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."
''You must be kidding,'' Shi Luo froze all of a sudden as the realization dawned on her. This...was too vivid to be a dream. She sat up on the bed in a flash, pointing her finger at him, "What the fuc-" She pressed a palm on her mouth before it could vomit more profanities.
Jun Boyan's gaze trailed past her soft curves, her toned body which was sporting just her innerwear, the tips of his ears turned red as he immediately looked at her face, not letting his gaze travel lower.
Goosebumps rose on her body at a gust of cold wind, she slowly glanced at her body. Her eyes widening in horror. She glanced back at him but the man had his eyes closed, and the tips of his ears were visibly red.
She was speechless. She could not even call him a pervert. Where was she going the vent her frustration.
''Sit there. Don't look at me. I'll be back,'' She dashed inside the bathroom of the guest room and after putting on a robe, she came back to him. ''Open now.''