Freshly Divorced, the Hong Kong City's Heir Begs Me to Marry Up

After ten years of love, Shen Ruo had gone from being Zhou Yan's beloved white moonlight to a useless burden they could barely stand to look at. The mistresses Zhou Yan gave her made one taller than the last. If that was the case, what was the point of keeping this marriage going? Zhou Yan always thought Shen Ruo was just making a fuss. After all, she loved him so much. How could she bear to divorce him? He could buy her a couple of handbags afterward and sweet-talk her a little, and she'd come right back. That was, until Shen Ruo showed him their already-finalized divorce agreement and reminded him that they were now free to go their separate ways. Zhou Yan's eyes burned with rage, and he was consumed by regret! He was going to win Shen Ruo back. But on the day he was acknowledged by his birth family, Zhou Yan watched helplessly as Liang Hongcheng's untouchable head, his own uncle by blood, pulled Shen Ruo into his arms and looked at him with the contempt one might show an insect. “Come here and meet someone, nephew.” “From today on, she's your aunt.”