Actually, Shang Xinglu absolutely didn’t believe in the rumor about a gay marriage scam when her mind was clear.

Lin Heng’s sexual orientation was perfectly normal.

Details… well, she knew enough.

Maybe she had been feeling foggy the past few days, but she thought about it for a while.

Then, Shang Xinglu rejected the possibility of a scam marriage.

Jiang Lexuan said, “But I’ve heard this rumor more than once…”

Shang Xinglu replied, “That rumor also says I’m a promiscuous woman, do you believe that?”

Her best friend, Jiang Lexuan, firmly nodded, “I do believe it!”

Shang Xinglu: “…………”

“Seriously, you’re an idiot.”

Shi Rui, being quite insightful, said, “I thought of a possibility… Your Lin Heng could be bisexual. That would explain everything!”

Everyone immediately clapped for her.

But then Shang Xinglu rejected that idea too.

Because she wasn’t stupid, she could tell who Lin Heng liked and who he didn’t. It was clear.

Assistant Fang was just an assistant and also Lin Heng’s university classmate; they had a good relationship in private.

The people spreading these rumors were just indifferent and malicious.

Shang Xinglu had never doubted Lin Heng’s feelings for her. If she had, she wouldn’t have married him.

However, this affection didn’t stop Shang Xinglu from wanting a divorce.

She now felt a deep unease that she couldn’t explain. Everything about Lin Heng—whether it was his long-term work in the United States, the luxurious but hollow mansion, or the rushed pace of their entire marriage—left her feeling unstable.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like Lin Heng.

She did.

That’s why she had agreed to marry him in the first place.

But the more she liked him, and the more this affection might grow, when Shang Xinglu looked back at their journey from acquaintance to dating to marriage…

It was too fast.

Uncomfortably fast.

So fast that it made Shang Xinglu feel that Lin Heng was using his head to fall in love with her, not his heart.

Naturally, Shang Xinglu couldn’t help but think about Shen Wang.

She had known Shen Wang for so long that even using his head no longer worked.

He gradually showed his sincere heart to her, proving it, and looking back now, Shang Xinglu realized how rare Shen Wang was.

This wasn’t about comparing her ex with her current husband. It was just that Shang Xinglu believed her marriage shouldn’t be like this.

Lin Heng, who used his head to love, should use his brain more and think about things.

Fortunately, Shang Xinglu had taken some precautions before the marriage, and since they had only been married for a short time, divorce wasn’t complicated and wouldn’t be too messy.

So, Shang Xinglu carefully planned her trip, and unexpectedly flew to New York.

At a restaurant near his company, Lin Heng’s slightly tired face still had traces of happiness.

Shang Xinglu had already made up her mind, so she put on her armor.

Just like how she decisively broke up with Shen Wang, once she decided something, there was no turning back.

Shang Xinglu said, “Lin Heng, let’s get a divorce.”

Lin Heng’s handsome face, which usually didn’t reveal much emotion, froze for a moment.

He said, “I don’t agree.”

His voice was even more determined than Shang Xinglu’s.

Lin Heng directly rejected her, and Shang Xinglu stood firm as well, with an equally determined attitude.

By the time dinner was over, there was still no conclusion.

The atmosphere between them remained tense.

Shang Xinglu stayed in the U.S. for a week.

In the first few days, she could still see Lin Heng at night, but later on, he started staying in the office overnight.

Shang Xinglu was furious. When Lin Heng’s assistants came to find her, she kept picking on them.

It was laughable—back when she was in the entertainment industry, she had seen how some petty big shots treated their assistants behind the scenes.

She couldn’t learn their lack of morals, but she could certainly copy their methods and make sure people’s mental health suffered.

Shang Xinglu didn’t believe Lin Heng wouldn’t come forward.

Sure enough, as she was about to return to China, Lin Heng finally showed up.

But when Shang Xinglu opened her mouth, she said, “I want a divorce.”

Lin Heng responded, “I don’t agree.”

This cycle continued.

Even Lin Heng’s assistants were speechless. This wasn’t about whether they were going to get a divorce anymore… it was obvious they were in a standoff, right?

Since there were things to handle in China, Shang Xinglu couldn’t stay in the U.S. for too long.

After returning to China, they lived far apart, so when Shang Xinglu raised the topic of divorce, Lin Heng and his (Shang Xinglu’s perspective) sycophants simply ignored her request.

Shang Xinglu was enraged.

This… this is so undemocratic!

It’s the 21st century—how can someone not be allowed to get a divorce?!

But when there’s a policy, there’s always a countermeasure. Shang Xinglu had an idea.

When she said she wanted a divorce and Lin Heng didn’t agree, she started making normal demands—buying houses, yachts, helicopters, and so on.

Lin Heng, being generous, agreed to all of them.

Shang Xinglu thought, “If you won’t agree to a divorce when I bring it up, then I’ll turn it around and make you the one to propose the divorce.”

How could she get Lin Heng to bring up the divorce?

Cheating?

Uh…

Shang Xinglu looked at the sky in exasperation.

She couldn’t quite bring herself to do it.

The problem was that choosing a person to cheat with was already a big dilemma. She couldn’t figure out who she wanted to cheat with.

But not actually cheating—she could still do something else.

Spend her husband’s money shopping at male escort shops, let’s go!

Let’s see if Lin Heng doesn’t get annoyed when he sees the credit card bill.

Then Shang Xinglu started making a scene, becoming more and more persistent and dramatic…

Her girlfriends all sighed, “You’re not trying to get a divorce, you’re just creating a scene!”

The tug-of-war between Lin Heng and Shang Xinglu continued.

In the blink of an eye, two years had passed since their marriage. Both were exhausted, yet neither was willing to concede defeat.

The initial reason for their divorce had long lost its importance.

One wanted to leave. The other refused to let go.

Then came a sudden car accident.

Shang Xinglu was hospitalized. Lin Heng flew back from the U.S. overnight.

On the plane, he almost thought to himself—if he had known something like this would happen, he would have just let her go when she asked for a divorce.

At the hospital.

Shang Xinglu remained unconscious for a week before finally waking up.

Even then, her condition was unstable, and she was only lucid for short periods each day. Lin Heng visited her daily.

At first, Shang Xinglu still recognized him as her husband.

But then, one day, her gaze toward Lin Heng became completely unfamiliar.

She looked at him as if he were a stranger—like she didn’t even know his name.

After informing the doctors, she underwent a series of tests and psychological evaluations.

Eventually, the doctors diagnosed her with amnesia. However, it was not ordinary amnesia.

Instead, her mind had filled in over twenty years of an entirely different life—one completely separate from her actual past. It was as if she had become someone else.

The doctors advised Lin Heng to treat her normally and not to provoke her.

Lin Heng felt a mix of emotions.

He took Shang Xinglu home.

At this point, she no longer remembered her childhood, her younger brother, her ex-boyfriend Shen Wang, the prodigy Chi Yu, or her best friends.

And most importantly, she no longer remembered Lin Heng—the man she wasn’t sure if she loved or not.

Her memories had deviated. What surfaced in her mind was a story she had read long ago.

To her, they were nothing more than characters in a book.

Some never appeared. Others existed but remained nameless.

All emotions reset. Everything started anew.

A brand-new beginning.

A new encounter.

And a new relationship.

…

Half-asleep, Shang Xinglu heard voices—it was Lin Heng and Marilyn.

Marilyn said that dinner was ready.

Lin Heng lowered his voice and said, “Let her sleep a little longer.”

A moment later, she felt the mattress beside her sink slightly. A familiar scent of woody cologne surrounded her as Lin Heng lay down beside her.

Shang Xinglu’s head ached—she wasn’t sure if it was from sleeping wrong.

At the same time, her heart felt overwhelmingly full.

Too full.

So much so that she felt a bit flustered.

She remembered.

…Did this count as remembering?

She was not just some invisible figure in a lab…

No, she was that invisible lab researcher before, and she was also the Shang Xinglu of now.

With her eyes closed, she scooted closer, burying her face into Lin Heng’s embrace.

Memories resurfaced in her mind, unfolding like a dream. But it wasn’t just a dream—it stirred countless emotions, crashing and churning inside her.

She couldn’t calm down.

Lin Heng hadn’t changed into his sleepwear.

He was still wearing a dress shirt. Shang Xinglu grasped the crisp fabric and rubbed her head against his chest.

Clearly, she was awake.

Lin Heng pressed his hand gently against her soft hair but said nothing.

Then, after a while, he noticed something off.

His shirt was getting damp.

Something wasn’t right.

Lin Heng knew Louise wasn’t someone who cried easily. He asked softly, “What’s wrong?”

Back then, Shang Xinglu didn’t understand why Lin Heng refused to let go.

Now, she understood—at least a little.

Even so, she knew that after everything that happened, it would be nearly impossible for them to go back to how they were before.

Thinking about it, maybe losing her memory wasn’t such a bad thing after all?

According to Lin Heng, the car accident that caused her amnesia was orchestrated by Lin Maosen.

Which meant…

Shang Xinglu sniffled, trying to suppress the emotions rolling inside her.

She lifted her head and said, “We should send Lin Maosen a red envelope.”

Lin Heng looked at her in confusion. “Hmm?”

Shang Xinglu replied, “To thank him for having someone run me over. If I hadn’t lost my memory, we wouldn’t have had the chance to start over.”

Lin Heng frowned.

Something about that didn’t sound right.

The more he thought about it, the more he realized—nothing about the phrase “starting over” sounded right.

His body stiffened slightly. “You remember?”

Shang Xinglu pouted. “Mm-hmm, even all the embarrassing parts…”

Lin Heng: “…”

He needed to confirm again. “You really remember?”

Shang Xinglu grumbled, “Are you afraid I’ll bring up how you hid in America and refused to come back? Hmph! Even if I lost my memory, in the end, I still divorced you. So, in the end, I still won.”

Lin Heng: “…………”

At this moment, he was truly speechless.

Even after losing her memory, all she could think about was divorce.

Back when she was recovering at the rehabilitation center, her determination had shaken him to his core. After much deliberation, he finally agreed.

But so what?

From Louise, he had already obtained the one thing he desired the most—something no one else could ever have.