Enigmatic and wealthy, Jun Zixuan is the epitome of perfection. He has everything and that includes a suicidal and scheming wife whom he hates to the core until one day when she pours a glass of juice on him, her poison-laced words and countless insults following behind. That's where it starts. He could not take his eyes off her. Was he a masochist? What just happened?! With beauty, brains, and an endless bank balance, she has been living her best life until she is assassinated on her birthday. Waking up in the body of a scheming and penniless woman was more unacceptable for her and to top it off, she has a husband who happens to be her old friend. Just that, he acts like an entirely different person now. She settles on a master plan. Lose weight first, make money, get a divorce, settle the people who killed her, and find a way to go back to her brother. But wait...why is this cold and unapproachable husband acting like a white lotus? What is she going to do with her plans if this stunning husband refuses to let her go? ... "I want a divorce," She indifferently said. "Fine," the man coldly responded without any shift in his expression. One month later: "When are we getting divorced?" She asked calmly, not wanting to deal with a moody husband anymore. She just wanted to be done with her revenge first, then find her brother and live a carefree life like before. His gaze darkened, "The procedure is going on." Three months later: "Jun Zixuan, where the heck is our divorce paper?!" She finally lost her patience and snapped at him. One of his arms wrapped around her waist as he pulled her closer, "Are you that eager to leave me?" he asked, sadness flickered on his face despite that indifferent look. "Yes." "Oh? So sad," The man narrowed his eyes, his lips tilted up in a crafty smile before he continued, "The lawyers said that our case is a complicated one, it might take them a lifetime to draft the divorce papers."
His tongue peeked out licking those remains, all the while as he did not take his gaze off her, "Delicious.''
Her heart thundered in her chest and she gulped. Her dazed mind slowly cleared up as the realization of what they just did started sinking in.
Oh no!
Can the time reverse itself?
She buried her face in both her palms but realized that she was naked. From top to bottom. Completely naked.
And in a swift movement, she covered herself in the blanket, such that a single toe was not peeking out, "Good Night,'' came her soft voice.
The man sat on the bed with his elbow resting on one of his knees. His face propped on his fist, "It's morning, Love," His fingers raked inside his ash-blonde hair.
There was no reply from the woman who realized she messed up the night with the day. Could she have further embarrassed herself?
Jun Zixuan got off the bed.