"Ah... Dad..." With a scream, Yu Xiaorou sat up abruptly from her bed, her body drenched in sweat. Staring at the familiar room, her hearts throbbed with fear.
She slowly reached out to touch her face, only to find it covered with tears. With quivering fingers, she wiped away the tear drops.
Yu Xiaorou got out of bed, walked into the bathroom, and met her reflection in the mirror—pale, haggard, and with a vacant expression.
The words of the police were still lingering in her ears: "Miss Yu, we regret to inform you that your father has passed away in a car accident. We are now verifying whether the vehicle malfunction was the result of an intentional act of sabotage. We speculate that the real target of the murder is you..."
A month ago, she watched helplessly as her father died before her eyes.
This has become a recurring nightmare of hers!
Yu Xiaorou, wearing casual home clothes, walked out of her room. As she reached the first floor living room, her step faltered in surprise.
There, on the balcony not too far away, stood a man—tall and slim with an understated elegance. Yet, he exuded an aura of coldness that was stifling and forbidding.
The sunny living room suddenly took on a chilly air because of his presence.
Yu Xiaorou furrowed her brows slightly, her gaze fixated on the man's back, her mood sinking.
Why did he return?
In the six months since their marriage, they had only seen each other thrice—the first time was at their lavish wedding ceremony where he appeared as the groom, the second time was at her father's funeral where he stepped in as son-in-law, and now, the third time, he came back. But why?
At that moment, a maid ran over in fluster, whispering in Yu Xiaorou's ear, "Madam, the master has returned."
Yu Xiaorou couldn't help but sneer. His arrival could even startle the housemaid, how mysterious indeed.
"When did he come back?" Yu Xiaorou asked in a soft voice.
Rong-jie glanced at the man standing not too far away: "Madam, I don't know either. When I got up, the master was already standing there, standing for at least two hours, without moving an inch."
At least two hours? Yu Xiaorou frowned deeply, about to sarcastically ask if he was ill, but she was suddenly hit with the realization that he was indeed mentally ill.
Yu Xiaorou looked at his chilling silhouette; she was too terrified to approach him. She had been scared of interacting with this man since she was a child, and now she was his wife - the mere thought made her shudder.
After Rong-jie retired, she forced a stiff smile and slowly walked up to him. She pursed her lips and asked tentatively, "Why are you back?"
The man remained silent, prompting Yu Xiaorou to feel as though she had just passed wind. Not right, even when one passes wind, there should be some reaction, right? Was she just air to him in his own little world?
With a sigh, Yu Xiaorou remained silent. As time ticked by, she gave up trying to converse with him and turned to leave.
"I have signed the papers. The divorce agreement is on the table."
He finally broke the silence; his magnetic baritone, although very pleasing, exuded an icy aloofness.
Yu Xiaorou walked over to the coffee table and picked up the divorce papers from it. She looked at the three-character signature: Li Yishuo.
He had really signed. This divorce paper was something she had given to him via a lawyer before her father's death.
Their marriage was a business deal, a bond formed to protect the company's interests. The man rarely came back home after months of their marriage, which eventually led her to serve him the divorce agreement papers in a fit of anger.
But now, with her father's death causing a company crisis, the full weight of the family business fell on her and her sister's shoulders.
If she were to get divorced with Li Yishuo at this time, it would only add insult to injury, and all the hard work her father had put into the business would be wasted.
Clenching the divorse papers, her fingertips turned red. Yu Xiaorou forced a stiff smile and spoke in a hesitant tone, "This was...I was just joking before. No need to take it seriously."
