Ex-Husband, Stop Liking My Widowed Life Updates!

Jiang Chacha had had enough of the endless "tortured romance" tropes in domineering CEO novels. She flung the divorce papers in front of Huo Yuan and carefully staged her own death. She faked a car crash, took half the assets that belonged to her, changed her appearance and identity, then headed to Southeast Asia to open a barbecue stall and live carefree.

Back home, Huo Yuan saw the wreckage and became consumed by obsession. The once-proud, flamboyant CEO now brought her urn to meetings every day. His social media was full of posts about his grief, he paid a fortune for monks to perform rituals, and he even burned a mansion and ten male models for his late wife. The whole internet sighed over his deep, irrepressible devotion.

Three years later, Huo Yuan traveled to Southeast Asia on business. Amid the clamor and lights of the night market, he saw the face that should have been resting beneath the earth.

Jiang Chacha was standing on a beer crate, playing drinking games with a group of muscular hunks, drinking and laughing without a care in the world.

Huo Yuan hurried over, his voice trembling. "Chacha! You're alive? Do you know how much I've suffered these past three years?"

Jiang Chacha jumped in fright and shouted, "Security! Hurry! This guy's trying to steal my urn. He's crazy!"

He clung to her, sobbing in despair. "Do you have any idea? I even ate your ashes during those three years!"

Jiang Chacha froze, then gagged on the spot. "Man, that urn was filled with nothing but wall plaster I bought online! Are you some kind of pervert?"