Shen Xiang was finally pregnant, carrying Bo Nan Ci's child.

She tried calling Bo Nan Ci, but he didn't answer. Filled with joy, she cooked a feast.

Gradually, night descended.

She dozed off on the couch.

In her dazed state, the ringing of the midnight bells echoed in her ears, then the sound of footsteps. Shen Xiang suddenly woke up:

"Are you back?"

She took his coat he had taken off and hung it up.

The man glanced at the sumptuous food on the table, his expression as cold as the nighttime outside. His thin lips pulled into a mocking smile:

"So, you remember this day after all."

"What?" Not hearing what Bo Nan Ci said clearly, Shen Xiang spoke:

"The food's cold, let me warm it up."

"No need, I've already eaten."

The man loosened his necktie, opened his briefcase, took out a file and with his slender hand stretched it out to Shen Xiang.

The words 'Divorce Agreement' made Shen Xiang's pupils shrink abruptly.

Her smile froze on her lips, her voice trembling:

"You...want a divorce?"

"Isn't that what you've been anticipating?"

The man unbuckled his cuffs and walked upstairs, with Shen Xiang chasing after him:

"Nan Ci, I…"

Before Shen Xiang could finish her words, the man took over, looking exhausted:

"You don't love me, I don't love you, and we agreed on this when we got our marriage certificate two years ago. Today, our contract has come to an end. I have a business trip tonight, so there's no need for a farewell dinner."

The man entered the bathroom to take a shower.

Shen Xiang stood at the door, her face pale as paper, her fingertips trembling slightly.

In order to get pregnant, for one whole year, she had consumed numerous traditional herbal medicines and had countless injections.

She had finally become pregnant, and now he wanted to divorce her.

Shen Xiang looked up, the forced smile on her lips looking even more painful than tears.

He didn't love her, but she was deeply in love with him.

Little did he know, one of his kidneys was Shen Xiang's.

Back in the day, in order to save the critically ill Bo Nan Ci, she had secretly run to the hospital to donate one of her kidneys.

The sound of water stopped, and the man stepped out of the bathroom, drops of water hanging off his clearly defined chest, his eight-pack abs clearly defined and sexy, making it hard for one to look away.

Especially that strikingly handsome face.

Shen Xiang gazed at him longingly, her eyes gradually welling up with a thin veil of mist.

Soon, the man was fully dressed, picking up the wristwatch whose face had been worn white from years of use. As he donned the watch, he glanced at Shen Xiang whose face was pale:

"Try to watch less drama, staying up late isn't good for your health."

Finally finding her voice after what felt like an eternity of silence, Shen Xiang asked:

"Do... Do you care about me?"

The man hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"We have been together for two years after all. In the future, if you ever run into any trouble, you can come to me. Even if you are not satisfied with the division of property, adjustments can be made."

It felt as if every breath Shen Xiang drew was like a sharp knife, puncturing her heart with each inhalation.

Ignoring the anguish in her heart, Shen Xiang tightly clenched her teeth:

"Nan Ci, regarding mom..."

She wanted to mention how difficult it would be to explain everything to her mother, but Nan Ci smoothly took over the conversation:

"You don't need to worry about your mom. If you really don't want to talk to her, I can explain things."

"Could we... wait for a couple more days?"

Gathering all her strength to push out each word through her gritted teeth, Shen Xiang asked.

Bo Nanci's eyes were as cold as hard stone.

"What's the point of waiting another two days? Parting sooner or later, it's still a farewell. Besides, Wanwan is coming back."

Wanwan, Lan Wanyue.

Upon hearing this name again, Shen Xiang felt as though she had been struck by lightning.

She was so shocked that she took several steps back.

Her face turned pale, and her heart felt as if it was being stabbed brutally, her fingertips tightening inch by inch in the palm of her hand.

Lan Wanyue, Shen Xiang's cousin, and the white moonlight crazily beloved by Bo Nanci, who was jealousy insane for Shen Xiang.

Two years ago, Bo Nanci's mother, Zheng Xiuying, was diagnosed with a terminal illness. Shen Xiang's mother, Li Nanhua, was a neurosurgeon. After performing surgery on Zheng Xiuying, Li Nanhua died in a car accident due to fatigue driving.

Feeling guilty, Zheng Xiuying forced her son to marry Shen Xiang, the daughter of the benefactor. The day the Bo family announced the marriage news of Shen Xiang and Bo Nanci, Lan Wanyue didn't eat for more than half a month.

During that time, Bo Nanci was in a bad mood, he said to Shen Xiang:

"Wanwan saved my life, and in this lifetime, aside from her, there won't be a second woman who can enter my heart. Give it two years, if I can't fall in love with you, tell my mother yourself. Say you have fallen for someone else and want a divorce."

Bo Nanci said that Lan Wanyue saved his life.

She wanted to tell him that she had saved his life too.

"In fact, me too."

With her trembling finger, she traced the scar where the kidney was extracted and pointed at her heart:

"There really is someone, for twelve years now."

Bo Nanci abruptly interrupted her in annoyance:

"Well then, it perfectly fits. Once the contract ends, you can go find the one you hold dear, so neither of us has to hinder the other's happiness."

Shen Xiang took a breath, and to maintain the final shred of her dignity, forced the tears back in her eyes. Although a storm was raging in her heart, she remained calm and composed:

"Okay, once the marriage contract ends, I will discuss the divorce with Aunt Xiu."

On their wedding night, he took what he wanted from her, concluding it quickly, as if it were just a task to be done.

After their marriage, in the eyes of others, he was the perfect husband, cherishing and adoring her to the very core of her being.

Every time he escorted her to banquets, he would hold her close, protect her, positioning her behind him. They were a couple eliciting envy and admiration.

Yet, all this was nothing but a facade.

He treated her so well only for fear that she might complain to Zheng Xiuying, who in turn would give a hard time to his first love, Bai Yueguang.

So it was that two years ago, when Lan Wanyue left, he had already promised her a reunion after two years.

Shen Xiang agreed to sign the two-year agreement with Bo Nanci because she hoped that within these two years, Bo Nanci would see her sincerity.

But if Bo Nanci's love for Lan Wanyue remained steadfast as always.

Perhaps it was time for her, Shen Xiang, to let go.

Shen Xiang tidied up the divorce agreement, cleared the dishes off the table one by one. Bo Nanci fidgeted with his hair in irritation, and suddenly called out to her:

"My mom's not in good health, she can't handle too much excitement. Don't mention it to her for now, I'll tell her when I've figured it out."

Shen Xiang cast her eyes down, her movements as she cleared the dishes were fluid and practiced.

As she washed the dishes, Shen Xiang's mind went blank, her ears buzzing.

Crash!

A bowl fell and shattered!

Just like her heart, broken into a thousand pieces.

She bent down to pick up the pieces, her fingertips getting cut by the shards, blood gushing out.

"Shen Xiang."

Upon hearing the noise, the man who was on his way out halted and turned back.

"Why aren't you being more careful?"

He grasped her hand, led her out of the kitchen, and found some iodine to disinfect her wound.

Why are you so good to me, Nan Ci, Bo Nan Ci?

If you knew I was pregnant with your child, would you still divorce me?

Shen Xiang looked at the busy Bo Nan Ci, she couldn't bring herself to speak, she didn't dare to take the gamble.

"Do less household chores, I'm not paying Mrs. Bai to slack off."

Having finished tending to the wound, Bo Nan Ci stood up and gazed at her, reflecting her exquisitely fair visage in his pitch-black eyes:

"Love yourself kindly. Don't be foolish—even for that person, you mustn't deprecate yourself..."

Who was that person?

It appeared that he had always remembered words she'd said two years ago.

Yet, other than him, Bo Nan Ci, no one else could occupy a place in her heart.

From outside the door came the jarring sound of a car horn, interrupting Bo Nan Ci's speech. Leng Hao had driven the car over. Without a backwards glance, the man climbed into the vehicle.

Shen Xiang could only clench her fist tightly to curb the impulse of chasing after him.

Lifting her eyes, her tear-filled orbs looking out to where the car had already vanished in a cloud of dust.