In the living room, five-year-old Xuan Yue hopped to Xuan Youchen with a newspaper in hand, "Daddy, your ex-wife is in the headline again."

On the sofa, Xuan Youchen's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he remained silent. This period, his ex-wife's frequent appearance in the newspaper headlines didn't surprise him anymore.

Xuan Yue's expression was somewhat strange as she looked at the handsome man and beautiful woman on the newspaper. If it weren't for her dad, she would also think that this pair was a perfect match. She wished they could stay together.

"Governor Sima Ting of Z province will marry the heiress of Bu Group." Xuan Yue read out the news headline before deliberately throwing the newspaper at Xuan Youchen's face, "Dad, this time, your ex-wife not only made a fool out of you but also colluded with your brother. Poor daddy, you're so pitiful. In just one day, you were betrayed by two closest people. Wow! In the future, should I call my 'ex-mother''s child my younger brother or sister?"

"Shut up." Xuan Youchen coldly cut off Xuan Yue, looking at the newspaper on the coffee table. His icy eyes seemed to pierce a hole through the newspaper. That damn woman, who disappeared for years and now reappeared as someone else's fiancée!

He turned back and looked at his daughter's lovely little face. His heart ached again. Back then, he hurt the woman he loved for Xuan Yue. However, he didn't regret it—at least his woman was still alive...

A ringing broke the silence in the empty hall. Xuan Youchen picked up the phone.

'Youchen, aren't you coming back? Ting is getting married.' On the other end of the phone, Shangguan Ye's excited voice confirmed the truth of the report.

His friend's excitement, to Xuan Youchen, resounded like a plunge into icy despair.

'Youchen, if you're still there, make a sound. Don't let me think I'm talking to myself.' Shangguan Ye's displeased voice came through urgently after a long silence.

After a moment, Xuan Youchen coldly uttered three words, "Understood." After hanging up, he grabbed his phone, stood up, and headed for the second floor.

Seeing the disconnected call, Shangguan Ye's mood soured further. Weren't they the closest of brothers? Now that one of them was getting married, Youchen's cold reaction was not what he expected.

Remembering the aloofness of Xuan Youchen these years, Shangguan Ye couldn't help but wonder. Could it be that Youchen was dumped by a woman, and now he was upset seeing others in pairs? To think that a godlike perfect man like Xuan Youchen would also be dumped by a woman!

On the second floor, Xuan Youchen opened a forbidden door. Over the years, every item in this room was arranged personally by him, allowing no one else in—not even Xuan Yue. During his most vulnerable moments, he would retreat into this room, staring all night at the portrait of a woman on the wall. They were married, but other than the photo on the marriage certificate, he had no other photos. The portrait on the wall was his own painting.

His hand gently caressed the woman's face from the painting. A pained voice flowed out from his throat, "Xin, what should I do with you?"

The focus in Xuan Youchen's eyes slowly faded as painful yet beautiful memories slowly resurfaced in his mind...