Shu Wan was the most sought-after socialite in the capital, but she had once ruined her reputation for love. Song Xigu carried her out of a hotel beneath a rainbow cloud, but to the media he became the nation’s beloved husband, not her hero.
He offered her mother’s keepsake as a betrothal gift, yet at an auction he saw that, after three years of marriage, she was still sitting beside her first love.
Shu Wan had waited three years, believing that sincerity would win him over. But a stone was still a stone: even if it warmed up, it wouldn’t warm up for her.
A divorce agreement was laid before them, just as expected.
Song Xigu: “You sign first. I don’t want people calling me a scumbag. You’re the one who cheated on me first.”
Shu Wan: “No, you sign first. I caught you cheating during our marriage.”
“You sign first.”
“No, you sign first.”
…
The lawyer wiped his brow. “You two, this is the third time we’ve had this conversation this month. Are you signing or not?”
The couple: “What’s it to you?”
