You Weren't This Nice When I Was Taking Down Scumbags, Ex

Outside the Civil Affairs Bureau, red wedding ribbons flutter in the breeze, but Bai Jinse catches her stepsister secretly registering her marriage to Bai's boyfriend of three years. At the moment her heart turns cold, she spots a man nearby who has also just been dumped: Mo Sinian, a business tycoon who can turn the tides of the market with a wave of his hand. Right now, his eyes are filled with icy detachment. Bai Jinse steels herself and walks straight over. “Sir, we're both people who've been dumped. How about we make do and get married? We can team up and take down the scumbags without getting in each other's way.” Mo Sinian looks up, his deep eyes sweeping over the redness at the corners of her eyes. His thin lips part. “Fine, but we have to fulfill our marital duties.” “Deal!” A marriage certificate makes them allies in their campaign against the scumbags. In public, Mo Sinian treats Bai Jinse like a top-tier star princess, showering her with luxury cars and designer bags. He never hesitates to put down fake sweethearts and tear into trashy men, making the whole internet envious. In private, though, he draws a clear line and coldly declares, “We're only married by contract. Don't talk about feelings.” Bai Jinse knows where she stands. When their contract expires, she coolly hands him the divorce papers. “Mr. Mo, we've dealt with the scumbags. It's time to get divorced.” Mo Sinian signs without hesitation. After the divorce, he becomes a laughingstock across the internet: the tycoon is lost and lovesick, canceling all his work to search the world for his ex-wife. At last, he corners her on a foreign street, his voice hoarse. “Wife, come home with me.” Bai Jinse raises an eyebrow, her red lips curling into a smile. “Let me correct you, Mr. Mo. I'm your ex-wife. Besides, your home was never where I belonged.” Mo Sinian pulls her into his arms, his voice low. “Then give back what you stole from me.” Bai Jinse freezes. “What did I steal from you?” The man rests his forehead against hers, his hot breath brushing her ear. “My heart.”