[Clearheaded Fallen Avenger × Cultured Scoundrel, Powerful Beijing Elite]
[Multiple secret identities + Long-Game Scheming + Intense Push and Pull + A Groveling Ex Reduced to Ashes]
For three years of marriage, Wen Xiyue was nothing more than an invisible ornament in the Shen family.
Her husband treated her as if she didn’t exist, never even touching her, yet turned around and lavished money on his first love at a hotel.
Everyone laughed at the fallen Wen family and mocked Wen Xiyue as a spineless woman who occupied a place without doing anything.
Until one night, Wen Xiyue took off her wedding ring, painted her lips red, and knocked on the door of the most untouchable man in Beijing, the one Shen Yanchuan respectfully called “Brother Ci.”
In the dim entryway, she looked at him with sultry eyes and asked outright, “Mr. He, would you like to find out what it’s like to sleep with your brother’s wife?”
He Jingci stubbed out his cigarette and slipped a room key into her palm, his expression unreadable.
“Wen Xiyue, once you open this door, there’s no turning back.”
She smiled dazzlingly. “I’m not turning back. I just want Shen Yanchuan ruined beyond redemption.”
At first, Shen Yanchuan thought this was just a divorce drama that didn’t even require him to lift a finger.
He sneered at the handwritten Buddhist scriptures Wen Xiyue gave him, calling them shabby and unlucky, then forced her to bring a huge golden Buddha to a banquet and embarrass herself.
Who could have guessed that on the night of the banquet, the scroll he’d dismissed as wastepaper would turn out to be an invaluable original by the “Master of Moon Concealment”?
Then came the genius hacker, the mysterious miracle doctor, the top investor...
Wen Xiyue’s secret identities came tumbling out one after another, and with each reveal, Shen Yanchuan was humiliated all the more.
By the time Shen Yanchuan finally came begging to reconcile, eyes bloodshot and half-mad, kneeling outside her door on a stormy night, it was too late.
The villa door opened.
He Jingci stood there in a loosely tied bathrobe, one arm around Wen Xiyue’s waist. He said casually,
“Second Brother Shen, call her sister-in-law.”
