The Night We Divorced, My Scumbag Ex’s Best Friend Took Me by Force

For three years of marriage, Wen Ning had been nothing more than a docile, dull ornament in Gu Yan’s eyes.

Until, on her birthday, she caught her husband entangled with his secretary in their marital home, while clutching a two-million-yuan IOU for her younger brother’s debt.

With nowhere else to turn, Wen Ning went to knock on the door next door. It belonged to Gu Yan’s most feared rival, Xie Ciyan, the capital’s notorious King of Hell.

The door opened halfway. The man’s shirt hung loose, and through the swirling smoke, his eyes gleamed with predatory intent.

With reddened eyes, Wen Ning asked in a trembling voice, “Mr. Xie, can I join you in getting revenge on Gu Yan?”

Xie Ciyan stubbed out his cigarette and smiled with polished wickedness. “Miss Wen, once you’re aboard my ship, there’s no getting off.”