Late at night, Qiao Wan lay in bed.

Her breath was short and her cheeks flushed.

Song Jinnan had drunk quite a lot at a social engagement outside, was in high spirits, and had teased her five times throughout the night, and it was a bit too much for her.

By the fourth time, they had used up all the condoms.

For that last time, Song Jinnan, with reddened eyes, held her down tightly, staring at her honestly, wild and unrestrained.

The pleasure of unbridled indulgence was fulfilling, but the consequences of this indulgence were hers alone to bear.

At the age of 28, Song Jinnan was in his prime in both his business and physical desires.

He had always been taking precautions to avoid pregnancy during their three years of marriage.

She never had the idea of having children in the past, but in the past half a year, she had developed the wish to have a child.

A child with the bloodline of her and Song Jinnan.

Song Jinnan had not only an extremely handsome face but was also skilled in bed, sometimes whispering sweet nothings that were incredibly touching.

A year ago, she realized that her feelings for Song Jinnan had changed, shifting from indifference and resistance to fondness.

Or to be exact - it was love.

But apart from in bed, Song Jinnan was as indifferent to her as always.

"Remember to buy the pills." The man's aloof and cold voice disrupted her thoughts, "It would be trouble if you get pregnant."

She responded with a dispirited "Hmm."

These few days were her ovulation period. If she got pregnant now, when Song Jinnan had been drinking, she could not keep the child.

But Song Jinnan's words still stung her to the core.

Song Jinnan put on his nightgown and went to the bathroom.

It wasn't until his tall figure was completely out of sight that she shifted her gaze away.

The shrill ring of an incoming call on the cell phone broke the silence.

Qiao Wan picked up Song Jinnan's phone, and saw the name “Jiang Wushu” flashing on the screen.

Jiang Wushu.

Song Jinnan's secretary.

A woman who is gentle and graceful in every gesture and word — her soft Mandarin with a southern accent was pleasing to the ears, not just to men, but even women found it appealing.

Rumor has it that Jiang Wushu gave up her high-paying job in Beijing six years ago to join the Song Corporation just to stay by Song Jinnan's side. They are purportedly more than just employer and employee — they are lovers.

Suddenly, a hand with prominent knuckles reached over, snatched the phone open, and affectionately called out, "Wushu."

His voice was filled with indulgence and joy.

Qiao Wan felt as if her heart had been pierced by several holes.

When Song Jinnan talked to her on the phone, he was always business-like, always cold with no warmth, and he had never been this gentle.

"Jinnan, someone is bullying me, come save me - I'm at the Zero Club -"

When Song Jinnan picked up the call, he did not avoid Qiao Wan, and Jiang Weishu's plea for help was clearly heard by her.

"I'll be there soon. I have a friend living nearby, I'll arrange for him to come over immediately, you first lock your door. Have you called the police..." Song Jinnan's expression was grim as he quickly headed to the cloakroom.

Qiao Wan was so angry that her body trembled slightly, following him even before she had time to put on her shoes.

Last month, she went to the northern suburbs for an outdoor shoot with her colleagues from the TV station. To avoid an oncoming truck on the wrong side of the road, their car flipped into the ditch by the roadside.

Although no one was killed, everyone was injured.

She injured her right leg, with blood flowing profusely. In her panic, she called Song Jinnan.

Song Jinnan was entertaining guests at a dinner party. He downplayed her cries and said, "If you can still call, you won't die," before hanging up.

Now, when Jiang Weishu was in trouble, Song Jinnan hurried over without a second thought, even in his drunken state. What could it be if not true love?

As Song Jinnan stepped out of the cloakroom fully dressed, he was still comforting in a soft voice. Qiao Wan could not hear what Jiang Weishu said clearly, only hearing intermittent cries.

Qiao Wan preemptively blocked the anti-theft door of the living room, biting her lip hard, "You've been drinking, you can't drive."

"Are you jealous or worried about me, huh?" A strange light flickered at the bottom of Song Jinnan's eyes as he lifted her chin.

Her gaze softened considerably as she firmly said, "Worried about you."

"Such hypocrisy, I don't need it." Song Jinnan suddenly dropped his hand, his voice icy cold.

Before she could react, she was pulled by Song Jinnan and slipped, falling to the floor.

The door lock fell, and Song Jinnan left.

The huge room was left only to her, empty, much like her marriage these past three years.

A wave of unspeakable sourness and grievance diffused in her heart, entwining around her entire being.

Her face was pale without a hint of color, eyes ringed red. She exerted immense effort to hold back the tears that threatened to overflow.

Sitting on the floor in the same position for a long time caused numbness in her legs when she finally stood up.

Qiao Wan had no desire to return to the bedroom. She sat curled up on the sofa with her eyes closed, her mind in a daze.

A piercing ringtone of an incoming call pulled her back to reality.

She thought it was Song Jinnan, and ran at the fastest speed from the living room into the bedroom, picking up her phone and answering the call.

"Wanwan, your scumbag of a husband hit someone at 'Zero Point' over Jiang Weishu! He smashed a beer bottle on the guy's head, blood flowing down, it's a horrific sight!"

It was her close friend Jiang Zao.

Full of agitation, it's as if she'd discovered a new continent.

Qiao Wan's breathing became a bit difficult. She manage to keep calm and said, "Oh."

Given Song Jinnan's concern for Jiang Weishu, she wouldn’t be surprised if he went as far as to kill someone, not just hitting them.

Zero Point, the highest-end private club in Jiang City.

It was also a popular spot for Song Jinnan and his group of raffish friends to hang out.

"A drunken man cornered Jiang Weishu in the bathroom and groped him..." Jiang Zao continued to gossip, "According to the first eyewitness who rushed over, Jiang Weishu's chest was bitten all over, leaving loads of red marks, his underwear was even ripped off! Luckily, Jiang Weishu was quick-witted enough to lock himself in the women's toilet..."

What Jiang Zao said afterward, Qiao Wan didn't hear a single word.

Jiang Zao's phone call left her unable to sleep, her hand clutching the phone turned horrifyingly pale.

How could she not be angry?

The calm she had shown in front of Jiang Zao was merely to protect her last bits of dignity.

In order to shift her negative emotions, she picked up her phone.

Unexpectedly, the news of Song Jinnan hitting someone at midnight had already spread online.

Phrases such as "a romantic man enraged for the sake of his loved one", "the secret love affair between the deputy head of Song Corporation and his female secretary"...

They portrayed Song Jinnan as a domineering boss who would brave anything for love.

The more Qiao Wan read, the angrier she became. In the end, she threw her phone aside and switched off the bedside lamp.

Immersed in the dark, her mind became even clearer.

They've been married for three years, and not only has Song Jinnan not made their relationship public, but he has also been cozying up with several women from the club. Not to mention, Jiang Weishu has been openly provoking her, thanks to the favoritism of Song Jinnan.

At this moment, she started to think about their rotten marriage.

When the sound of door opening came from outside, she glanced at her phone, it was five thirty in the morning.

Song Jinnan didn't return to the bedroom and headed straight into the study room next door.

Qiao Wan got out of bed.

She took a deep breath before knocking.

But there was no response from Song Jinnan.

She knocked a few more times before she turned the door knob and stepped in.

"Who let you in?" Song Jinnan frowned, clearly displeased with her sudden intrusion.

Nervously tangling her hands and bracing herself, she held his indifferent gaze,"Let's get a divorce."