On the Night of Our Divorce, She Put Me Down as Family

After three years of marriage, Shen Yubai finally understood: Lin Jianyue saw him as her husband, but also as the Lin family's cheapest, quietest, and most useful risk-control valve.

On their anniversary night, she pushed the divorce papers in front of him and said calmly, “Yubai, get a marriage certificate with Wen Zhining first and help her pass the Wen family trust review. We'll remarry in two months.”

Everyone thought Shen Yubai would nod as he always had.

But this time, he signed only the divorce papers.

As he left the Lin family home on a rainy night, a black motorcade, the hardest to get into in the capital, was waiting at the gate. Wen Zhining, the de facto head of the Wen family office, got out under an umbrella and handed him an agreement with no debt, no demands, and the option to revoke it at any time.

“Mr. Shen, tonight you don't have to trust anyone. Not even me.”

Only later did he learn that she remembered he didn't eat cilantro, that he had a bad stomach, that he had an old injury in his right hand, and how he fell silent whenever he was overlooked in a crowd.

She also remembered the rainy night seventeen years ago when he tilted his umbrella toward her.

His ex-wife's regrets, a wealthy family's hunt, and an old case turned on its head.

Everyone said Wen Zhining was aloof and restrained, and never bowed her head.

Only Shen Yubai knew how carefully she approached him. Behind every “I'll take care of it” lay the words she never said aloud:

“I've been in love with you for seventeen years. At last, I can care for you openly.”