“If this is what you want, I’ll grant it to you.”
The cold, hard voice was like a blade tempered with frost.
A sheet of paper drifted lightly down in front of Fang Muyu.
On the yellowed paper, the bold characters “Divorce Application Report” stood out starkly.
At the bottom, the man had already signed his name.
In an instant, the tall, broad-shouldered, narrow-waisted figure in white disappeared through the doorway.
“Fine, let’s divorce. Whoever backs out is a dog.”
Fang Muyu, who had been sitting on the sofa, sprang to her feet, her almond-shaped eyes wide and her cheeks flushed red.
“You think I care about staying with you? Looking at your icy face every day drives me crazy!”
“If it weren’t for my family’s persuasion back then, would I have married a block of ice like you?”
Soon, the three characters of “Fang Muyu” were written down with a willful flourish.
As the final stroke was completed, Fang Muyu froze in place. Unbidden, the plot of a novel titled *Seventies: Secret Love Comes True, Spoiled by the Stoic Big Shot* flashed into her mind.
The male lead in the novel was none other than her icy ex-husband, Lu Yancheng.
The female lead was a gentle, considerate military doctor who had secretly loved the male lead for a long time—and she was also Fang Muyu’s own burdensome stepsister, Gu Shiyi.
As for Fang Muyu herself, she was the short-lived, malicious supporting female character in the book.
As a child, she bullied and mistreated the female lead, hiding and tearing up her textbooks, stealing her pocket money, and pushing her into the river.
As an adult, she stole the male lead from her, reported her for hoarding cultural relics, and framed her for adultery…
Naturally, her fate was utterly miserable.
After divorcing the male lead, she was swindled out of all her money by the smooth-talking scoundrel Ji Mingyuan.
For his own gain, the scoundrel drugged her and sent her to the beds of all sorts of men.
After contracting a disease, she was squeezed dry of her last bit of value and sold into the deep mountains, where she was tortured to death.
And even death wasn’t enough…
Gu Shiyi, beautiful and kind-hearted, sadly avenged her and then donated her inheritance to the country, earning widespread praise.
“To hell with that!”
Fang Muyu gritted her teeth and cursed, the fury in her chest feeling as if it could burn the whole house down.
She had bullied Gu Shiyi since childhood?
She’d wanted to, but her old father had talked her out of it.
Hidden and torn up her textbooks?
She was an outstanding student who wouldn’t even glance at a slacker’s books, afraid of turning stupid herself.
Stolen her hard-saved pocket money?
What a joke! The pocket money her grandparents and uncles gave her was enough to buy a house, not to mention the considerable inheritance left by her late mother.
Pushed her into the river?
If she wanted Gu Shiyi dead by midnight, who could keep her alive till dawn?
Stole her fiancé?
With her fair skin, beautiful looks, long legs, talent, and wealth—would she need to steal? Clearly, it was Lu Yancheng who had been coveting her for a long time!
She treated Gu Shiyi like air, did nothing, and still ended up the malicious supporting character?
Gu Shiyi played the innocent, fragile, pitiful little white flower in front of others but schemed behind their backs, doing every bad deed imaginable—what did that make her?
Fang Muyu laughed in anger.
She had seen how difficult things were for her old man and, for the sake of family peace, had pretended to be generous, foolish, and naive…
But people really do think the soft are easy to bully.
The smile on Fang Muyu’s lips was dripping with sarcasm.
Since everyone said she was malicious, how could she keep pretending to be weak?
This role of the malicious supporting character—she’d live up to it in every way!
*Knock, knock, knock!*
A knock came from the door.
A slender, delicate-looking man with a gentle demeanor, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, pushed the half-open door and entered, his expression anxious.
“Xiao Yu, I just saw Lu Yancheng storming off in a rage. Are you alright?”
Fang Muyu noticed the scumbag’s expression darken, a flash of malice flickering in his eyes.
She had never given Ji Mingyuan a friendly look, so how had she ended up tangled up with him?
Perfect timing—or rather, perfect opportunity.
Just what she needed, with all this pent-up anger and nowhere to vent it.
When Ji Mingyuan caught sight of the divorce papers on the table in front of Fang Muyu, a gleam of delight flashed in his eyes. “This… this… Xiao Yu, don’t worry. Since you’re divorcing for my sake, I’ll definitely take responsibility for you. We know each other so well, and my feelings for you are as clear as the sun and moon. I promise I’ll treat you well for the rest of my life.”
Ji Mingyuan gazed affectionately at Fang Muyu and, without waiting for her reaction, slowly moved closer.
“Once your father hands over the factory director position to me, you’ll be the factory director’s wife.”
“If you like Western-style houses, we’ll live in one.”
“If you enjoy shopping at the department store, I’ll take you there every day.”
Just as his lecherous hand was about to touch Fang Muyu’s shoulder—
*Smack!*
A slap landed on Ji Mingyuan’s hand.
“Sorry, there was a fly on your hand.”
“Oh, there’s another one here.”
“And here too.”
With an icy expression, Fang Muyu grabbed the fly swatter and swung it forcefully at Ji Mingyuan, landing several consecutive blows.
The delicate-skinned Ji Mingyuan instantly had several red welts swelling on his cheeks, and the back of his hand turned purple and bruised, oozing blood.
A flash of fury flickered in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.
When he caught a glimpse of a corner of clothing faintly visible at the doorway, Ji Mingyuan, who had been dodging all along, suddenly lunged forward, wrapping Fang Muyu in a bear hug.
*Hmph~*
Fang Muyu curled her lips into a cold smile, her eyes sharp and ruthless.
She clenched her fist and delivered a powerful blow to Ji Mingyuan’s stomach. Then, lifting her foot, she drove the pointed toe of her high heel straight into his crotch.
“Ah!”
Ji Mingyuan curled up in pain like a shrimp.
“Sister, how could you do something so disloyal to Brother Lu!”
A sharp, piercing female voice happened to ring out at the doorway.
The newcomer was none other than her beautiful, kind-hearted younger sister—Gu Shiyi.
Fang Muyu slowly turned around, her eyebrows raised, and flashed Gu Shiyi a cold, mocking smile.
“Little sister, your taste isn’t very good, is it? The man you picked went soft before he even touched me.”
Gu Shiyi froze in place.
Ji Mingyuan even forgot his pain, his face filled with terror.
“You know I’ve always had a bad temper.”
Fang Muyu lifted her foot and stepped closer to Gu Shiyi, one step at a time, looking down at her from above.
“How do you spell the word ‘reputation’? I’ll be waiting for you to kneel down and ask me.”
Gu Shiyi broke out in a cold sweat instantly, but she forced herself to stay calm.
“Sister, it wasn’t me. You’ve misunderstood. I only acted impulsively because I heard Aunt Wang next door say something… Since Brother Ji is here, I’m relieved. I have to get to work, so I’ll be going now.”
Gu Shiyi ran off faster than a rabbit.
Ji Mingyuan also snapped back to reality and quickly tried to smooth things over.
“Xiao Yu, it was my fault earlier—I slipped accidentally. Since there are so many flies in the room, you should clean up first. I’ll come back to see you later.”
With those words, Ji Mingyuan fled even faster than a rabbit.
Fang Muyu watched the pair of scoundrels leave without moving.
Suddenly, she bent over and retched violently…
Once the wave of nausea passed, Fang Muyu stared coldly at the divorce papers lying on the coffee table.
In the book, after her divorce, she had unknowingly been pregnant with Lu Yancheng’s child. It wasn’t until she miscarried from overexertion in bed that she found out…
She had only been with Lu Yancheng once—on their wedding night.
Who would have thought that the man who left her unable to get out of bed for three days was so formidable, hitting the mark with a single strike.
This child wasn’t hers alone—why should she suffer while that ice-cold face did nothing and got to be a father for free?
Fang Muyu made up her mind in an instant.
She was going to find the father of her child.
Divorce? No problem.
But first, they had to settle the matter of the child.
Since it was their child, she would carry it, and he would take care of her.
No one was getting off easy!