The night in Liangcheng is bone-chillingly cold.

Lu Man sat quietly on the sofa at home. She had been married to Bo Yehan for three years, and in those three years, she had only seen him a handful of times.

On nights like this, I always enjoy sitting on the living room couch. Once I settle in, I can stay there for the whole night.

After twelve, it's someone else's birthday. I think he won't be back.

However, to his surprise, he called ten minutes ago and said he wanted to see me.

Because of that "thought," it waited until 3 am.

Lowering her gaze, she looked at the wedding ring on her finger, admiring the one-carat diamond, but a self-deprecating smile played on her lips.

He was just joking, but he took it seriously.

Just at that moment, the sound of the door opening rang out. Lu Man looked up and glanced over.

A cold wind suddenly blew in from the door, and the person who was wearing thin pajamas shivered uncontrollably.

But his eyes never left her face.

The man wore black, his body seemingly stained with the chill of night, giving off an icy aura. His face was handsome and cold like the wind, and when he looked at you, the air around him crackled with a powerful energy that thinned the very atmosphere.

Xinyi, knowing full well he would look down upon her, couldn't help but stand up and walk towards him. "Ye..."

Before he could finish speaking, another man in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses followed him. He was Han Jiang, the most famous lawyer in Liangcheng.

All warmth seemed to vanish at this moment, leaving only a chilling stillness.

Lu Man's heart had a premonition that something was wrong. She forced a smile, just like she did every time he came back, and called out to him, "Ye Han..."

His voice was soft, but it couldn't warm the coldness of his heart.

Beneath the cold night, Bo Ye walked past and headed towards the sofa.

Passing by his shoulder, a light breeze carried the scent into his nostrils. A strong fragrance, belonging to another person, yet also to his younger sister Lu Xue's signature perfume.

My heart was sinking little by little, feeling like it was being gripped tightly in someone's hand, unable to breathe.

This was completely expected, yet in an instant it brought a sudden and unexpected pain.

Bo Yexian sat down on the sofa, his hands folded casually, leaning back while taking out a cigarette from his pocket. He lit it, his posture both noble and indifferent.

At this time, Han Jiang walked over and said, “Please sit down, Mrs. Bo.”

Lu Man sat opposite him in the cold night, playing with his lighter without ever looking at him.

Han Jiang placed the documents in his hands on the table, a formalized smile plastered on his face: “Mrs. Bo, Mr. Bo has already signed this divorce agreement. You just need to sign it, and you will receive this mansion and ten million in compensation.”

I've waited for three years, countless times told him that he is the child who saved him ten years ago, not Lu Xue. He doesn't believe it, and he won't listen.

Lu Man only felt her eyes sting painfully. She forced herself to maintain the last vestiges of dignity, refusing to cry, especially not in front of him. She gave a wry smile and said, “One million? For someone like Mr. Bo, isn’t that a bit cold?”

Bó Yèhán had never been addressed as "Mister Bó" before. He furrowed his brows slightly at the unfamiliar title, unsure if it was due to the strange address or the lion-hearted audacity of the speaker.

Han Jiang seemed to have expected this and took out another divorce agreement: "This one has been notarized. It gives Mrs. Bo 10% of the assets, plus this villa. The ten million from the previous agreement is gone, of course. And if Mrs. Bo insists on not signing, I believe that with Mr. Bo's abilities, in the end, you will get nothing."

Lu Man was heartbroken after hearing this. Bo Yehan truly was a mastermind, having everything planned out. He had targeted her money all along, and with his authority, she would undoubtedly sign the agreement.

But he couldn't calculate the heart she had in mind. Looking at Bo Yèhán, who was close at hand, she smiled brightly: "Mr. Bo, don't you find it amusing? I'll continue to be this esteemed Mrs. Bo. What's a million and ten percent stake compared to that?"

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