"Yu... Yu Cheng, want me."

"Shen Wanci, look carefully. Who am I?"

The lights suddenly flashed, and Shen Wanci saw the man's face. Her pupils shrank abruptly!

"Bo Jingzhou? How is it you?!"

The man gripped her chin, his face an extreme coldness. "When you got on my bed, you should have known I'm not someone to mess with."

"That's not right, I made a mistake..."

Shen Wanci struggled to push away, but it was too late. A tearing pain engulfed her, and she was completely consumed by the darkness...

After the incident, Bo Jingzhou gave her a card. Shen Wanci slapped him!

He lightly touched his lip with the tip of his tongue, a sarcastic smile playing on his lips: “Isn’t this what you wanted, hmm?”

One sentence completely shattered Shen Wanci. She had no room for regret now.

"Bo Jingzhou, I don't want money, I want you to marry me!"

Three years later, at the Yiting Bieyuan.

Shen Wanci was watching the entertainment news on TV when she saw that dancer Jian Weining had accidentally fallen off the stage, causing chaos at the scene.

A man in a suit walked through the crowd with a cold face, picked up the injured woman, and strode away from the scene.

Although it's just a profile view, after three years of marriage, he could recognize her even if she turned into ashes.

Last night... he was also the man lying in bed, saying that he would come back earlier today.

She turned her head to glance at the cold meal on the table, which she had painstakingly prepared all afternoon.

Shen Wanci got up and walked over, pouring all the food into the trash can.

That fair hand, upon which two blisters had burned red, contrasted so poignantly with her expressionless movements as she served the dishes.

After the dishes were cleared, Shen Wanci went upstairs to start packing her luggage.

She remembered that on the day she got her marriage certificate with Bo Jingzhou, they also signed a divorce agreement for three years. That was the time when Jian Wening went abroad to study.

Although it's still three months until the agreed-upon time, Jian Wei Ning returned home early. Does that mean the divorce agreement is officially in effect now?

Shen Wanci carried her suitcase downstairs and gave Bo Jingzhou a call before leaving.

A man's impatient voice came from the receiver: "What is it?"

Listening to his cold voice, Shen Wanci's fingers clutching her phone turned white. It seemed he had already forgotten last night's promise.

Well, that's true, you can't really believe what men say in bed.

Have you eaten yet?

Perhaps unwilling to answer her boring question, the other end fell silent for a few seconds: "If you have nothing to say, hang up, I'm busy."

One sentence, clear and concise, then hang up.

Later, Shen Wanci drove away, choosing the most expensive car in the garage.

I didn't think it was that special being in those luxury cars, but once I got on the road, the flashy and domineering feeling came out.

She went straight to the most upscale seven-star hotel in the city, pulled out a black card and handed it to the front desk, "Presidential suite, book for three months."

The front desk attendant smiled and took the black card, "Good madam, that's fifteen million in total. You booked the presidential suite. If you check out early, we will charge a 30% penalty."

Shen Wanci's face remained unchanged, "Swipe your card."

Tomorrow, she estimated that it would cost her less than what Bo Jingzhou spent.

She had her lawyer draft a divorce agreement that split assets evenly, but if Bo Jinyuan disagreed and really wanted to fight, it wasn't out of the question for her to walk away with nothing.

After all, the legal team of the Bao family group comprises the top talents in the entire industry. There's nothing they can't do.

Since that's the case, then let's spend lavishly while she's still Mrs. Huo.

Anyway, Buhua is also left for the mistress.

After I swiped my card, the receptionist politely handed me the room key. "Ma'am, please take your key card," she said respectfully.

At this moment, the way people looked at Shen Wanci was as if they were looking at a walking gilded nouveau riche...

The hospital's operating room.

Bo Jingzhou frowned slightly when he saw the swipe record, not because of the amount, but because the recipient was a seven-star hotel.

He furrowed his brow, just about to call Shen Wanci, when Jian Weining was pushed out of the operating room by a doctor.

She was still wearing her dance costume, with scratches all over her arms from when she fell and was scraped by the stage decorations. They were now stitched up, looking even more alarming.

And her face was whiter than the sheets beneath her.

Bo Jingzhou put away his phone and walked over, "Doctor, how is her injury?"

"There is a mild concussion, soft tissue contusions in multiple body parts, and minor spinal trauma. However, according to the examination results, it's not particularly serious."

Although she wasn't seriously injured, Jian Weining's face was still pale from falling from such a height.

She looked at the doctor nervously and asked, "Will this affect my career in the future?"

The doctor answered cautiously: "It depends on the situation after recovery, and this possibility cannot be ruled out."

Jian Weining's eyes turned red instantly, but she still forced herself to look at Bo Jingzhou, "Jingzhou, thank you today. You should go back first. I can..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the doctor sternly interrupted her: "No, we need to keep her under observation. Even mild concussion carries risks; this is no laughing matter."

Jian Wei Ning moved her lips as if she still wanted to say something, but Bo Jing Zhou spoke first, "I'll stay here tonight. Just go to sleep."

Since they had known each other for so long, Jian Weining naturally knew his temperament. "Then I'll trouble you with that. Just... do I need to give Shen Wanci a call to explain?"

The news was a big deal, you should have seen it.

The man fell silent for a few seconds, then frowned impatiently. "No need," he said.

Bo Jingzhou stayed in the hospital until dawn before returning home. The maid was already cleaning the house and, seeing him back, she said, “Mr. Bo, you're just back? Would you like breakfast?”

"Mmm."

He hadn't slept all night, and was feeling a bit of a headache at the moment. He rubbed his temples and casually asked Shen Wanci, "Where is your wife?"

"The wife must have gone to the company, I didn't see her when I came."

Bo Jingzhou dislikes having strangers at home, and the maid doesn't live here.

The man glanced at his watch. Usually, Shen Wanci would still be having breakfast at this time, so did she check him into the hotel last night?

She didn't return home all night.

Bo Jingzhou's face was somewhat gloomy. The nanny didn't notice and brought breakfast, along with a document in her hand. "Sir, this is from the property management this morning. They said it was a delivery for you."

His home address is confidential. Files are generally sent to the company, and after being reviewed by his secretary, they are only brought to him if deemed necessary.

Since he happened to be free at the moment, Bo Jingzhou didn't dwell on it and directly took it over and opened it.

The conspicuous divorce agreement at the top, with its bold lettering, instantly turned the man's already gloomy face as cold as ice. He scanned it quickly, line by line, and when he reached the section on asset division, a sneer escaped his lips. “It’s quite detailed,”

All of his houses, cars, cash, and stocks were divided equally.

"It's quite a thought."

The nanny didn't dare to speak, she naturally saw those two big characters "divorce" as well. Right now, she wished she could just vanish into thin air.

A man held a contract in one hand and dialed his phone with the other.

A woman's voice, thick with sleep, came quickly over the phone: "What is it?"