"Happy three-month wedding. Go home early. I've prepared a surprise. You will like it very much."
After sending the text message, Ruan Xingwan put down his phone and went back into the kitchen. He turned off the fire on the stove and went to cut vegetables. He was busy with his work.
It seemed that this piece of news did not affect her mood.
The servant said, "Madam, let me help you."
"There's no need. You can do your own business. I want to make a meal for him personally tonight."
The servant said enviously, "Madam and Mr. Chu are so loving."
Ruan Xingwan's lips curled into a smile, but he didn't reply.
Was she deeply in love with Zhou Ci?
It was more like playing a game rather than loving each other.
At seven o'clock in the evening, when Zhou Ci returned home, the servant tactfully left.
Ruan Xingwan had just set up her chopsticks when the warm breath of the man behind her covered her. Her chin was pulled over and her lips were roughly covered by the man.
She was stunned for a moment and reached out to push him away.
Zhou Ci wrapped her arms around her waist and pinched her chin with her long fingers. Her black eyes narrowed slightly and her words were completely devoid of warmth. "Didn't you specially call me back just for this?"
Ruan Xingwan explained softly, "No, today is the third day of our marriage. I really have a gift for you."
Zhou Ci let go of her and tidied up her slightly wrinkled shirt. She said blandly, "There's no need for a gift. After all, your usual surprise only surprises me. There's no joy."
The corners of Ruan Xingwan's lips tugged upwards but he didn't retort. He turned around and walked into the kitchen.
Soon, the last dish was served on the table.
Ruan Xingwan sat opposite Zhou deep, poured red wine into his cup, and then poured it for herself.
She picked up the glass and said, "To celebrate the three-month wedding. Cheers."
Under the light, the man's facial features were handsome and deep. His jawline was cold and deep, and his nose was straight. His thin lips were slightly pursed, indicating that he was not satisfied with this wedding party with only two people.
Ruan Xingwan smiled. She didn't expect him to respond to her. Instead, she picked up her wine glass and downed it.
After that, she poured another glass of wine.
One cup after another.
In the end, Ruan Xingwan was a little drunk. He leaned against the table and looked at the man with a calm expression on his face. He dragged his tone a little long. "Zhou Xishen, can't you even smile at me today?"
"What do you want me to do? Will I go crazy with you, or will I accompany you to this extremely boring life?"
"How can it be boring? How many marriage dates can there be in life? Maybe after this, the next one will be gone."
As if she had heard a joke, Zhou Ci scoffed. "Will you let it go?"
Ruan Xingwan shook the remaining liquid in the cup. Her eyes were a little moist under the gentle light. "It should be possible... no way."
Zhou Ci didn't want to waste time with him here, so she got up and went upstairs.
He pulled his tie away in frustration and took off his suit jacket. Just as he was about to take off his shirt, a pair of soft little hands wrapped around his back, followed by the overwhelming smell of alcohol.
Ruan Xingwan said, "Don't worry, my gift hasn't been delivered yet..."
Zhou Ci turned around, her hands in her pockets as she looked at her without saying a word.
Ruan Xingwan blushed and looked at him innocently, making it so that no one could move their eyes away from him.
Zhou Ci's Adam's apple bobbed. Even if he didn't want to admit that the person in front of him was undoubtedly beautiful and had enough capital to make men's hearts flutter.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been tricked by her at the beginning.
Next, her lips, which had been soaked in red wine, were red and bright.
When the pair of small hands got into his shirt, he almost lifted her chin without hesitation, kissed her on the lips, and fiercely pried her open.
Ruan Xingwan groaned in pain.
When she got to the bed, her eyes were blurred, and she just hooked her arms around his neck.
The man placed his hands on her side, and his eyes curled as if he was silently mocking her. "Didn't I say that I don't want to?"
"Don't you know that women don't want to, but they do."
Zhou Ci laughed coldly and lowered her head to kiss him again.
Ruan Xingwan took the initiative tonight. Her teeth bit his lips, and the rusty smell of blood filled the space between their lips.
This kiss was like a game. Whoever won could dominate the other party.
Just as he was about to reach for the items in the bedside table, Ruan Xingwan said without warning, "Zhou Xishen, let's get a divorce."
The man hanging on her paused. "What did you say?"
Even though Ruan Xingwan knew that he had heard it clearly, she still repeated it clearly, "Let's divorce."
Zhou Ci instantly lost all interest and slowly got up. Her voice was cold as she said, "How much more do you want?"
She was always like this. In order to get money, she always played tricks.
"I don't want a penny."
Ruan Xingwan took out a divorce agreement from under her pillow. "Take a look. If there's nothing wrong, you can sign it."
Zhou Ci's face darkened. "Ruo Xingwan, you'd better stop. I don't have time to play this kind of boring trick with you."
"Didn't I tell you that I'm going to give you a surprise tonight? Look, isn't it a happy event that will be celebrated all over the world?"
Zhou Ci looked at her with no expression on her face. For some reason, she felt that the smile on her face was a little dazzling.
Ruan Xingwan smiled. "Zhou Xishen, I wish you a divorce and happiness."
Zhou Ci pursed her thin lips. A few seconds later, she said, "Are you serious?"
Ruan Xingwan nodded. "What do you think? That's only good news. You're not surprised, are you?"
"Okay, don't regret it."
Zhou Ci left this sentence behind and left mercilessly.
The door was slammed shut.
Ruan Xingwan lowered her head and looked at the divorce agreement that Zhou Ci had not even given her. After a long while, her lips twitched and she finally smiled.
Ruan Xingwan, I wish you a divorce and a happy ending.
That night, Ruan Xingwan packed up everything.
All of her belongings were packed with a suitcase.
She didn't take any of the jewelry, bags, shoes, or clothes that Zhou Ci had bought. After all, he wasn't willing to give them to her. These seemingly bright and fresh things had become luxurious and unreal as she and Zhou Ci divorced.
For her, it was useless.
As he left, Ruan Xingwan looked at the divorce agreement on the cold tea table and picked it up.
Passing by the dining room, Ruan Xingwan looked at the dining table. The tableware in front of Zhou Ci was clean and bright, and she didn't move at all.
The wedding ceremony was as serious as he had imagined.
Fortunately, the divorce had been added together.
When Zhou Ci thought deeply about it, she might just laugh out of frustration.
This might be the most satisfying thing she had done since she got married.
Sitting in the taxi, Ruan Xingwan looked at the scenery outside and suddenly felt a sense of relief.
The fake phoenix, who had been a rich and powerful wife for three years, was about to return to her slum.
