1 – The Contract Has Expired, It’s Time for Us to Divorce
Luo Xingchen never would have imagined that Fu Jingxiao, who usually appeared so impeccably dressed, cold, and aloof, could be so domineering and passionate in bed.
Too much of anything is too much, and Luo Xingchen truly couldn’t take it anymore.
“Husband, we…”
Her words were sealed off by the man’s forceful kiss. A moment later, accompanied by his heavy breathing, a cool voice sounded by her ear.
“The contract term is up. We should get divorced!”
In an instant, Luo Xingchen felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, cold from head to toe. Her fingers were so stiff they couldn’t bend, and her heart ached so badly that even breathing hurt.
Watching the man’s handsome figure walk toward the bathroom, a self-mocking smile surfaced in Luo Xingchen’s eyes.
How did he manage to be so intimately entangled with her one second, and then talk about divorce the next as if nothing had happened?
The moment the bathroom door closed, the woman’s furious voice came from outside.
“Fu Jingxiao, if you’d already decided to divorce me, why did you sleep with me last night? Sleeping with me and then divorcing me—how can you be so heartless, so cruel…”
Then came the sounds of crashing and smashing from outside.
Twenty minutes later, Fu Jingxiao opened the bathroom door. Looking at the bedroom that had been wrecked like a disaster scene, a flicker of anger rose on his handsome, otherworldly face.
He was just about to confront Luo Xingchen when a figure darted out from the side, pounced at his feet, wrapped her arms around his injured calf, and began wailing as she clawed at his wound.
“Fu Jingxiao, I won’t divorce you! Even if it kills me, I refuse to divorce you!”
The wound burned with pain from her nails, and Fu Jingxiao’s handsome face turned so cold it could drip frost.
“Luo Xingchen, let go! Let go right now!”
But no matter how he shook his leg, the woman clung to it like a sloth, refusing to release her grip.
This woman was definitely getting revenge on him for bringing up divorce, deliberately clawing at his wound.
…Two hours later!
“Luo Xingchen, we signed the contract two years ago—divorce once the two years were up. The contract also clearly states that I have the right to exercise a husband’s privileges. As my lawful wife, isn’t it only natural, reasonable, and legal for me to sleep with her? How can you go back on your word and refuse to divorce me?”
Fu Jingxiao sat in a chair, looking down at Luo Xingchen, who lay sprawled on the floor hugging his legs and crying for two full hours, and asked in a voice devoid of any warmth.
“I don’t care! You ruined my innocence, and now I can’t use my clean reputation to find a good man and live a life of wealth and luxury. You have to take responsibility for the rest of my life! Waaah…” Luo Xingchen burst into loud sobs again.
Although her crying sounded heartbroken, she simply couldn’t squeeze out any more tears.
So as she lay on the floor, she secretly dabbed a finger coated with the secret concoction at the corner of her eye again. Her strongly stimulated eyes instantly streamed with tears like flowing water.
Fu Jingxiao was so enraged by Luo Xingchen’s words that the veins on his forehead bulged!
Before the divorce was even finalized, she was already thinking about remarrying!
Fine. Very good. Just perfect!
“Take responsibility for you? That’s impossible. Go ahead—what exactly will it take for you to agree to the divorce?” Fu Jingxiao had exhausted his patience, and a terrifying frost spread across his handsome face.
After two hours of stalemate, Luo Xingchen knew that Fu Jingxiao’s disgust toward her had reached its limit.
Now was the perfect time to negotiate, so she released his leg and sat up from the floor.
“If you agree to my conditions, I’ll go to the civil affairs bureau with you and divorce you!”
“What conditions?”
“This villa goes to me, plus one percent of Fu Corporation’s shares converted into cash and deposited into my account, and the property on Mingyang Road…”
As Luo Xingchen listed condition after condition, Fu Jingxiao’s face grew colder and darker…
“Forget everything else—one percent of Fu Corporation’s shares alone is worth two billion. With an appetite that big, don’t you think you’re being rather shameless?”
He had always believed that Luo Xingchen, having grown up in a Buddhist nunnery since childhood, was a woman who didn’t fight or compete, indifferent to fame and fortune.
He never expected her true face to be so greedy.
“Judging by what my dear husband just said, you don’t agree to my conditions? In that case, I’ll go negotiate with Grandmother instead. Who knows, the old lady might even double what I asked for!” Luo Xingchen said with a smile, then stood up to leave.
“Stop right there!” Fu Jingxiao barked coldly.
“Does my dear husband also think it’s not worth troubling Grandmother over such a small sum of money?” Luo Xingchen turned around and smiled at Fu Jingxiao.
Her masters had taught her when she was young to always protect herself to the best of her ability and fight for what she deserved.
So Luo Xingchen felt that since Fu Jingxiao was divorcing her, fighting for what was rightfully hers was nothing to be ashamed of.
Walking away empty-handed with dignity? That was not something she wanted to do.
“You’re absolutely right!”
Fu Jingxiao took out his phone and made a call, relaying Luo Xingchen’s demands to his special assistant, Xiao Kai.
“President Fu, you prepared a ten-billion divorce settlement, and Madam is only asking for three billion. A good woman like Madam, who treats money like dirt, who is so kind, so considerate of your wallet—there are so few like her. President Fu, are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?” Xiao Kai’s shocked voice came through the phone.
“Cut the crap. Prepare the agreement and wait for me at the civil affairs bureau!”
“Yes, President Fu.”
Trading a watermelon for a sesame seed—that was exactly what the “kind woman who treats money like dirt” in Xiao Kai’s words had done herself.
This woman had cried and carried on for so long, only to ask for three billion. If she found out he had prepared a ten-billion divorce settlement for her, would she regret it so much that she’d kneel before him in public, begging him to give her the rest?
He couldn’t wait to see her groveling at his feet like before.
“Can we go to the civil affairs bureau now?” Fu Jingxiao asked, his voice devoid of any warmth.
“Dear husband, wait for me downstairs for a bit. I’ll come down as soon as I’ve changed!” Luo Xingchen said with a sweet smile.
“You’ve played the ‘devoted wife’ for two years. If you’re not tired of it, I’m tired for you. We’re about to get divorced, so there’s no need to keep up the act.” Fu Jingxiao said with disdain, then stood up and left.
The door slammed shut with a loud “bang,” and Luo Xingchen collapsed onto the bed like a deflated ball.
Before she turned twenty, she had lived happily and carefree in the nunnery on Qingyun Mountain, surrounded by her master and senior sisters.
On her twentieth birthday, Old Master Fu came to the nunnery, and only then did she learn that before her mother passed away, she had not only entrusted her to the nunnery but had also arranged a betrothal for her to a man seven years her senior.
Fu Jingxiao wanted his grandfather, who was in the late stages of cancer, to pass away in peace, and she wanted to fulfill her mother’s dying wish—so they entered into a marriage of agreement.
Their marriage didn’t begin with love, but Luo Xingchen felt that since it was her mother’s dying wish, she should do her best to give it a happy ending.
So for the past two years, whether as his wife or his secretary, she had strived to be absolutely flawless.
In the end, she still lost!
Mom, I’m sorry. I couldn’t fulfill your dying wish. I’ve let you down.
……
Downstairs, Fu Jingxiao sat on the sofa, replaying Luo Xingchen’s words in his mind, the fury in his heart burning hotter and hotter.
That woman didn’t want to divorce him simply because he’d taken her virginity, and she figured she’d have a hard time finding another man.
If he’d known she was so scheming, he wouldn’t have gone through all that trouble last night to come back to her for the antidote.
At the thought, the wild scenes from last night surfaced in Fu Jingxiao’s mind once again.
In the bathroom, on the sofa, on the big bed—she was like an elf of the night, both innocent and seductive, driving him mad with the desire to possess everything about her.
If he’d known that the aphrodisiac’s effects hid a poisoned blade, he would rather have died from his veins bursting than touched that woman.
Just as Fu Jingxiao was stewing in regret, a “clack clack clack” of footsteps sounded.
Luo Xingchen came downstairs dressed like a little street punk—in a black leather jacket and leather pants, wearing smoky eye makeup, her hair in braids tied with colorful strings, and ten-centimeter Martin boots on her feet.
“What the hell are you dressed like that for?” Fu Jingxiao asked with a displeased frown.
“You’re the one who said watching me put on an act was exhausting. So you wouldn’t get tired, I decided not to bother pretending anymore. You were right—it’s more comfortable to be my real self!” Luo Xingchen said with a cocky expression, blowing a big white bubble with her gum.
Just as the bubble grew to the point where Fu Jingxiao thought it would burst all over Luo Xingchen’s face, a white thing came flying at him instead.
The bubble burst right in his face!
“Luo Xingchen, stop right there! I’m going to kill you!!” Fu Jingxiao roared in fury, wiping the gum off his face.
“Staying still makes you a sitting duck. Come get me if you dare!” Luo Xingchen, who had run to the door, made a provocative face at him.
When this woman dropped her act, she was truly asking for a beating!
By the time Fu Jingxiao rushed out the door, he saw the woman riding off on his red mecha motorcycle, leaving only her crisp voice drifting on the wind.
“Fu Jingxiao, see you at the Civil Affairs Bureau! Whoever arrives last is a turtle grandson!”
……Outside the Civil Affairs Bureau!
When Xiao Kai saw a familiar red mecha motorcycle and a black McLaren sports car pull up at the roadside at the same time, he instinctively assumed the person on the motorcycle was Fu Jingxiao and hurried toward it.
“Fu—”
The rest of the word caught in his throat when the person on the motorcycle removed their helmet.
“Y-young Madam? I-is that you?” Xiao Kai asked weakly, eyeing Luo Xingchen.