Volume 1 Chapter 1: After Losing My Memory, My Husband Wants a Divorce  

“You’ve lost your memory.”  

“Your husband didn’t answer the phone.”  

“We found divorce papers in the bag you were carrying.”  

The doctor looked at Qin Ya with a slightly sympathetic gaze.  

Qin Ya’s eyes shifted from confusion to clarity, bit by bit.  

Three sentences—ten seconds of stunned silence.  

She was married?  

And now getting divorced?  

Qin Ya touched the bandage on her head. It hurt, and her voice was hoarse from not speaking for a while.  

“What happened to me?”  

The doctor replied, “A car accident. A pile-up on the highway. You’re lucky—you woke up after just one day.”  

He glanced at the scans in his hand. “Unfortunately, there’s a blood clot blocking part of your brain.”  

Qin Ya asked, “Doctor, will I ever remember?”  

“Hard to say. It depends on your recovery. Cases like this aren’t common.”  

“Get some rest. Contact your family to come.”  

Qin Ya’s head throbbed with sharp pain, as if someone were hammering at it.  

She couldn’t remember anything—her past was a blank slate.  

Fortunately, her phone wasn’t broken.  

Unlocking it, the wallpaper immediately caught her eye.  

It was a strikingly handsome man—high nose, long lashes, dark eyes gazing indifferently at the camera, exuding an air of aloof arrogance.  

Was this her husband?  

Qin Ya fiddled with her phone, trying to piece together her identity and past as quickly as possible.  

Her messaging apps and call logs were spotless—whether she had cleared them herself or not, she couldn’t tell.  

But soon, she found news about herself and her husband, Shi Jianchuan.  

Qin Ya barely had to search before entertainment gossip headlines bombarded her with related stories.  

#Qin Corporation CEO and Qin Family’s Eldest Daughter’s Marriage on the Rocks—Divorce Imminent?  

#President Qin Takes Full Control—The End of a Forced Marriage?  

#President Qin Single Again—Multiple Socialites Sending Signals  

The marketing accounts’ headlines grew increasingly sensational. Qin Ya randomly clicked on one.  

The article was just as explosive as the title.  

Qin Ya’s expression shifted rapidly.  

“Qin Corporation sponsored Shi Jianchuan, and I forced myself on him?”  

“Tore him away from his childhood sweetheart and blackmailed him into marriage with a debt of gratitude?”  

“No staying out overnight, no drinking, no business dinners, all women must stay a meter away—and his phone has a tracking device?”  

“Forced him to tattoo my name on his chest?”  

“Shi Jianchuan endured in silence, rising from a lowly employee to the head of Qin Corporation—finally free to dump me?”  

Qin Ya rubbed her temples.  

Hard to believe this was 21st-century news.  

Every claim was more outrageous than the last.  

Skeptical, Qin Ya clicked on a few more marketing accounts.  

The stories were largely the same.  

The gist: She, Qin Ya, the eldest daughter of Qin Corporation, had taken a liking to Shi Jianchuan, an orphan sponsored by the company.  

She schemed to break up his childhood sweetheart, then leveraged his gratitude to force him into marriage.  

After marriage, she imposed dozens of family rules, acting tyrannically and capriciously.  

The articles included a few photos.  

One showed Qin Ya walking ahead while Shi Jianchuan trailed two steps behind, arms laden with shopping bags.  

Another, in a dimly lit bar with flashing lights, captured Qin Ya tilting Shi Jianchuan’s chin and pouring liquor down his throat.

The liquor trickled down the corner of his lips, dampening his clothes and revealing the beautifully defined muscles beneath.

A faint flush lingered at the corners of his eyes.

In the last photo, Qin Ya was seen walking up to Shi Jianchuan in public and slapping him hard across the face.

After seeing it, Qin Ya wanted to give herself a beating.

She sat frozen on the bed for a while before her fingers unconsciously saved the second image.

Setting aside what she had done, Shi Jianchuan was just too damn handsome.

His slightly parted lips, the bob of his Adam’s apple, his tightly shut eyes, and the faint tremble of his long lashes.

The liquor dripped down, soaking his clothes.

Qin Ya snapped a selfie and sent it to the contact saved as “Hubby” in her phone.

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[Hubby, I’m hurt. Come pick me up.]

The message was sent, but there was no response.

Qin Ya exited the chat and continued scouring the internet for more traces of the past.

Her online presence was significant—titles like “Qin Corporation’s Only Little Princess,” “Qin Family’s Eldest Daughter,” “Top of the Socialite List,” and a whole slew of other extravagant labels.

But most of the buzz revolved around the love-hate saga between her and Shi Jianchuan.

Just the two of them had fueled countless marketing accounts, with every topic about them racking up absurdly high view counts.

*Bang.*

The hospital room door was pushed open.

Shi Jianchuan walked in, dressed in a tailored black suit that accentuated his slender waist and long legs.

He stood at the doorway, his dark, unfathomable eyes fixed on her.

A few strands of hair clung to his cheeks, his lips pressed into a thin line.

Qin Ya felt awkward.

Facing the victim of her forceful advances, she wasn’t sure how to react.

She raised her hand, about to greet him.

But Shi Jianchuan had already stepped inside.

His gaze lowered slightly, making it impossible for Qin Ya to read his expression.

“You win.”

“Let’s divorce.”

“I’ll resign from Qin Corporation.”

Three sentences—each one hitting her like a hammer.

She reached out, but before her fingers could even brush the cold, aloof man’s sleeve—

He gave her one last deep look, then turned and left.