In the Middle of a Divorce, Please Don't Tag Me

Before Jiang Huai died, his greatest regret was never getting a divorce certificate with Qi Fengli.

After being reborn on the eve of their wedding, Jiang Huai didn't want to step into a river that was bound to drown him again, so he asked Qi Fengli for a divorce.

But Jiang Huai never expected that Qi Fengli, who had treated him coldly for half his life in their previous life because of their arranged marriage, would refuse his request for a divorce.

Jiang Huai: Even if we get divorced, the Jiang family won't withdraw its investment. You can sign without worrying. I won't cling to you.

Qi Fengli: Divorce? What's the reason?

Jiang Huai thought for a moment, his expression blank, then listed a whole string of reasons: I hate the smell of your cologne. I hate how the first thing you say when you come home is, "Where's dinner?" I hate the cold way you look at me. I hate how you sleep so stiffly and formally, like a corpse...

Perhaps to preserve the last shred of dignity between them, Jiang Huai didn't say his final reason: I've started to hate being with you.

If he was fated to live only until he was thirty-five, he hoped to spend his final years happily, rather than be worn down to death in a meaningless marriage.

Qi Fengli's breathing suddenly grew heavy. "I refuse."

Jiang Huai looked up at him, the cold indifference in his eyes chilling to behold. "We'll get divorced. You know I never make empty threats."

He'd said yes when asked to marry back then. Now that he was asking for a divorce, he could see it through just as well.

*

Qi Fengli personally closed Jiang Huai's coffin. Then Jiang's family beat him nearly to death at the funeral hall, and he was taken to the hospital.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Jiang Huai once more: Jiang Huai, alive. His eyes reddened at once, and he clung to Jiang Huai, who was lying beside him, refusing to let go. But Jiang Huai's reaction seemed different from years ago.

The old Jiang Huai had loved being held, even deliberately snuggling into his arms to sleep. But now, Jiang Huai only frowned at him and said, "You're too hot. Let go."

Even harder for him to accept was that Jiang Huai, who had loved him so much, would actually be the one to ask for a divorce.

Divorce? He'd never let go, even if he died!

*Dual rebirth story, an unconventional "chasing the wife to the crematorium" romance.

*I wanted to write something both sweet and angsty, so I started this story. This is not a repentant-playboy-chases-his-wife-to-the-crematorium story, so readers who like that trope should proceed with caution.

*No switching the love interest, but the recipient of the advances will be with someone else for a while. Readers who dislike this should proceed with caution.

*Story begins in early August.

Theme: Learn to cut your losses in time