Jin Han had just parked his luxury car on the lawn in front of the Mingshui Bay villa when his phone buzzed with a message from Nathaniel Fu.
She actually went to Celia's place?
He stepped inside, and the maid immediately greeted him."Young Master, you're back."
This villa at Mingshui Bay had been his marital home with Xia Xiaofu. In truth, they had only spent one night here—the night of their wedding.
Jin Han's eyes swept across the silent, empty space."Has the Young Madam been back recently?"
"Young Master, ever since you left two years ago, the Young Madam also moved out. She hasn't returned once. But last night, she sent me a letter."
The maid held out an envelope.
Jin Han took it, tore it open, and his gaze darkened.
Inside was a divorce agreement.
The words seemed to glare at him from the page. His elegant brows drew together as he read:
Both parties agree to divorce, effective immediately. The reason: the husband, Jin Han, is in poor health. Since their marriage, he has left the wife, Xia Xiaofu, to live as a widow. Unable to accept a sexless marriage, she is therefore seeking divorce.
I express sympathy for the husband's condition and will leave the marriage without taking any property. I leave money for his medical treatment and sincerely wish him a full recovery.
At the bottom was her flamboyant signature—Xia Xiaofu—written with almost celebratory flourish.
Behind his gold-rimmed glasses, Jin Han's eyes turned icy. With a few sharp rips, he shredded the document and tossed it into the trash.
He pulled out his phone, scrolled to the number saved as Mrs. Jin, and dialed.
The melodic ringtone played once before being answered, her voice drifting lazily through the speaker."Hello, Mr. Jin~"
Her voice was always like this—soft, languid, and teasing, as though every word was a half-hearted seduction.
"Mrs. Jin," Jin Han said coldly, "what is the meaning of this divorce agreement?"
"Divorce, of course. Don't you want to divorce me?"
"No."
The single word landed like a hammer—blunt, absolute. Xia Xiaofu froze for a moment.
Then she laughed lightly. "Oh, come on, Mr. Jin. You've been a complete failure these past two years—watching helplessly as Yara Lu got engaged to your good friend, Nathaniel Fu. And now what? You want to crawl back to me?"
She gasped in mock horror. "Please! Don't come near me. We're all princesses here, and anything Yara Lu rejects, I wouldn't touch either!"
Jin Han: "…"
At that moment, Xia Xiaofu was still livestreaming with her phone on speaker. Celia, sitting beside her, heard every word.
Unable to resist, Celia gave her a discreet thumbs-up.
Xiaofu waved it off with mock modesty. "No big deal." She was about to hang up when—
On the other end of the line, Jin Han suddenly chuckled, low and dangerous."Mrs. Jin, I admit I've been tied up with company matters these past two years and neglected you. If intimacy is what you want, you could just say so. There's no need to play hard to get to draw my attention."
Xia Xiaofu: "…"
What on earth was he talking about?
Before she could respond, two cold beeps cut her off. He had hung up.
Celia burst out laughing. "Xiaofu, I swear I was just listening in. Since when did this turn into a paid feature?"
Xiaofu scoffed. "Who's trying to attract the attention of that arrogant idiot?"
Shoving her phone away, she hooked her arm through Celia's."Come on. President Fu's hotel is legendary—rooftop helipad, natural hot springs, banquet halls like a palace, even a private underground bar. Tonight, I'm treating you. Let's go have some fun."