Fang Xihe was so excited that she hiccupped.
She didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed.
Grabbing Shang Chenzhou’s arm, she asked, “Why are we suddenly getting divorced? We’ve only been married for two weeks.”
Damn it, she had thought Shang Chenzhou prepared this table to celebrate their two-week anniversary.
She had read too much into it.
This was the last dinner!
Shang Chenzhou pulled her hand away, his attitude cold.
“Earlier, I didn’t think things through. Now I’ve calmed down and realized there are problems between us. Fortunately, it’s not too late. Divorce is the best solution.”
Fang Xihe was speechless and angry.
Her face flushed red.
“Shang Chenzhou, you were the one who proposed marriage, and now you’re the one proposing divorce. Are you toying with me?”
Shang Chenzhou looked at her deeply.
“You didn’t like me in the first place, did you?”
Fang Xihe froze.
Had Shang Chenzhou heard or seen something?
Or had Chen Feng and Zhang Junhua provoked him?
Or had his “male lead consciousness” awakened, the gears of fate begun to turn, and he realized he didn’t like the original owner?
Fang Xihe felt a headache coming on.
Could it be that she couldn’t change her fate as a cannon-fodder supporting female character, unable to escape a tragic ending?
No. Since they were already married, even if they were going to divorce, it had to wait until Shang Chenzhou returned to the wealthy family and became the crown prince of the capital circle.
Divorcing now would be too much of a loss.
She could make way for the female lead in a “chasing wife” story—but not now.
But what should she do?
Sun Shasha’s words surfaced in Fang Xihe’s mind.
Men are easy to coax—kiss them, hug them, push them down.
Fang Xihe stared at Shang Chenzhou’s profile, her heart pounding nervously.
The man turned his head away, refusing to look at her, appearing very cold.
Fang Xihe wondered if this was required by the novel’s plot—her role as the supporting character with the male lead was ending here.
No, she didn’t want a divorce like this.
Her dream of becoming a rich woman hadn’t come true yet.
Since she had already transmigrated into a novel, she might as well be bold once.
She moved to Shang Chenzhou’s side and softly called, “Shang Chenzhou.”
Then she cupped his face with both hands, turned him toward her, and lowered her head to kiss him.
Fang Xihe truly admired herself—both times she had been the one to take the initiative.
Shang Chenzhou didn’t expect this move and froze in place.
Recalling short videos she had watched before, Fang Xihe opened her mouth and bit his upper lip.
Shang Chenzhou’s eyes darkened. He pulled Fang Xihe away and stared at her deeply.
“What are you doing?”
His voice was hoarse and low.
Fang Xihe shamelessly said, “Didn’t you doubt my sincerity? I’m proving I like you with actions.”
Shang Chenzhou’s pupils contracted slightly as he looked at her meaningfully, as if trying to see through her completely.
Fang Xihe thought he really wasn’t easy to fool. Without putting in some effort, he wouldn’t believe she liked him.
Fine, she would try Sun Shasha’s method.
Maybe it would work.
She broke free from Shang Chenzhou’s hand, cupped his face again, and leaned in once more.
Shang Chenzhou suddenly stood up and stepped aside, increasing the distance between them.
“Xihe, calm down.”
“I am very calm,” Fang Xihe replied.
Shang Chenzhou pressed his fingers to his brow. “I hope you think it through carefully. This is the last chance I’m giving you. If you don’t divorce now, there won’t be another chance in the future.”
Fang Xihe said, “I’ve thought it through. I won’t divorce.”
But in her heart she thought: once you meet the female lead, you’ll be slapped in the face.
As she spoke, Fang Xihe tried to pounce on him again.
She didn’t even know when her skin had become this thick.
Shang Chenzhou picked up his coat and walked toward the door.
“I’ll stay at the company these two days. Calm down and think before you give me your answer.”
Without waiting for Fang Xihe to respond, he opened the door and left.
Fang Xihe sat down in frustration.
How did things end up like this?
She sat gloomily for a while, then got up to wash the dishes.
The next morning, Fang Xihe went to work and stood waiting for the elevator.
Two minutes later, the elevator arrived with a “ding” and the doors opened.
Inside stood a man whose head was wrapped in bandages, one arm in a plaster cast hanging in a sling.
He looked quite terrifying.
Fang Xihe was startled and didn’t step in.
Judging from his clothes, it should be a man. The other party, upon seeing her, took two steps back with frightened eyes, looking even more afraid of her.
Then he carefully stuck to the elevator door, hopped out, and limped away as if a ghost was chasing him.
Fang Xihe saw him enter the unit next door.
She immediately understood.
That person… was the short, fat man next door.
Were his injuries caused by Shang Chenzhou?
But since he was at fault first and didn’t dare call the police, he deserved the beating.
Fang Xihe pondered for two seconds and stepped into the elevator.
All the way, she kept thinking about how to save this marriage.
After all, she was just cannon fodder in the male and female leads’ love line; having a little selfish motive wasn’t too much.
Once she got the money, she would definitely stay far away from the main characters and never interfere.
Right now, the most important thing was to make Shang Chenzhou believe she liked him and not divorce her for the moment.
All morning, Fang Xihe was distracted. While serving a client, she made a mistake and was called into the office by Zhao Jing and scolded.
“Fang Xihe, you’re getting full of yourself just because I praised you once? Starting to slack off again?”
Fang Xihe obediently admitted her mistake.
“Sorry, Manager Zhao. I’ll pay more attention next time.”
Seeing her good attitude, Zhao Jing didn’t say anything more.
At lunchtime, Sun Shasha sat next to Fang Xihe with her meal and asked, “What’s wrong with you today? You seem out of it.”
Fang Xihe sighed and looked at her. “You’ve been with your boyfriend for many years. Do you two argue?”
Sun Shasha replied, “Of course we argue. Which couple doesn’t? I’ve never seen one that doesn’t.”
Fang Xihe asked, “If you made your boyfriend angry, how would you normally coax him?”
Sun Shasha exclaimed, “Did you make your boyfriend angry again?”
Fang Xihe pressed her temple.
Exactly. Why was she so unlucky, always making Shang Chenzhou angry and always having to coax him?
What sin had she committed in her past life?
So exhausting.
She said, “Don’t worry about that. Just tell me how to coax him.”
Sun Shasha said, “Didn’t I already tell you last time? Kiss him, hug him, push him down.”
Fang Xihe asked, “What if he won’t let me kiss, hug, or push him down?”
Right now, Shang Chenzhou was avoiding her. She couldn’t even get close.
Sun Shasha looked at her sympathetically. “Is your boyfriend that hard to coax?”
“Choosing a handsome one is troublesome. They have bad tempers and get angry easily.”
Fang Xihe pressed her lips together.
She didn’t know how to explain it to Sun Shasha.
It was too complicated.
Fang Xihe placed her hope on her again. “Do you really have no solution?”
Sun Shasha rested her chin on her hand and thought for a moment.
“There’s no great method. It’s all about being thick-skinned. If you really like your boyfriend, then just take the initiative.”
“Throw yourself at him relentlessly, surprise him, make him feel that you only have him in your eyes and heart, and can’t live without him.”
Fang Xihe paused and said, “You mean I should become lovesick?”