Happy 3rd anniversary, come home soon, I have a surprise for you, you'll love it.

After sending the text message, Ruan Xingwan put down her phone and went back to the kitchen. She turned down the fire on the stove and went back to chopping vegetables, bustling about happily.

It seems like this message sank without a trace, and didn't affect anyone.

The maid said to her, "Madam, let me help you."

"No need, you go ahead with your work. I want to cook a special dinner for him tonight myself."

The servant envied, "Madam and Sir are truly a loving couple."

Ruan Xingwan smiled but didn't answer.

Zhou Cidian, is that you?

It's more like a show than genuine kindness.

At seven o'clock in the evening, Zhou Ci returned home deeply. The servant tactfully left.

Ruan Xingwan had just finished setting the tableware when a warm breath enveloped her from behind. She was pulled back, and her lips were covered by the man's forceful kiss.

He was stunned for a moment, then pushed him away.

Zhou Ci's deep eyes narrowed, his long fingers pointing down. His black eyes were half-closed, and his voice was emotionless: "You called me back just for this?"

"No, today is our third wedding anniversary. I really did have a present for you."

Zhou Ci took a deep breath, smoothed out the slight wrinkles on his shirt, and said faintly, "The formalities are unnecessary. After all, your surprises have always left me only with astonishment, not joy."

Ruan Xingwan tugged on her sleeve, but didn't argue back. She walked into the kitchen.

Soon, the last dish was served.

Ruan Xingwan sat opposite Zhou Cidian, pouring red wine into his glass and then her own.

"To celebrate our third wedding anniversary, cheers!"

Under the lamplight, five men stood tall and proud. Their jawlines were sharp and defined, their noses straight, and their thin lips slightly pursed, hinting that they were not pleased with this intimate anniversary dinner for just two people.

Ruan Xingwan smiled, not expecting a response. She picked up her red wine glass and drank it all in one go.

After finishing it, he poured a second cup.

One cup after another.

Finally, Ruan Xingwan was a little drunk, leaning on the table looking at Zhou Cishen across from her. The man remained expressionless as always. Her tone dragged on: "Zhou Cishen, even today, can't you give me a smile?"

"What do you want from me? Do you want me to go crazy with you, or just suffer through this incredibly boring anniversary?"

"How could it be boring? How many wedding anniversaries does one get in a lifetime? Who knows, maybe this is the last one."

Zhou Ci's face lit up as if he had heard a joke, and he let out a light snort. "You think you can stop it?"

Ruan Xingwan swayed the cup in her hand, the remaining liquid sloshing around. Her eyes were a little moist under the warm glow of the lights: "It probably… shouldn't… right?"

Zhou Ci didn't want to waste time with him here, so he went upstairs.

He irritably untied his tie and removed his jacket. Just as he was about to undo his shirt, a pair of small hands clasped around him, bringing with them the overwhelming scent of alcohol.

"Don't worry, I haven't given you my gift yet..."

Zhou Ci deeply turned, his hands in his pockets, silently staring.

Ruan Xingwan's cheeks were flushed, her eyes sparkling innocently, making it impossible to look away.

Zhou Ci's heart pounded in his chest. Even if he didn't want to admit it, the person before him was undeniably beautiful and had enough charisma to captivate any man's attention.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been set up in the first place.

Further down, the petals were stained crimson with wine, a vibrant and intense red.

As those small hands slipped into his shirt, he almost instinctively reached up, pressing down hard with a forceful jerk.

Ruan Xingwan cried out in pain, whimpering.

By the time I got to bed, my eyes were already drooping. All I did was cling onto his neck.

The man propped himself up with both hands, the corners of his eyes twitching as if in silent mockery: "Didn't you just say you didn't want to?"

You probably don't know, what people say they don't want, actually means they do.

Zhou Ci smiled coldly, then leaned down and kissed him again.

Ruan Xingwan was particularly dominant tonight. Her teeth had broken his, the rusty metallic scent pervading the space between them.

This kiss, it's like a game of chess. Whoever wins, controls the other.

Just as he was about to reach for something in the bedside table, Ruan Xingwan unexpectedly spoke up, "Zhou Cidian, let's get a divorce."

The man hanging in the air paused: "What did you say?"

Even though Ruan Xingwan knew he heard her clearly, she still repeated it plainly: “Let’s get a divorce.”

Zhou Ci's interest vanished instantly, and he slowly got up, his voice cold: "More money again?"

This is always the case, for money they'll stop at nothing, their tricks are endless.

"Not a penny."

Ruan Xingwan took out a divorce agreement from under her pillow: "Take a look, if there's nothing wrong, you can sign it."

Zhou Ci's face darkened. "Xing Wan, you'd better know your limits. I don't have time to play childish games with you."

"Didn't I say I was going to give you a surprise tonight? See, isn't this a cause for celebration?"

Zhou Ci's face was deep and unreadable. Looking at him, I inexplicably felt that the smile on his face was a little dazzling.

Ruan Xingwan smiled: "Zhou Cidian, I wish you a happy divorce."

Zhou Ci frowned deeply, his lips pursed. After a few seconds, he said: "You're serious?"

Ruan Xing nodded slightly: "How is it, this way there's only joy, no fear, right?"

"Well, don't come crying to me later."

Zhou Ci left only that sentence behind, and departed without looking back.

The door slammed shut with a loud bang.

Ruan Xingwan lowered her head and looked at the divorce agreement in her hand. Zhou Cishen had never even looked at her straight in the eye, let alone glanced at this document. After a long while, she finally tugged at the corner of her lips and a smile appeared.

May Ruan Xingwan have a happy divorce too.

That evening, Ruan Xingwan packed up all her things.

And all things, only one suitcase.

Zhou Ci's deep purchases of jewelry, handbags, shoes, and clothing were all untouched. They weren't willingly given to him anyway. These superficial things, with the divorce from Zhou Ci, became empty and hollow.

In that regard, it has no effect at all.

As she was leaving, Ruan Xingwan glanced at the divorce agreement lying on the cold tea table, and still picked it up.

Passing by the dining hall, Ruan Xingwan glanced at the table. Zhou Cidian's table was clean and bright, completely untouched.

This wedding anniversary is still as unwelcome as I imagined.

But it's okay, it's layered with our divorce anniversary.

After Zhou Ci's deep thoughts, when he recalled it, he might have been bothering himself and laughing about it.

This may be the most satisfying thing he's done since they got married.

Sitting in the taxi, Ruan Xingwan looked at the scenery flashing past outside the window. Suddenly, she felt a sense of relief.

After three years of pretending to be a wealthy wife, she's about to return to her impoverished origins.