In the dimly lit car, Qin Fan's red lips were tightly pressed together, her delicate features filled with coldness.

Unlike her usual self, who would casually scroll through comments and joke around, she leaned back against the car seat, closing her eyes, lost in thought.

But the gloating words of Qin Yuzhi from earlier that day surfaced in her mind.

'Rekindling an old flame... so is this Cheng Xi really Xie Yanli's—White Moonlight?'

Seeing her expression was off, Jiang Rong asked tentatively, "Are you okay?"

Qin Fan paused for a long moment, then slowly raised her long, curly eyelashes. Her clear eyes held a faint hint of sarcasm. "What could possibly be wrong with me?"

"It's just a plastic marriage of convenience. Whether he stays faithful or has flings everywhere has nothing to do with me, the trophy wife."

She had been the one crossing the line recently.

It had to be said, this news was a rude awakening that completely cleared her head.

Conquering some man? Conquering the entertainment industry is much more interesting.

Director Pei was right, men only hold you back!

Jiang Rong carefully examined the photo and analyzed it for Qin Fan, "In my opinion, President Xie might not be smiling at her. Look, this woman isn't as beautiful, doesn't have as good a figure, and isn't as charming as you. A man would have to be blind to leave a lively and fragrant Fairy wife like you unsatisfied and go cheat on you."

"Besides, with President Xie's status, why would he cheat? If he really fell for another woman, he could just force a divorce with you. It's completely unnecessary."

Qin Fan didn't interrupt her.

Not until Jiang Rong, parched from talking, downed the cup of coffee in front of her.

Only then did Qin Fan speak calmly, "Oh, maybe he's afraid I'll take half his assets. The cost of divorce for a capitalist is too high, it's not worth it."

Jiang Rong: "..."

Qin Fan glanced one last time at the enlarged photo in Jiang Rong's hand. Her gaze went past the curve of Xie Yanli's lips and suddenly landed on Cheng Xi's side. A small part of her wrist was visible, and on it was a string of miniature black prayer beads.

After all, since the two parties involved weren't in the entertainment industry, the news was currently only circulating within a small financial circle and hadn't blown up yet.

By the time she returned to the Beijing Suburban Villa, it was already eight in the evening.

Qin Fan had no appetite and went straight upstairs to shower and sleep.

In the vast bedroom, the curtains were drawn tightly, creating a somewhat oppressive silence. Aside from the faint sound of breathing from the bed, there was no other noise.

Qin Fan buried herself under the covers, motionless.

When she closed her eyes, the photo from the news appeared. She thought she didn't care, but her mind wouldn't obey, constantly bringing it up.

The dark of the night always magnifies all emotions.

Qin Fan abruptly sat up, sitting cross-legged on the large bed.

'This isn't right. Shouldn't I care?'

As the official Mrs. Xie, she was being cheated on for no reason. It's perfectly normal for her to care!

Anyone with a bit of a temper wouldn't just tolerate this, right?

Wouldn't that make her a pushover, someone anyone could pinch?

Unable to sleep, Qin Fan took what looked like the most expensive bottle of wine from the top shelf of Xie Yanli's liquor cabinet. She leaned leisurely against the bar, poured a glass, and prepared to use it to fall asleep.

Her insomnia was all Xie Yanli's fault, so of course, he had to compensate with his most expensive wine!

If she saved money for Xie Yanli, it might just end up being saved for some other woman in the future.

On what grounds? She had been Mrs. Xie for two years; she was definitely drinking this bottle of wine.

The living room lights were off, with only a dim yellow wall lamp lit by the bar on one side.

Qin Fan's slender, fair fingers gripped the bottle as she poured herself a glass of red wine. Under the light, the wine swirled in the glass, exuding a mysterious luster.

Qin Fan first took a cautious sip and found it to be mellow and rich. The more she sipped, the more she became addicted, and the glass of red wine was empty just like that.

Feeling that it wasn't enough, and thinking it didn't taste very alcoholic, Qin Fan assumed the wine had a low alcohol content.

Before she knew it, the bottle was half empty.

As she drank more, Qin Fan got a little bored. Her soft, boneless hand tapped on the phone beside her.

Pressing her red lips together, she lazily unblocked him on WeChat.

Her fingertips unsteadily changed his contact name—Old Man with Bad Eyesight.

Then she sent WeChat messages:

[Scumbag!]

[This Fairy doesn't want you anymore!]

[I'm going to use your wallet to keep a hundred young, fresh pretty boys who are younger and more tender than you and know how to make me happy.]

[You old piece of cured meat, hmph, hmph, hmph, just keep it for yourself!]

[Let's get a divorce. Don't stop this Fairy from finding fresh, tender meat... bodies.]

[Look, isn't this Fairy so much better than you? At least I have class and decency, knowing to get a divorce before looking for a second spring of sexu...al bliss.]

Qin Fan's wrist went limp, losing all strength.

Of course, after she finished her tirade, she didn't forget to block the 'Old Man with Bad Eyesight' again.

Pouting her moist, vibrant red lips, Qin Fan's tone was unknowingly soft and drawn out as she huffed, "Dog men only deserve to stay in dark dog cages."

After muttering, Qin Fan furrowed her delicate brows. "Ugh... why am I dizzy?"

"I must have been cursed by that dog man!"

"..."

Three kilometers away from the Beijing Suburban Villa.

Xie Yanli was in the back seat handling some final work. After returning from his business trip today, he had gone straight to the company.

It was nearly ten o'clock when he finally left the office.

Originally, the elite secretarial team of the Xie Group had thought they would be working overtime with their boss all night.

To their utter surprise, President Xie actually got off work before ten!

It was a cause for universal celebration.

The workaholic boss, for the first time, didn't pull an all-nighter after returning from a business trip!

At that moment, Secretary Wen was looking at the series of messages displayed on his boss's personal phone with a complicated expression.

He didn't dare to make a sound, nor did he dare to turn off the vibration.

In the quiet car, the buzzing was very obvious.

It finally caught Xie Yanli's attention. He lifted his cold eyes.

Secretary Wen shivered and quickly explained, "President Xie, it's Mrs. Xie who sent you messages."

'Mrs. Xie sent him messages?'

Xie Yanli recalled that he had been on a business trip for so long, and the last WeChat message he received from Mrs. Xie was half a month ago—a shopping list for him to buy things for her.

The phone vibrated frequently again.

Xie Yanli glanced down at his unfinished work on the screen. "What did she say?"

His long, slender fingers tapped on the keyboard as he asked, multitasking.

Secretary Wen looked at the messages scrolling on the screen, fell silent for a few seconds, and decisively handed the phone over. "You should look at it yourself. I dare not read it."

'Topics like 'young fresh meat' and 'old cured meat'—is that something a humble subordinate like him should be seeing!?'

'No way, no way. He hadn't had enough of his position as the chief secretary of the Xie Group yet.'

Xie Yanli casually glanced over. After seeing the WeChat messages on the screen clearly, the usually calm and proper man's dark pupils instantly became as deep and profound as the vast ocean.

He slowly closed the laptop with the unfinished document.

Xie Yanli took the silver-gray phone. His posture in the car seat remained elegant and upright, but Secretary Wen keenly sensed a different atmosphere.

Guessing his boss's thoughts, he raised the partition between the front and back seats.

Xie Yanli paid no mind to his overly dramatic secretary, focusing his attention on the WeChat message screen.

Then, his fingertips tapped a few times:

[Home in ten minutes.]

Just as he hit send.

Suddenly, a bright red exclamation mark appeared in front of the message.

Below it was a line of small text: The message has been sent, but it was rejected by the recipient.

After staring at the screen for a few seconds, Xie Yanli's low, cold laughter echoed in the silent car.

In the passenger seat, Secretary Wen silently wrapped his small suit jacket tighter around himself.