Scene Seventeen
The computer was still on. Shen Qianzhan scrolled the mouse to examine the newly added clause hidden in the most inconspicuous corner of the fourth page of the contract.
Ji Qinghe’s eyes must be as sharp as a dog’s—so damn cunning.
Biting her finger, she thought for about three minutes before replying: “The condition for ‘personal feelings’ should be that the number of people in an enclosed space must not be less than three, and the distance must not be negative.” After sending it, Shen Qianzhan reviewed it several times and added: “If this clause requires detailed annotation from our side, Mr. Ji can provide feedback on adjustments to my assistant.”
Shen Qianzhan meticulously added punctuation, carefully reviewed it, and couldn’t help but give herself a thumbs-up.
Subtle yet not crude, tactful yet firm—her response could easily be included as a detailed example in “How to Quickly Teach a Rich Second Generation to Politely Reject Under-the-Table Rules,” specifically for Su Zan to study.
However, her gaze fell on Ji Qinghe’s WeChat dialog box, and she scoffed lightly—Ji Qinghe’s habit of feigning ignorance really showed no signs of improving anytime soon.
In the past, he knew exactly where her sensitive spots were but would still provoke her while listening to her incoherent, defeated speech.
Now, he knew she avoided talking about feelings but still occasionally reminded her of it.
What a pity he wasn’t born a dog.
—
Shen Qianzhan waited for a moment. Seeing that Ji Qinghe seemed unwilling to reply further, she simply closed the computer and waited for the workday to end.
There was a dinner gathering scheduled for the evening, originally planned for the 22nd. Due to the director’s last-minute change of plans, the schedule was postponed, and it wasn’t until this morning that the other party confirmed the time via WeChat.
Shen Qianzhan was no stranger to last-minute adjustments for dinner gatherings. In a previous company project, it took nearly two months to coordinate the schedules of the original author and the screenwriter before the core creative team could finally be assembled.
A three-hour meal—for those three hours, she and Qiao Xin had waited two months.
As the agreed-upon time drew closer, Shen Qianzhan stood up to touch up her makeup.
She always paid great attention to her appearance, meticulously perfecting even a single strand of hair when she wanted to look refined, with standards comparable to those of celebrities walking red carpets or posing for magazine covers.
Su Zan had watched her touch up her makeup before. Having grown up surrounded by girls, he wasn’t like the typical clueless straight guy. Sometimes, as soon as Shen Qianzhan picked up blush or eyeshadow, he could immediately identify the appropriate makeup brush and hand it to her.
Not to mention his knowledge of popular lipstick shades, which was on par with Shen Qianzhan’s.
Even so, he had once raised a question: “If we break it down by makeup steps and functions, wouldn’t this face have to be disassembled into pieces?”
At first, Shen Qianzhan didn’t understand and looked at him with slight confusion, waiting for Su Zan’s shocking remark.
And indeed, he lived up to her expectations. Su Zan gestured toward her facial features and gave an example: “Take highlighter, for instance. It’s applied to the center of the forehead, the tail of the eyebrows, the cheekbones, the bridge of the nose, the cupid’s bow, and the chin. As for blush, it’s not just for the cheeks but also the tip of the nose. Eyeshadow is divided into the inner corners, upper eyelids, lower eyelids, and outer corners, with techniques ranging from priming and blending to layering, each step building upon the last. If we were to teach each part and step separately…” He shuddered and made a disgusted sound.
Shen Qianzhan imagined the scene of her facial features being disassembled as he spoke, but she remained unfazed and continued applying eyeliner. “You’re wrong.”
Su Zan was puzzled. “Huh?”Shen Qianzhan's hand was steady as a rock, sweeping out a perfect fishtail eyeliner. She glanced left and right, quite satisfied: "You still don't understand women's pursuit of beauty enough. Take me, for example—exceptionally gifted. I don't need any step-by-step tutorials at all. No matter how complex the makeup steps are, I can master them at a glance."
Su Zan had to admit this. He had always thought that even if Shen Qianzhan lost her job, she could make a living as a makeup artist with her skills.
After touching up her makeup, Shen Qianzhan checked the time on her wrist. It was just right to head out.
——
For occasions that weren’t particularly important or formal, Shen Qianzhan didn’t use company resources. She had arranged to meet Su Zan in the parking lot and went downstairs with Qiao Xin to drive to the appointment.
The director they were meeting tonight was one of the candidates Shen Qianzhan had included in her list for the tribute drama collaboration. His surname was Shao, and his name was Shao Chouxi.
It was said that back in his youth, when he was still named Shao Yigang, Shao Chouxi lived up to his name, thoroughly embodying the profound meaning his parents had intended. One day he’d argue with a teacher, the next he’d clash with a leader, constantly challenging the heavens, the earth, and even the Juvenile Protection Law.
After being disciplined by the school, he was forced to drop out.
His parents, superstitious about feng shui, casually changed the name of the now-famous Director Shao, hoping that Shao Yigang would continue to live up to his name and give his parents—who had the misfortune of eight lifetimes to have him as a son—less to worry about.
It was unclear which of the five elements in Shao Yigang’s fate had been tamed, but from then on, everything went smoothly. He tapped into his artistic talent, smoothly got into the Shanghai Theatre Academy, smoothly graduated, and smoothly became a director.
A bold and meticulous art film that challenged the censorship standards of the State Administration of Radio, Film, and Television, presented in a perfectly borderline manner, won the Best Film of the Year award that year.
At this point, Shao Chouxi’s personal experiences were already rich, and his character was well-rounded. But what Shen Qianzhan valued, besides his professional abilities, was Shao Chouxi’s innate talent for trending on social media.
The most colorful and widely discussed part of Shao Chouxi’s rise to fame was his name-changing history.
Shen Qianzhan had always been bold in her approach, enjoying the unconventional within the bounds of morality and legality.
Her interest in Shao Chouxi had been long-standing. She wanted to see if breaking away from the established rules and templates of the industry could spark something different.
——
Jichun Erwan Hotel.
Familiar greetings, familiar small talk.
By the time Shen Qianzhan made her way to the private room, Shao Chouxi, who had been waiting for nearly half an hour, was not inside.
She blinked in confusion and looked at Su Zan: "Where is he? Don’t tell me he went to the wrong room."
Su Zan was also puzzled: "I sent him the room number and specifically asked the hotel to escort him here personally." He pointed to the cup of tea on the table that had already gone cold: "Maybe he went to the restroom?"
Shen Qianzhan didn’t say a word. She raised an eyebrow, signaling him to go find the person immediately.
Three minutes later, Su Zan returned with a strange expression on his face.
Before Shen Qianzhan could ask, he frowned and reported: "I found him, but I couldn’t get him back…"
Su Zan cleared his throat and explained: "Jian Xin, the producer, has him detained."
Shen Qianzhan toyed with her phone, remaining silent, though her brow furrowed slightly.
Just as Su Zan was carefully choosing his words while watching her expression, Shen Qianzhan silently repeated, "Don’t frown, don’t frown, wrinkles will form." Suppressing the urge to scratch her head, she manually smoothed out the crease between her brows.
Seeing this, Su Zan continued: "Besides Jian Xin, Mr. Jiang and Director Lei are also there."
"Jiang Yecheng?" Shen Qianzhan asked.Su Zan stammered for a long while before finally nodding: "I heard Mr. Ji will arrive shortly."
This time, her eyebrows completely refused to obey her. She frowned in thought for a moment, then sneered: "No wonder Jiang Yecheng's assistant has been subtly probing Qiao Xin these past couple of days. Turns out they thought I couldn't handle Ji Qinghe, so they started preparing a backup plan ahead of time."
Shen Qianzhan had always been cautious in her work. Before a contract was officially filed, anything could change. Ji Qinghe's risk factor was particularly high, so before he signed on the dotted line, she specifically instructed Qiao Xin that no one else in the company besides the two of them should know about this matter.
Even Su Zan had been blacklisted by Shen Qianzhan for his loose lips.
Thus, after Jiang Yecheng's assistant had played countless rounds of verbal fencing with Qiao Xin, they assumed the evasive responses from Shen Qianzhan's side meant negotiations with Ji Qinghe had broken down, and that they couldn't give a straight answer out of guilt.
She clicked her tongue: "How utterly disheartening."
Su Zan kept his eyes downcast, not daring to respond.
The fierce, sharpening-her-knives expression on his "Zhan-jie" didn't look the least bit disheartened...
Qiao Xin timidly asked: "Zhan-jie, what should we do then?"
How about taking an impromptu vacation?
But obviously, an impromptu vacation was impossible.
Only overtime work was eternal.
Shen Qianzhan thought for a moment and said: "What can we do? Let's all have a meal together. It'll be lively with more people."
—
Jian Xin was currently gloating over successfully snatching Shao Chouxi and irritating Shen Qianzhan. She was also being exceptionally gentle, attentive, and flattering toward Jiang Yecheng.
Her competitive relationship with Shen Qianzhan was well-known within the industry.
Back when she lost the competition for the tribute drama, Jian Xin kept a calm face, but inside she had cursed Shen Qianzhan hundreds of times. Unfortunately, her skills were inferior. Once Boxuan and Thousand Lights signed the contract, she had no choice but to concede defeat.
However, in the film and television industry, project changes were common.
Jian Xin hadn't given up completely. During this period, she had been quietly making efforts, trying to make a breakthrough through Jiang Yecheng.
Unfortunately, after more than half a year, Boxuan remained unmoved. It was only recently that her overtures received a response. Having hope made the effort worthwhile.
Jian Xin had many connections in the industry. While currying favor with Boxuan's upper management, she secretly investigated the situation.
The industry was full of gossipy people with loose tongues, never short on rumors and topics. Although some information wasn't accurate and lacked proper logic or context, it didn't stop her from sniffing out the message that Boxuan wanted to change their collaborative partner.
If Shen Qianzhan knew that the resource she had worked so hard to obtain was about to fall effortlessly into her hands, she wondered if that beautiful face would contort with anger.
However, this question was soon answered personally by the person in question.
Shen Qianzhan strode in on her high heels, exuding the aura of a fashion week runway model, making a grand entrance.
She acted completely unaware that she was an uninvited guest, shamelessly adopting the demeanor of the guest of honor, first exchanging pleasantries with Jiang Yecheng and the two directors.
After the greetings, having scoped out where she would sit later, she then hypocritically covered her lips with her hand, wearing an expression of great surprise as she walked toward Jian Xin, extending her arms for a hug: "Jian Xin, what are you doing here? Long time no see."
Jian Xin let out a few cold laughs, her surface manners even better than Shen Qianzhan's. She stood up to return the hug, then smilingly pulled out the lower seat beside her—where the server would place and serve dishes—inviting her to join: "Come, sit down and have something to eat."Shen Qianzhan was an old fox. She subtly retreated two steps, saying, "Would I be disturbing you?" while pointing to the seat clearly reserved for Ji Qinghe. "Zanzan mentioned you have guests arriving later. I'll sit over there so I don't interfere with your discussions."
Everyone present was shrewd; they could all see Shen Qianzhan was doing this on purpose. But as people of status, they wouldn't involve themselves in a battle between women. Shen Qianzhan's attitude was assertive, making it clear she had no intention of letting Jian Xin have her way. Without a second thought for Jian Xin's feelings, she calmly led Su Zan and Qiao Xin to their seats.
Qiao Xin was uneasy and quietly sent Su Zan a WeChat message: "Sister Zhan is terrifying."
Su Zan reassured her: "Women going through menopause are all scary."
Qiao Xin: "Did you see that? Jian Xin's glare was like the needles in Rong Mama's hands—she practically wanted to stab right through Sister Zhan."
Su Zan stifled a laugh and replied: "Sister Zhan is an inflatable doll at most; she'd just deflate."
Qiao Xin: "...If you keep badmouthing Sister Zhan like this, I'll report you."
Su Zan didn't reply.
He poured wine for Shen Qianzhan and first made the rounds with the big shots.
Director Lei was someone who couldn't enjoy himself without alcohol. Su Zan had spent a lot of time drinking with him recently to secure an audition opportunity for Xiang Qianqian, to the point where now, just seeing Director Lei's dark, stern face made his hands tremble uncontrollably.
Seeing his hands shaking like he had Parkinson's, Shen Qianzhan proactively raised her glass to toast on Su Zan's behalf: "I heard from Zanzan that Qianqian learned a lot under your guidance recently. My little brother here is clumsy with words but big-hearted—he's grateful but not good at expressing it. Since I happen to run into Director Lei today, I must thank you on his behalf."
She downed the entire glass without leaving a drop.
Director Lei disliked people who were awkward or hesitant. Seeing Shen Qianzhan so straightforward, he immediately cheered up: "Producer Shen is refreshingly direct. Qianqian is versatile, down-to-earth, and eager to learn—she has a bright future ahead. Coincidentally, her agent is here today. Bring Qianqian another day for a makeup test. If it works out, I'm sure Producer Shen and I will have plenty of opportunities to drink together."
Shen Qianzhan was slightly surprised, but her expression remained perfectly controlled, not revealing the slightest hint of anything amiss.
She smiled and told Su Zan to pour more wine to thank Director Lei for his appreciation. Her gaze then settled on Jiang Yecheng, who was silently savoring his wine, and paused briefly—she might have just figured out who Xiang Qianqian's backer was.
—
After several rounds of drinks, Jiang Yecheng urged his assistant to call Ji Qinghe, claiming the food would get cold if he didn't come soon, but in reality, he was worried that if it got any later, Ji Qinghe would find an excuse not to come at all.
Witnessing this, Shen Qianzhan realized Ji Qinghe probably hadn't actually agreed to attend. Suddenly, she felt a sense of relief and even a hint of pleasure.
She didn't miss the assistant's hesitant expression when he returned from making the call. Glancing at Jiang Yecheng's displeased face, she set down her gently swaying wine glass and said in a lazy tone, "Mr. Ji is hard to invite—it always takes multiple attempts, such a hassle."
Propping her chin, she pretended to be slightly tipsy and said with a smile, "But Mr. Ji gets along quite well with our Zanzan." She turned and tapped her chin lightly with her fingertip, signaling him: "Use my phone to call Mr. Ji. If he's not busy, we can't keep our elders waiting."
With that one sentence, she struck the perfect balance—appearing close to Ji Qinghe while subtly elevating Jiang Yecheng's status, killing two birds with one stone.
Flattery should be this subtle and enjoyable for both host and guest. Jian Xin's seductive, sticky voice was just grating—didn't she find herself annoying?Shen Qianzhan made a mental note, deciding to use Jian Xin as a cautionary tale later to properly coach Su Zan. She wanted him to understand that when flattering the big shots, the artistry of flattery depended on whether he used his brain—not like Jian Xin, who only knew how to cut corners.
Just as she had tailored a crash course for Su Zan, her peripheral vision caught the private room door being pushed open from the outside by Su Zan himself. He stood sideways, wearing an expression of sycophancy all too familiar to Shen Qianzhan.
A vague suspicion stirred in her heart. Before these suspicions could solidify, Ji Qinghe entered with the poised grace of a cold bamboo, carrying an air of chill as he stepped inside.
The scene before her was too reminiscent of their unexpected reunion that night. Shen Qianzhan’s heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, like the palpitations from drinking too much coffee. For a moment, her breath tightened, as if all the air had been stolen by him, leaving her in a dreamlike haze.
And she, intoxicated in that dream, lingered, reluctant to leave.
But soon, her consciousness cleared.
Ji Qinghe’s brows were slightly furrowed, his gaze drifting almost inadvertently toward her direction. Then, as if nothing had happened, he shifted his attention, scanning the room.
Behind him followed a special assistant, slightly shorter, with a composed and unremarkable appearance at first glance. But when he opened his eyes, the sharpness in his gaze matched the startling lethality of Ji Qinghe’s cold intensity.
Shen Qianzhan rested her chin on her hand, silently thinking: No wonder they’re equally difficult to deal with. Did Ji Qinghe mass-produce them according to his own standards?
Jian Xin, annoyed that Shen Qianzhan had disrupted her important matters, spent the entire evening doing nothing but urging Shen Qianzhan to drink.
Although Su Zan had intercepted many of the drinks, there were limits.
Now, the lingering effects of the alcohol were kicking in. Her vision was slightly blurred, as if filtered, and even Jian Xin’s bony frame seemed more agreeable. With her thoughts slowed, she failed to keep up with the group’s rhythm. Not only did she miss the best moment to show closeness when Ji Qinghe entered, but she didn’t even get a chance to greet him.
Shen Qianzhan silently closed her mouth, watching as Jian Xin, all smiles, gave up her seat to allow Ji Qinghe and Jiang Yecheng to sit side by side.
As if sensing her gaze, Ji Qinghe glanced sideways, looking toward her.
Then, he offered a faint smile and walked directly toward her.
If not for the watchful eyes around them, Shen Qianzhan might have covered her racing heart.
She watched unblinkingly as Ji Qinghe approached her. When he was just a step away, he spoke in a cool, clear voice, “I’ll sit here.”
Su Zan was momentarily stunned but didn’t need Ji Qinghe to confirm whether the seat was available. He promptly picked up his glass and utensils and moved to an empty seat, even remembering to ask the server standing by the door to bring a fresh set of utensils.
Ji Qinghe, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, sat down beside her without a hint of pressure.
Shen Qianzhan stiffened, turning her head rigidly to meet his gaze for a few seconds.
Ji Qinghe seemed to be in a bad mood, his lips pressed lightly together, their color paler than usual.
Just then, the server came to set the utensils. Noticing that she hadn’t brought a glass teacup for Ji Qinghe, Shen Qianzhan reminded her, “He doesn’t drink. Bring him another cup and brew a pot of tea.”
Ji Qinghe had been tapping his knee with a hint of displeasure. At her words, his fingers paused mid-motion. A faint smile seemed to flicker across his face, the icy chill on his features melting away, softening slightly.Completely unaware that her usual approach had just scored points with the benefactor, Shen Qianzhan now noticed that both he and his assistant were dressed in formal suits, as if they had just rushed over from some official event. After a moment's thought, she asked, "Were you nearby?"
Su Zan had been on the phone for a long time and hadn't returned since stepping out.
Shen Qianzhan remembered clearly that Jian Xin, that little minx, had even mocked, "Su Zan's been on the phone for so long. Could it be that Mr. Ji is too busy to come, and he's afraid to come back because he can't face the music?"
Look at that.
Talk about a slap in the face.
"Yes, just upstairs." His voice wasn't lowered, and in the quiet, air-conditioned private room, everyone present could hear him clearly: "Su Zan said you were drunk, so I came down to check on you."
Shen Qianzhan fell silent for a moment.
Her heart felt uneasy, as if she sensed the dog man was up to something again.
She glanced nervously at Ji Qinghe and asked, "Did I interrupt anything important?"
Ji Qinghe looked at her, loosened his tie slightly, and countered, "Aren't you the important thing?" If not for his natural expression and casual demeanor, Shen Qianzhan might have thought he was seriously flirting with her.
Seeing her remain silent.
Ji Qinghe glanced at her, slightly raised his chin, and said, "I heard your team is all here. I brought my assistant. We'll sign the contract before leaving."
Shen Qianzhan wore an expression that said, "I knew it." "Mr. Ji is so eager. I couldn't ask for more."
Ji Qinghe gave a faint smile, the teasing delight in his eyes vanishing in an instant.
He glanced sideways at Su Zan, who was now pretending to be a quail, and recalled how, during the phone call earlier, Su Zan had betrayed her without hesitation, saying, "My Sister Qianzhan is really easy to bully when she's drunk. Do you want to come see?" A slight smile tugged at his lips as he toyed with his cup, looking at the two groups at the table who seemed harmonious on the surface but were clearly divided.
Jiang Yecheng was somewhat taken aback by the closeness between Ji Qinghe and Shen Qianzhan and tentatively asked, "Qianzhan, are you and Mr. Ji collaborating?"
Although Shen Qianzhan understood Jiang Yecheng's behavior of privately seeking alternatives, she felt no less disgusted by his lack of contractual integrity. She kept her guard up, saying only half of what she meant: "Mr. Ji is the only one who has inherited Old Master Ji's legacy. Do you think I'd let him slip away?"
Jiang Yecheng's eyes flickered with approval.
Unable to discern Jiang Yecheng's true thoughts, Shen Qianzhan simply took it as praise and raised her glass with a smile to toast Ji Qinghe: "I should thank Mr. Ji for his trust in me. Shall we have a drink?"
Ji Qinghe didn't move. He didn't even spare a glance for anyone else, focusing solely on reprimanding Shen Qianzhan: "Forgot again? I don't do..."
Before he could finish, Shen Qianzhan immediately set down her wine glass and poured a cup of tea: "I'm a mundane person."
She took a small sip. The slightly bitter tea, with its lingering sweetness, was a bit too hot. After barely tasting it, she set it down and added the second half of her sentence: "I only know how to drink wine and recite poetry. With tea... I can't recite anything."
Her words seemed to hit a funny bone for Shao Chouxi, who clapped his hands and laughed heartily, saying, "I've long heard that Producer Shen is an interesting person. It's a pity I've never had the chance to have a deeper conversation. If we have the opportunity to collaborate in the future, I hope to get to know the interesting soul of Producer Shen."
Shen Qianzhan smiled modestly, seizing the opportunity to steer the conversation toward the topic she had intended to discuss with him that evening.
Ji Qinghe glanced up, seemingly unintentionally, at Shao Chouxi, and said nothing more.Around ten o'clock, Shen Qianzhan excused herself, claiming she couldn't handle any more alcohol. Not wanting to delay the important matter with Ji Qinghe, she decided to leave first.
Jian Xin could easily see that she had achieved her goal for the evening and was now preparing to make her exit. Jian Xin was so frustrated she could barely contain herself, wanting to mock her and knock her down a peg. Just as the words were about to leave her lips, she suddenly felt a gaze fall upon her face.
By the time she looked up to find its source, the gaze had shifted away, disappearing without a trace.
With a bellyful of bitter words still stuck in her throat, she watched as Jiang Yecheng and the two directors took their turns bidding farewell.
Jian Xin was seething with anger, her dantian practically about to explode. Unable to hold back, the words spilled out: "Producer Shen always puts on such a show of being dedicated and professional. One of these days, you'll have to teach me how to use that dedication to charm all those wealthy young men from the east and west districts into asking their parents for money to invest in your dramas."
Shen Qianzhan had been waiting for a peaceful end to the gathering. Hearing this, her smile faded, and her response was cold, like pouring a basin of glass shards over someone's head: "I can't teach that. We can exchange experiences, but I can't teach someone with a bad heart. If Producer Jian doesn't fix this bad-hearted habit of hers, I'm afraid she'll keep failing project after project."
Her words were light and airy, as if she didn't care at all about the malicious insinuations in Jian Xin's remarks.
For a moment, the private room fell silent.
No one had expected Producer Jian to suddenly tear off the mask just as the gathering was about to end.
Just as everyone was so embarrassed they were about to flee, Ji Qinghe casually remarked, as if unintentionally: "I've heard this evaluation of Producer Shen's dedication more than once. Besides the positive ones, there seem to be some other labels..." His gaze was indifferent, with a faint, ambiguous smile: "Quite interesting?"
Shen Qianzhan didn't dare respond.
She had initially thought Ji Qinghe was coming to her rescue, but it turned out this dog of a man was setting a trap.
Unfazed by Shen Qianzhan's refusal to engage, the smile at the corner of his lips deepened: "Though flirtatious, never mixing in personal feelings?"
The table full of people who had been desperately searching for excuses to leave immediately and naturally sat back down, subtly probing: "What does Mr. Ji mean?"
Shen Qianzhan's reputation for being flirtatious was well-known, and most of those present had heard about it.
Just like discussing celebrity gossip, no matter who brought it up, everyone found it fascinating.
Ji Qinghe remained expressionless, while only Su Zan, biting his finger in the corner, secretly laughed heartily, fully aware of what was happening.
Shen Qianzhan, you've finally met your match today!
He was overjoyed, watching as Shen Qianzhan was about to be taken down by two people today. But Ji Qinghe had no intention of elaborating further, smiling gently as he said: "I was just confirming."
Jiang Yecheng, well aware of Ji Qinghe's strict requirements for the character and work ethic of his partners, didn't doubt him.
Only the teased Shen Qianzhan silently dropped a fierce threat: "Dog man, just you wait."
Author's Note: Let's postpone the long review prize drawing by one day. I'll sort things out tonight~ Thanks for understanding, thanks, little cuties!
Recommending Luo Ri Qiang Wei's already completed rebirth/time-travel novel, it's ripe for catching up!
"Fu Niang (Rebirth Time-Travel)"—
Qin Ya, a noblewoman from a prestigious family, suddenly fell ill and died, only to be reborn as Tao Shanxing, a foolish girl from a humble household.
Bound by a ghost marriage contract, she married into the Mu family, the wealthiest in Tongshui, becoming Mu Xibai's wife.
But he carried old love in his heart, harboring a white moonlight in his chest—their marriage was nothing but a muddled union.
Since they couldn't live in harmony as husband and wife, nor could they treat each other with respect, then divorce it was.
In Mu Xibai's heart, there was a drop of untouchable cinnabar blood.
That person, radiant as a rose, was originally a blazing sun he couldn't hope to reach, yet by a twist of fate, she became engaged to him.
But in the end, it was not meant to be—to refuse the marriage, she shaved her head and became a nun, unwilling to marry the Mu family's prodigal son.
In his twenty-third year, she died of illness at Nanhua Nunnery, while he was forced into marriage, taking another as his wife.
He ruined her entire life.
[The first time she married him, it was merely a ghost marriage; the second time she married him, it was finally for love.]
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