Soft light streamed down from above, illuminating Jian Ruoxi's body, which was covered in hickeys.

The air still held the lingering ambiguity of the afterglow of pleasure.

Looking at the hazy, tall figure in the bathroom, Jian Ruoxi smiled, her beautiful eyes overflowing with deep affection.

Thinking about her earlier madness, her face flushed slightly.

Even after being married to Lu Shen for three years, Jian Ruoxi still gets shy like a young girl every time they make love.

Estimating that it was about time, Jian Ruoxi quickly put on her pajamas, took Lu Shen's robe, and waited at the door as usual.

Five minutes later, the door opened, and Lu Shen, wrapped in a bath towel, walked out.

His tall stature, smooth lines, and bulging veins on his arms exuded a unique masculine power.

His handsome face was flushed slightly by the warm steam, making his usually cold and resolute face look a little softer.

He took the bathrobe from Jian Ruoxi's hand, walked to the sofa, and took out a small box wrapped in high-grade velvet.

"Happy birthday, Ruoxi."

Lu Shen's voice was deep and cold, yet indescribably pleasant to the ear.

Although Lu Shen would give her a gift every birthday, Jian Ruoxi was still filled with surprise and joy.

Lu Shen was already sitting on the sofa, skillfully lighting a cigarette.

Pale blue smoke swirled around his slender fingers, making his expression somewhat obscure.

Ignoring his expression, Jian Ruoxi said happily, "Thank you, husband."

Lu Shen exhaled a puff of smoke and said in a calm voice, "Don't call me by those two words anymore."

"Huh?" Jian Ruoxi didn't understand what he meant for a moment.

Lu Shen looked at her, his voice becoming even softer.

"Ruoxi, let's get a divorce."

Jian Ruoxi's fingers trembled, and the box fell to the ground with a thud.

A necklace set with blue gemstones fell out of the box.

The metal scraped against the ground, producing an extremely piercing sound.

"Why?"

She forced back the tears welling in her eyes and asked in a trembling voice.

Lu Shen said calmly, "An Ran is coming back soon."

Jian Ruoxi bit her lip hard, even though his wild aura still lingered on it.

Lu Shen took out a card and placed it on the table.

"Don't worry, I won't treat you unfairly. There's ten million here, and the house is yours too."

Hearing these emotionless words, Jian Ruoxi trembled slightly, and her vision blurred.

Yes, she did know that Li Anran was coming back.

She knew that Li Anran had always been Lu Shen's heart and soul, someone no one could touch, yet she still clung to a sliver of hope that Lu Shen couldn't possibly have no feelings for her over the past three years.

After all... they've always been very harmonious in bed.

However, by this time, her beautiful dream had been completely shattered.

"Not enough?"

Lu Shen raised his narrow eyes, a hint of displeasure in them.

"You should know that my marriage to you was my grandfather's idea, and now, my grandfather has passed away."

The implication was that he was no longer bound by any constraints.

Jian Ruoxi forced back the tears that were about to spill from her eyes; she didn't want anyone to see her vulnerability.

Especially Lu Shen.

"I know."

These three words seemed to have exhausted all her strength.

Lu Shen stood up and, as usual, reached out and ruffled her hair.

The tone softened somewhat.

"Good to know. Secretary Liu will come to pick up my clothes first thing tomorrow morning."

Watching his tall, slender back, Jian Ruoxi gripped the hem of her clothes tightly and mustered her courage to ask, "Are you leaving now?"

Lu Shen said without turning his head, "An Ran will get off the plane at three in the morning."

These words struck Jian Ruoxi like a hammer blow to her heart, causing her excruciating pain.

It took her a full minute before she lowered her head and said, "Drive carefully."

Lu Shen had already changed into a suit and came to the entrance hall.

He glanced at Jian Ruoxi, who was standing in the middle of the ground with her head down, and his sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Get some rest.

The door slammed shut.

The sound of a car starting came from downstairs, and after a moment, silence returned.

Jian Ruoxi numbly turned her body and mechanically sat down on the sofa.

My face felt icy cold.

She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help it no matter what she said.

Fortunately, no one was around now, so she didn't need to pretend to be strong anymore and simply lay down on the sofa and cried her heart out.

It wasn't until the sky began to lighten with the first light of dawn that Jian Ruoxi stood up, like a walking corpse.

The bathroom mirror reflected a pair of swollen, red eyes, with a row of heavy teeth marks on the lower lip, and blood seeping from the edges.

Looking at herself like this, Jian Ruoxi gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Even if she bites her lips raw, Lu Shen won't come back.

Why torture yourself?

I splashed some cold water on my face to clear my head a little.

Then I packed a few of my favorite clothes, took the bank card, and went downstairs.

Since you've broken up, there's no need to be dramatic.

She would take the money; after all, Lu Shen was worth billions and wouldn't be short of it. As for the house, she didn't need it.

Every corner bears the marks of their past lovemaking, and she fears she might not be able to resist.

He glanced longingly at the mansion where he had lived for three years, then picked up his suitcase and hurried downstairs.

When I opened the door, I saw Secretary Liu.

"Young Madam..."

Looking at Jian Ruoxi's swollen eyes, Secretary Liu felt a pang of pity.

Jian Ruoxi smiled serenely.

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