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."
As she took a bite of the burger, she noticed that the people who entered the café would look at them before going inside.
She glanced at Jun Zixuan. Dressed in the black hoodie and blue jeans, his ash-blonde hair was lying messily on his forehead as it framed the upper half of his face but he looked hot from head to toe.
He was a sight that made the women 'stop and stare'.
She then looked at herself. She looked like a dumpling in his clothes. The jeans were loose and he had to fold them near the ankles. The hoodie was so oversized that it reached below her thighs and she had the hood on her head. Sitting beside this male god, she looked rather weird.
"Sir, here is your other order," A waitress came to their table, placing a cup on it.
Jun Zixuan placed some dollar bills beneath the menu before he stood up.
He glanced at her meaningfully as extended his elbow towards her.
She hooked her right hand around his elbow as she stood up.