Mending a Sheepfold After Losing a Sheep

When Shen Xuan married Fu Siqin, she was genuinely happy. She put away all her sharp edges and became gentle and obedient, because she wanted to be worthy of the title Mrs. Fu. It wasn’t until a phone call that Shen Xuan learned the truth. In everyone else’s eyes, she was nothing but a lovesick fool, not even worthy of a single strand of Fu Siqin’s beloved’s hair. Enough. She was tired. Her love vanished, and Shen Xuan took the initiative to ask for a divorce. Fu Siqin didn’t take her seriously. He thought she was just throwing a tantrum. Let her throw one. She would come back eventually. But ten days, a month, then three months passed, and she still hadn’t returned. Fu Siqin panicked and finally swallowed his pride. “Shen Xuan, how long are you going to keep this up?” “Mr. Fu, calling someone else’s wife in the middle of the night is a little uncouth, don’t you think?” After hanging up, Chu Xichen turned to look at Shen Xuan, asleep in bed, his gaze softening slightly. It was too late to make amends.