Today marks the third anniversary of Jiang Nanfang's marriage to Zhan Beijue.
She's made up her mind!
To shed the disguise that made her ugly, and turn tonight into their long-delayed wedding night…
After half a day of meticulous preparation, Zhan Beijue finally entered the room.
His perfectly tailored trousers and crisp white shirt hugged his tall frame, his black hair as dense as ink.
His young, handsome features were sharp and three-dimensional, exuding a wild, cold aura within his striking handsomeness.
Jiang Nanfang looked at the man she had secretly admired for years, a gentle smile playing on her lips as she was about to make her move.
"Let's get a divorce," he said, suddenly handing her a divorce agreement.
Recalling the rumors from a few days ago, Jiang Nanfang's heart tightened, "Why? Is there someone else?"
Zhan Beijue didn't answer, averting his gaze, his voice chillingly clear, "I've already signed. Take a good look."
"Fifty million plus two apartments in Palm Bay, as compensation for your three years of youth. If you think it's not enough, you can ask for more."
Such thorough preparation, it seemed he had planned this long ago.
Looking at his expressionless face, hearing his utterly heartless words, Jiang Nanfang felt as if a thousand arrows pierced her heart.
They had been betrothed since childhood, and she had always believed he would eventually fall in love with her, but instead…
Unwillingness, humiliation, and anger surged through her.
She gritted her teeth, thinking, after secretly loving him for so many years, she hadn't even touched a finger of his.
To just hand him over like this, to watch him be affectionate with another woman, appearing as a loving couple?
That would be too pathetic, too easy for him, too easy for that woman!
Fine, if you don't love me, you don't love me. Divorce is fine.
But I'll get my revenge before I leave!
"Divorce tonight?"
"Sign now. You can move out tomorrow."
Heh, he actually thinks he's being considerate??
"Okay, since you said I can ask for anything, I'll add one more condition."
Zhan Beijue lifted his eyelids, glancing coldly at the ugly, centipede-like scar that covered his entire left cheek.
"Speak."
"Have a drink with me."
"?"
"Let's part amicably, consider it a farewell toast."
An hour later.
Jiang Nanfang, facing Zhan Beijue's furious gaze, which seemed intent on flaying her alive, tidied herself up, peeled off the mask that had clung to her left cheek for over a decade.
"Zhan Beijue, remember this, the reason we're divorcing today isn't because I'm not good enough for you, and you're dumping me."
"It's because you, as a man, are incompetent, and I can't stand you, so I'm the one dumping you."
"Go be with whoever you want, I don't care!"
"Farewell forever, useless man!"
With that, she threw down the mask, signed the papers, grabbed her car keys, left everything behind, and rushed downstairs…
Zhan Beijue, unable to move, lay on the sofa, listening to the sound of the car starting, his teeth gritted in anger.
You good-for-nothing Jiang Nanfang! How dare you plot against me!
Not only did you plot against me, but you've been deliberately wearing a mask and pretending to be ugly to deceive me all these years!
Not only did you deceive me, but you shamelessly broke what I had maintained for so many years…
If you have the guts, hide on the moon, otherwise, I'll chase you to the ends of the earth, and you'll pay for your actions today!
———
Eight months later, in a private maternity hospital in Nancheng, Jiang Nanfang weakly woke up.
Just as she was about to lean over to see the child she had worked so hard to give birth to, her best friend Tang Xueying's doctor uncle, Tang Yuanshan, rushed in with a panicked expression.
"Quick! Zhan Beijue's people are here! A whole crowd! I'll try my best to stall them. Xueying, take Nanfang and leave through the back door. It'll be too late if you don't hurry, go!"
Due to the fetus being too large and placental abruption, the twins were born prematurely, not even reaching full term.
Jiang Nanfang had undergone a cesarean section less than five hours ago and was still extremely weak.
But to prevent her children from falling into Zhan Beijue's clutches the moment they were born, she could only grit her teeth and get out of bed.
Her uncle arranged a car to take them to the pier. On the way, Jiang Nanfang was too weak to open her eyes.
Tang Xueying placed the two babies on her lap and boldly messaged her uncle.
"Everything is going smoothly here. How are things on your end?"
Her uncle replied instantly, "Both have been given to Zhan Beijue."
"I heard Jiang Nanfang was planning to sell her newborn children, but I rescued them. The Zhan family immediately gave me a five-million-dollar check as a reward."
"I must say, Xueying, you're the smartest one in our family."
Tang Xueying glanced at Jiang Nanfang, who had her eyes closed, and cautiously cautioned him.
"Then I'm leaving. Remember not to let anything slip."
"She and Zhan Beijue are both incredibly intelligent people. It took me a lot of effort just to keep her pregnancy with quadruplets a secret. Don't contact me again unless it's absolutely necessary."
———
Six years later.
In the grand lobby of the Senlai Castle Hotel, two rows of uniformed, sunglasses-wearing bodyguards stood rigidly, hands clasped behind their backs.
Zhan Beijue stepped out of his luxury car, was greeted by his assistant at the entrance, and walked expressionlessly through the center of the crowd.
"How much longer until it starts?"
"Two minutes."
"As per your usual request, a two-minute speech, five minutes of interaction, and you'll leave precisely ten minutes from now."
"Where are the young master and miss?"
"They're playing in the lounge next to the banquet hall. Brother Acheng is guarding the door."
They walked and talked, quickly reaching the elevator doors.
The elevator doors had been opened in advance. Zhan Beijue stepped inside, turned, and faced the lobby.
The assistant pressed the close door button, and the doors slowly began to shut.
In the lounge, Zhan Jingge watched his father's every move, already prepared.
"Brother, he just entered the elevator. I'm ready. When will Mommy arrive?"
Zhan Jingrui, with his back to her, was operating another handheld computer.
"She's already in the lobby, arriving any moment. I'll count to three, and when I give the command… one, two, three!"
"Ding!"
A flash of light appeared before him, and the elevator doors that had just closed inexplicably opened again.
Zhan Beijue's eyes were momentarily blinded, and he frowned in displeasure. The assistant, thinking he hadn't pressed the button properly, quickly reached out to press the close door button again.
But before his hand could even touch the button—
"Wait a moment!" accompanied by the hurried sound of high heels on the floor, a young lady rushed from the front of the lobby, zipping past them.
"Excuse me, thank you, thank you!"
Jiang Nanfang entered and stood properly, tidying her hair as she pressed the close door button, then turned to ask the two gentlemen who had waited for her for two seconds.
"Which floor are you two going to?"
I'll press the button for you.
However, it was better not to turn back. The moment she did, her entire body froze.