After a vigorous bout of lovemaking, Jian Xi didn’t leave as usual after putting on her clothes. Instead, she clung tightly to Si Yuhuan from behind, as if wanting to merge him into her flesh and bones.
With the lust in his eyes fading away, the man forcefully freed himself from her grip, expressing his disgust, "How dare you drug me, Jian Xi, you’ve got some nerve!"
This reaction was something she had anticipated.
She chuckled with a hint of irony, "If I hadn’t drugged you, how would I have known that my husband of five years isn’t impotent!"
During five years of marriage, Si Yuhuan had never touched her.
She knew this marriage wasn’t what he desired, so she let him be, obeying and tending to him in every way. She thought that someday, even if Si Yuhuan was as cold as a stone, he would be warmed by her.
But it wasn’t until her previous life, when Si Yuhuan abandoned her and she died alone in a mental institution. Meanwhile, her husband of ten years was marrying his true love in a wedding of the century, readily offering up the entire Si Family. Only then did she understand: it wasn’t that he couldn’t be warmed; it was just that she wasn’t the one who could warm him.
Perhaps I had lived so pitifully in my previous life that even Heaven couldn’t bear to watch. Upon awakening, Jian Xi was reborn. The first thing she did after being reborn was to drug and sleep with Si Yuhuan.
Having craved his body for ten years, she had to have a taste before the divorce, just to be satisfied.
The truth was, it hurt quite a bit and wasn’t pleasurable at all.
With that thought, Jian Xi, dragging her sore body, pulled out a document from the drawer and slapped it onto Si Yuhuan.
"Your skills are lacking. For the sake of our future happiness, let’s divorce."
The man’s motion of dressing came to a halt. "What did you say!?" My skills are lacking?
The man sneered coldly, "Jian Xi, don’t provoke me!"
"Whether or not I provoke you can wait. Take a look at the divorce agreement. If you have any issues, you can talk to my lawyer."
Arms crossed, Jian Xi’s attitude was that of a dead pig unfazed by boiling water, which, to some extent, piqued the man’s interest.
He skimmed the divorce agreement and was immediately furious!
"A property division of one and a half billion? You’ve got some nerve!"
"Why shouldn’t I? When I married you, the Jian Family invested at least two hundred million to help you secure your current position as the wealthiest man. I’m already being exceedingly generous by not demanding half of your shares. Don’t be ungrateful."
Heartlessness wasn’t exclusive to men; Jian Xi was capable of it too.
Thinking about how in her previous life he had driven her father to suicide for Jiang Qimeng, which led to the bankruptcy of the Jian Group, and how her mother knelt, begging bitterly, yet failed to earn even the slightest bit of mercy from him, Jian Xi seethed with hatred!
She hated herself for her blindness, for falling for such a scumbag!
Having been reborn, she wanted nothing more to do with this scumbag. Divorce.
From now on, my life will be for myself and for those who love me!
"I’m giving you three days to consider. Don’t force me to take legal action. You should know, there’s no one in the entire country’s legal field who can match me."
After saying this, Jian Xi brazenly changed her clothes in front of Si Yuhuan, tossed her long, wavy hair, and elegantly walked out on ten-centimeter heels.
Si Yuhuan’s roar of fury echoed from behind her.
I was actually forced into bed by a woman and then dumped! She wants a divorce, does she? Dream on!
Leaving the place she had lived in for five years, Jian Xi felt as if a knife were slowly dismembering her heart, cut by cut.
In her memory, Jiang Qimeng would return to Beijing in three days. The moment she appeared, she would capture all of Si Yuhuan’s attention. They would become a picture-perfect couple, while she, his wife, would become the laughingstock of Beijing.
Now that I’ve proposed a divorce, that scumbag and that despicable woman can be as lovey-dovey as they please. But before that—I have a grand gift to present to Si Yuhuan!
With that thought, Jian Xi dialed the number she had neglected for so long!
Jian Xi, in a sexy little black slip dress, received a big hug from Wan Yu under the gazes of countless men.
Wan Yu was her college classmate and best friend. After graduation, Jian Xi chose to marry Si Yuhuan and become a full-time wife, eagerly awaiting her husband’s return, eventually turning into a bitter woman in seclusion. In contrast, Wan Yu, carefree without a steady love, became a top-tier livestreamer. She steadily built her own media company and now enjoyed a leisurely life, delighting in the company of attractive men and women.
In her previous life, when Wan Yu found out Jian Xi had been abandoned, she opposed Si Yuhuan at every turn to avenge her friend. Eventually, however, Si Yuhuan framed her, and she was imprisoned.
All Jian Xi could do then was scream and argue with Si Yuhuan, ultimately infuriating him to the point where he had her committed to a mental institution.
Thinking of these things, Jian Xi’s heart felt as if it were shattering. She reached out and hugged Wan Yu tightly. "Yuyu, I’m back."
"Xixi, what are you on about?"
Wan Yu didn’t understand what Jian Xi meant by "I’m back," but she found her behavior today peculiar.
For three years, she had sent countless messages trying to coax Jian Xi out of her shell, hoping she wouldn’t waste her life pining over one man. It had all been in vain. This time, she had sent the message casually, not expecting anything...
"It’s not a whim, it’s a complete change of heart! I now solemnly declare: Si Yuhuan is kicked out of this old lady’s heart! From now on, I won’t let any Little Naigou or little wolf-dog get away!"
I really had been blind, sacrificing an entire forest for a single tree.
Wan Yu laughed, raising her bottle high. "Alright! We’re not going home until we’re drunk!"
They hit the wildest clubs, sang the most electrifying songs, and flirted with the hottest men.
Venting all her pent-up resentment and grievances, Jian Xi felt ecstatic.
Her phone rang incessantly.
Jian Xi answered it while taking a break for a drink.
"Hello? Miss Jian, Director Si has been hospitalized due to a cat fur allergy."