet there was a stubbornness in it.

zhan han jue's eyes twitched slightly, "hmph, it seems your courage has grown."

"Me and you? Impossible." Her tone reeked of disdain.

Shihan estimated the time, adding a generous amount of drug to his coffee. It wouldn't be long before it took effect, would it?

"At least we were married! Even if the play ends and people go their separate ways, I deserve some interest on my investment, don't I?" Shihan was done being meek. She straightened her spine, her submissive demeanor replaced by newfound strength.

Zhan Han raised his eyebrows slightly, "Well well, the little lamb finally showed its fox tail?"

"Shihan, don't play games of coy with me. The price I offer you won't shortchange you. If you are too greedy, you will have nothing—"

"Lord War God, I told you, I don't want money." Shihan emphasized again, her attitude resolute, staring straight at him. "I want to borrow something from you."

"What?" Zhan Hanjue frowned, a hint of impatience in his tone. Suddenly, he felt an unusual surge of heat.

"Shihan, how dare you drug me?" Zhan Hanjue instantly understood her intention, his handsome face suddenly sinking as if shrouded in a thousand years of unmelting snow.

Her poetic spirit was tranquil, neither affirming nor denying. She lightly sipped, calmly and unhurriedly, stripping herself bare, walking forward with an air of grace.

Though Zhan Hanjue clearly wanted to resist, his intense desire overpowered him, and he forcefully pulled her into his embrace.

The devil sealed within, boasts of taking him from the dark abyss to the peak of the clouds.

One night, the bone-chilling torment grips.

At dawn, the faintest blush of morning light spread like a pale yellow gauze over the marble floor of the room.

On the bed, a man opened his sleepy eyes. His face was as cold and hard as ice sculpture, yet exuded an air of noble and captivating allure.

Last night's scene of intense passion with Shihan was still vivid in his mind, and Zhan Hanjue jolted awake.

Lifting the bedding, a few drops of blood on the white sheet bloomed like orchids, hauntingly beautiful.

Zhan Hanjue's face instantly turned cold and menacing.

Damn it, Shihan actually dared to scheme against him?

The slender, well-proportioned figure draped in a robe accidentally knocked something off the bedside table to the floor.

Zhan Hanjian bent down and picked up a bank card and a delicately written note.

The money in your bank card is last night's payment. From now on, we owe each other nothing! Goodbye!

A ferocious expression contorted the man's already handsome, sharp features.

"A symphony of poetry!" A rich, resonant cello note shattered the silence, carrying an explosive intensity that shook the entire building.

Is he for sale?

He actually used his money to insult him.

Zhan Han's long, jade-like fingers curled into a fist, losing their shape because of the force.

"Shihan, I hope you pray that you don't fall into my hands!"

In a quiet rented house in the east of the city.

Shi Han lay on the simple linen sofa, an apple in her hand but her eyes fixed on the television screen.

The host, holding up a black-and-white photograph, spoke in a serious tone:

" Zhan Jia Shi Han disappeared from her home several days ago. All electronic surveillance equipment failed to record her whereabouts, and there are no records of her staying at any hotels or inns in the city. If anyone knows her whereabouts, please call the program's hot line for a reward of one million dollars."

Shi Han angrily threw the apple core at the television.

"I'm not dead yet. Zhan Hanjue, what do you mean by using a photo to look for someone?"

Then a smug smile appeared again, "Want to catch me? Next life!"

Shi Han gazed at her own picture, a stark contrast to her actual face. With unwavering confidence, she declared...

Zhàn Hánjué only knew that Yán was his illegitimate son and grew up in a remote mountain village, so he looked down on him, believing him to be ignorant and unsophisticated like a country girl.

But he didn't know, he was a person who had lived two lifetimes.

In his past life, Yan Zengleng was the eldest son of the Yan family, one of the four prominent families in Yan City. He was a true academic prodigy, not only a top student in the Network Security Department of the prestigious First Academy, but also born into a wealthy and influential family. He possessed a wide range of talents and skills befitting a well-rounded young gentleman from a noble background.

Her makeup skills were superb, reaching a level where she could transform people's appearances.

The day she left the war family, it was after she disguised herself and cleverly avoided all surveillance routes around the villa.

It's not easy to find Zhàn Hán Jué.

Ten months later.

Shi Han gave birth to three adorable babies in her rented apartment.

Babies carved from jade, cradled in their cribs, two boys and one girl, left Shihan lost in a long trance.

For ten consecutive months, the search for information has never ceased.

A proud man like Zhan Hanjue, being tricked to such an extent, should hold a grudge for life.

If he caught her, Shihan could only imagine the fate that awaited her - probably thrown into the ocean to be eaten by sharks, a gruesome end that wouldn't even begin to soothe his burning hatred!

Now that we have children, it's impossible to keep living a life of hiding.

After much deliberation and contemplation, Shi Han finally made a decision—to endure the pain of severance in order to achieve peace for the rest of her life.