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."
"I don't remember giving you the permission to disrespect her,'' He said coldly. Wiping his knuckles with a handkerchief, Jun Zixuan turned around and left without looking back at the man.
Jun Zihao stood rooted to his spot with his palm pressed on his terribly aching jaw. He did not believe it. He would never believe neither accept that a man like Jun Zixuan, with such a high position and the title of one of the most desirable men, can't get over a single woman in his life. That he was so hooked with Yu Mei Zhen or Han Mei or whatever her real identity was.
Not that she was not worthy enough to stand beside him, but men are never this loyal. Even his father had additional affairs before he married Shen Lihua. Then, how could Jun Zixuan not have women other than his girlfriend?
He walked upstairs, not noticing a shadow behind a nearby pillar.
Han Jingyi frowned, ''A birthmark?" It reminded her of something. Or more specifically someone.
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