The winter night was particularly long and quiet. In the silent darkness, the man's neck-long body quietly crept into the woman's quilt, completely ignoring the coldness on his body.

"Hiss..." The chill woke up Qiao Yumeng. She bit her lip and forced herself to swallow her voice, but the man suddenly became angry. He reached out and grabbed the pillow to cover her face, not letting her have a chance to face him. It seemed that as long as he took a look at her, his eyes would be stained.

Then, he unceremoniously slipped into her pajamas with his cold hands...

Everything was like a nightmare. It came suddenly and ended quickly.

A rustling sound came from the darkness. It was a man dressed in clothes. Qiao Yumeng suddenly opened his eyes and reached out to press the switch on the wall. The big room was instantly lit up by the lights.

The hand of the man, who was buttoning his shirt, froze, and a look of disgust appeared on his face. "Qiao Yumeng, are you looking for death?"

Qiao Yumeng still stretched out his arms and looked at the man stiffly, as if he were a doll with a hair tie. "Fu Qianchen, how long has it been since you last saw me?"

Fu Qianchen and Qiao Yumeng's husband, although they had been married for two years, they were like strangers. Even if they were occasionally intimate with each other, it was just a ceremony, and they chose to keep Qiao Yumeng safe every month.

"Ha!" Fu Qianchen sneered and did not hide his disdain for Qiao Yumeng. He gently raised his perfect lips, but what he said was extremely harsh. "It's disgusting enough to marry you. I don't want to see your disgusting face again!"

"Is her face disgusting?" Qiao Yumeng felt a sharp pain in his heart. It was not because she was not good-looking, but because he hated her.

Qiao Yumeng slowly withdrew her hand and unconsciously grabbed the sheet. It seemed that only by doing so could she have some confidence. She looked up and met Fu Qianchen's eyes full of disgust. "The road is frozen today. Let's go tomorrow morning."

"Haha." In the face of Qiao Yumeng's concern, the disgust in Fu Qianchen's eyes grew stronger. He raised his hand and pinched Qiao Yumeng's chin, as if he wanted to crush Qiao Yumeng's chin. "Qiao Yumeng, are you so shameless?"

Qiao Yumeng held his breath for a moment, and his fingers trembled with him. Had she always been so miserable in Fu Qianchen's eyes?

"Qiao... she didn't attend your wedding that year. It really wasn't me..."

"Shut up!" Fu Qianchen tightened his grip on Qiao Yumeng's chin. His tone was full of sarcasm and coldness. "Qiao Yumeng, you don't deserve to mention Xiaorou's name!"

Yes, she was a vicious sister. She forced her sister to go abroad and took her husband away. An elder sister like her was indeed unworthy of mentioning Qiao Yurou's name.

"Tomorrow is..." Our wedding anniversary.

"I won't come back!" Fu Qianchen interrupted Qiao Yumeng.

It made sense. How long had they been married? Two years? In two years, he had never regarded her as a wife, let alone such a stupid day like the wedding ceremony. She was really asking for humiliation.

"I know you won't come back." Qiao Yumeng turned over. His eyes were a little uncertain, and his tone was a little empty. "So, I prepared a gift for you."

"A gift? She even prepared a gift for him?" Fu Qianchen finally looked straight at Qiao Yumeng, but he didn't expect that the first person he saw was Qiao Yumeng, who was covered in bruises. Every trace on it seemed to be accusing him of being so rude.

What a vicious woman!

Fu Qianchen stood up directly, turned his back to Qiao Yumeng, and said impatiently, "I advise you not to play tricks! At least, you can still be the president's wife safely! Otherwise..."

"This is... your gift." Qiao Yumeng's voice came from behind Fu Qianchen. Her simple words exhausted all her strength and courage.

Fu Qianchen clearly hated Qiao Yumeng to the extreme, but when he heard her tone, he couldn't help but turn his head and look at her.

Qiao Yumeng was holding a document in his hand.

"What is that?" Fu Qianchen frowned. This woman was so vicious. Could it be that she wanted him to give her something like inheritance?

"A divorce agreement." Qiao Yumeng swallowed hard. "Fu Qianchen, I know you hate me, but... if you want me to give up this marriage, you have to pay the price."

Fu Qianchen did not answer Qiao Yumeng, but raised the corner of his mouth sarcastically.

"As long as you stay with me for one night like an ordinary couple, I will give you the divorce agreement." Qiao Yumeng said firmly, but the fingers hidden behind her had already curled up. As long as she moved again, the strength she pretended to be would completely collapse.

"Qiao Yumeng, you are so cheap." Fu Qianchen looked down at the humble woman in front of him. She was really shameless for money!

"What, you don't dare?" Qiao Yumeng raised his chin and provoked Fu Qianchen.

"Damn it!" Fu Qianchen leaned over and grabbed Qiao Yumeng's neck. She was very thin, and her neck was very thin. It seemed that as long as he exerted more strength, she would directly break her neck.

Looking at the furious Fu Qianchen, Qiao Yumeng was very scared, but even so, she still smiled at him. "What, our famous Mr. Fu is afraid of a woman? It's ridiculous."

"Are you infuriating me?" Fu Qianchen asked, gnashing his teeth. He looked ferocious as if he was going to tear Qiao Yumeng into pieces.

"Why don't you let me see if you're really scared?" After saying that, Qiao Yumeng got up boldly and kissed him.

Fu Qianchen turned his head to avoid Qiao Yumeng's lips and directly pressed Qiao Yumeng on the bed. He was still as rude as before, but different from usual, Qiao Yumeng finally stopped holding back.

After everything was over, Qiao Yumeng turned to look at Fu Qianchen, and his eyes swept across his face little by little.

He was still the same as he was in her memory. He was so familiar... so strange.

Qiao Yumeng lay there quietly until it was getting dark. She got out of bed, put on her clothes, and put the divorce agreement on the bedside table. After a moment of hesitation, she finally walked to the door of the room.

Before she stepped out of the room, she finally couldn't help but stop and look at Fu Qianchen again, who was sleeping with his eyes closed. "Fu Qianchen, I haven't regretted what happened that year, but at the same time, I haven't wronged anyone."

She knew that he would not answer her, but she could not help but continue to say in a low voice, "I have signed the divorce agreement. From now on, you are free."

After that, Qiao Yumeng still couldn't hold back his hope and looked at Fu Qianchen. His eyes were closed and his breathing was very light. He obviously didn't fall asleep, but even so, he still didn't want to look at her.

"Forget it." Qiao Yumeng shook his head and turned to leave.