Our original plan was that when Fu Yanshen was trying to clear his name, I would write a suicide note, symbolically take a few sleeping pills, fake a suicide attempt and be rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, thus confirming the scandal that Fu Yanshen's domestic violence and infidelity had caused me severe depression.

Instead of high-risk actions like jumping off a building.

I sat on the edge of the rooftop of a six-story apartment building. The autumn wind in Beijing was biting and chilling, tousling my hair.

I locked the fire door leading to the roof from the inside, so the police and firefighters can't get up there for a while.

“Brother Sinan, if I take sleeping pills, netizens won’t be able to see it, and some people will definitely suspect that I’m just putting on a show. Jumping off a building is different. There should be bloggers live streaming it now, right? It will be a sensation and attract attention and buzz.”

"Only then will they believe me and sympathize with me." I looked downstairs, took a deep breath, and smiled calmly.

"I saw the video of you sitting on the rooftop. You need to move to a safe distance immediately, it's very dangerous!"

Never gamble with your life!

It turns out that even gentle and refined male gods can get angry and have a bad temper.

He sounded extremely angry.

I knew that if I told him beforehand, he definitely wouldn't let me do it.

"Don't worry, Sinan, I'll be careful. I value my life. Don't be angry," I reassured him gently.

"I will urge the fire department to rescue you as soon as possible. Please be careful." He sighed slightly, and his tone softened considerably.

I hung up quickly.

There were drones flying nearby; I don't know if they were from the police, fire department, or some attention-seeking bloggers.

I opened an app, and sure enough, an internet celebrity was live-streaming my suicide attempt using a drone.

"We can see that Sheng Qiaoqiao is sitting on the edge of the rooftop. It's very dangerous. The drones don't dare to get too close to her. If they upset her... we can't afford the consequences."

I put my phone aside and listened to the live stream.

At that moment, a loud banging sound came from the fire door.

"Ms. Sheng! We are from the fire department. Please calm down, open the door first, and tell us what you need. We will help you!"

“Miss Sheng! It’s not worth risking your precious life for a scumbag. You still have parents, friends, and Mu Ye! I’m his fan! You have such good taste! With your guidance and help, Mu Ye will definitely go further and further!”

After the male firefighter finished shouting, another girl's voice came through.

What a kind-hearted girl; she must be a mediator from the fire department.

She's right. It's really not worth it for a woman to make a scene over a jerk.

"Don't come up here! Or I'll jump right now!" I shouted.

If they rush up, they'll definitely save me immediately. I need to act convincingly and continue to stall for time.

"Okay, okay! We won't go in, Miss Sheng, please come down by yourself, okay?" the girl behind the fire door said loudly again, trying to reassure me.

I didn't say anything.

Just then, I heard a noise from my right, like something being broken. I guessed it was the firefighters climbing up, so I immediately became alert.

With a "snap," something broke again.

The next instant, a man nimbly flipped over the edge of the wall and jumped down.

I recognized him before he even looked up.

It was Fu Yanshen!

I was suddenly jolted.

The man wore dark blue jeans, a light gray V-neck cashmere sweater, and a white shirt underneath. His dark hair had messy, wispy bangs, and fine beads of sweat clung to his forehead, shimmering in the sunlight.

He lowered his head and wiped the blood flowing from the base of his hand with the corner of his shirt, his chest heaving.

How did he get up here?

Did they climb up along the pipe?

He wasn't wearing any protective gear.

He's really going to great lengths to stop me from jumping off the building and damaging his image. Aren't he afraid of accidentally falling to his death?

"You, you stay away!" I shouted excitedly, gripping the railing behind me tightly.

Fu Yanshen raised his head, his dark eyes fixed on me, his tone impatient, "Sheng Qiaoqiao, haven't you finished acting yet?"

"Get down here!" he commanded me coldly again.

"Fu Yanshen, do you think I'm just putting on an act and won't actually jump? I won't be that soft-hearted!" I rolled my eyes at him and said deliberately.

I want him to know my determination to divorce him and ruin his reputation.

Upon hearing this, he frowned and pressed his thin lips into a straight line.

Standing at a distance that wasn't too close or too far, he pointed at me and said, "Sheng Qiaoqiao, you still want to threaten me? With your cowardice... you're practically courting death. If you're not careful, you'll fall!"

"The fire-fighting air cushion has a safe distance of only 10 meters; it can't save you!"

He said through gritted teeth, "You know I'm delicate and afraid of death, so you're just trying to scare me."

However, what he said was true.

Firefighting air cushions are only effective at heights of 10 meters or less to prevent injury; heights exceeding 16 meters will result in certain death. Even at heights between 10 and 16 meters, there is still a risk to life.

"Fu Yanshen, don't come any closer!"

Seeing him rushing towards me, I quickly shouted.

I gripped the railing tightly, stood up, and faced him.

"Okay, I won't go over there, so don't move!" He froze, looked at me, and raised his hands to his chest in a half-surrender gesture.

His gaze fell on my feet.

I was wearing sneakers, with only the toes touching the edge of the rooftop, my heels dangling in the air, and my hands gripping the iron railing tightly.

"Sheng Qiaoqiao, come here! I agree to the divorce, I'll grant your wish... Come here right now!"

Fu Yanshen stomped his foot and yelled at me.

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