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."
Mia tilted her chin. She glanced at the man standing in front of her.
The sky was gradually darkening but under the dim lights of the lamp post, she could see his face. One of his hands was tucked inside his pockets as he looked at her.
She did not know if the lights were playing tricks on her or if he really looked a bit disheveled, unlike his usual proper President self. There were apparent dark circles under his eyes and his hair was in a mess. The top buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned giving her a clear glimpse of his chest.
Mia tried to avert her gaze but her gaze was stubborn, lingering there persistently and indecently taking in the sight until the man moved.
The realization of being caught red-handed dawned on her and Mia immediately straightened up. She laughed awkwardly, ''You want your shirt?"
Han Jian Yu noticed how hoarse her voice was, ''What do you think?" He stepped closer towards her.