Everyone in the capital's elite circles knew that the eldest son of the Luo family despised his wife, Yan Qingtang.
In Luo Sichen's eyes, she was stiff and boring, a wooden doll with nothing but money.
So when news of their divorce broke, everyone waited to laugh at Yan Qingtang.
Instead, less than an hour after the divorce papers were signed, someone photographed Wen Qijue, the most mysterious and ruthless living King of Hell in the capital's elite circles, kneeling on one knee and gently putting a pair of high heels on Yan Qingtang.
Yan Qingtang gave a cold snort. "Mr. Wen, I just got divorced. I haven't decided whether I want to marry again."
Wen Qijue's eyes were full of obsession and devotion. "That's fine. I've had a crush on you for seven years. I've got all the patience in the world to keep playing this game with you."
Later, Luo Sichen watched his ex-wife, dazzling and cherished like a queen by his billionaire nemesis, and went mad with jealousy.
He pleaded humbly, "Qingtang, give me one more chance."
Yan Qingtang's red lips curved into a faint smile. "Get lost. Don't sully Mrs. Wen's path."
