Shang Xinglu and Lin Heng had already signed all the necessary documents.

There were so many papers that Shang Xinglu was feeling dizzy from all the signing.

She glanced at Lin Heng…

Emmmmm…

This guy was so casual and elegant even when signing, truly the CEO style. Professional office signer, just different!

Shang Xinglu tried to muster some energy.

I can do this too!

I used to sign lots of experimental logs when I was a laboratory worker!!!

Shang Xinglu gripped the pen, looking very cool as she scribbled on the contract.

At that moment, David Lee’s assistant said, “Miss Shang, wait a minute.”

Shang Xinglu pulled out her noblewoman charm, smiled, paused, and gracefully asked, “What’s the matter?”

The assistant said, “Uh, sorry, you signed in the wrong place. This spot should be for us to sign.”

Shang Xinglu: “…”

Then, she heard Lin Heng coughing, coughing, coughing, non-stop.

Shang Xinglu: “…………”

Fine!

Her special power was to be completely slapped in the face while acting all cool, huh?!

Shang Xinglu angrily finished signing, and Lin Heng was done too.

The remaining formalities were left for the lawyers to handle.

Although their previous marital relationship still held legal weight until the lawyer finished the paperwork, for Shang Xinglu and Lin Heng, they were officially divorced.

They took the same elevator down.

Shang Xinglu stared at the descending numbers above.

All she felt was…

Awkward.

In fact, when she first started interacting with Lin Heng, things were pretty awkward too.

But later on… she just got used to it.

Now, with the identity of an ex-wife, there wasn’t much of a tangible feeling.

Shang Xinglu thought she should feel awkward, at least out of respect for Lin Heng, but she should awkwardly play the part.

However, Lin Heng spoke at this moment: “Let’s have a meal, and then I’ll send you back to the hotel.”

His tone was so casual, as if they hadn’t even gotten divorced.

Shang Xinglu blinked.

…Something didn’t feel right.

Honestly, this was her first divorce. She didn’t have much experience, but maybe if she did it more, she’d get better at it.

But comparing to her reference point… for marriage, you’d have a meal together, so naturally, after a divorce, you’d have a meal together too.

Could this be the legendary “break-up meal”???

Shang Xinglu sneakily glanced at Lin Heng.

Lin Heng quickly caught her gaze, turned his head toward her, raised an eyebrow slightly, and his expression spoke volumes—going or not?

Shang Xinglu was caught spying, her face turned red.

She pretended to remain calm and cleared her throat.

“Fine, let’s eat.”

There was a good restaurant nearby.

This time, Fang Liao had come with Lin Heng, and it seemed he had reserved a spot in advance.

Lin Heng was still the same at meals, not saying much.

Shang Xinglu had gotten used to it.

She went to the bathroom halfway through the meal, and when she was drying her hands outside, she ran into Fang Liao.

Fang Liao had initially just greeted her briefly, but as she was about to leave, he seemed to think for a moment before saying, “Louise, actually, Edmond didn’t contact you while you were in the hospital because he had his reasons. He…”

Shang Xinglu blinked in confusion.

“Why are you telling me this? We’re already divorced.”

Fang Liao froze, unable to respond.

Then, he gathered himself and said, “The reason he made this decision is actually…”

Shang Xinglu interrupted him again.

She made a “stop” gesture.

At this moment, Shang Xinglu wasn’t serious nor relaxed. She just had a neutral expression.

“You can stop. Whatever his reasons, plans, or thoughts are, why didn’t he tell me himself? If he didn’t tell me, doesn’t that mean, after thinking it through, he decided it wasn’t necessary to tell me?”

Fang Liao thought, why wouldn’t it be necessary?

Fang Liao believed there were two types of handsome men.

One type is openly flirtatious, impossible to ignore; the other type is more reserved, but still just as flirtatious.

Lin Heng was the latter, reserved and hard to approach.

By the time he actually speaks, it’s already too late.

At first, Fang Liao hadn’t realized, but now he felt that Lin Heng actually did care about Shang Xinglu.

So Fang Liao became more confused.

If he didn’t care before, why get married? Now that he finally started to care, why even bother getting divorced?

Fang Liao felt that he needed to explain things for Lin Heng.

At this point, Shang Xinglu looked at Fang Liao.

Her eyes were clear and direct, with no trace of ambiguity, and her thoughts came across plainly.

“And why do you think you have the position to represent Lin Heng and say all these things to me?” Shang Xinglu said.

Fang Liao was stunned.

He touched his nose, instantly feeling guilty.

…He had to admit, that was a fair point.

Fang Liao stopped speaking, and Shang Xinglu returned to the table to continue eating.

After the dinner was over, Shang Xinglu noticed that Fang Liao had disappeared.

Lin Heng asked the driver to take her back to the hotel.

Once at the parking lot, Lin Heng also got out of the car and walked her to the door.

Lin Heng still had the same blank expression.

But just before closing the door, he started saying, “Remember to close the windows and door properly, don’t open the door to strangers. The hotel isn’t like your own home. If anything happens, remember to contact your assistant in the next room, or if anything serious happens, call…” He paused. “Call the police. And take your medicine, rest well. Oh, by the way, are you planning to stay here for a while, or head back soon? It’s not very safe around here.”

Shang Xinglu: “…”

Master, please stop reciting! My head hurts!!!

Seeing her not respond, Lin Heng asked again, “Are you staying a few days before going back, or will you head back in a couple of days?”

Shang Xinglu didn’t close the door.

She ran into the room, opened the fridge, grabbed a small bottle of alcohol, and drank it in front of Lin Heng.

Her face immediately turned red—thanks to the alcohol.

Shang Xinglu quickly ran back, hands on her hips, arrogantly saying, “None of your business!”

She was about to close the door.

Lin Heng reached out and grabbed the door, frowning, lowering his voice, “Say that again?”

Shang Xinglu: “…………”

She grabbed another bottle of alcohol. “None! Of! Your! Business!”

“I’m Finally in Charge!”

Shang Xinglu: “Oh, oh, oh! I, Shang, have finally turned the tables and become the master!!!”

She looked up at the ceiling.

Uh, why does that sound a little like an S&M thing?

…Never mind!

Shang Xinglu felt quite smug about herself at that moment.

However, just then, a “click” sound rang out, which was particularly noticeable in the quiet space.

Shang Xinglu froze in place.

Then came another “click,” this time louder and clearer!

Before she could even figure out the source of the sound, her mind was bombarded by a series of unpleasant thoughts, flashing across her brain like a barrage.

“Click—”

Shang Xinglu threw her drink and jumped onto Lin Heng, hugging him tightly.

She muttered to herself, “I’m a mushroom… mushroom… mushroom… I’m a tree… tree… tree…”

Lin Heng: “…”

This was the same person who, just moments ago, had been drinking to bolster her courage and boldly told him to not interfere.

Lin Heng, reluctantly, gave her a bit of face.

He pushed her to the back and said, “Let me check inside.”

However, Shang Xinglu didn’t want to stay alone in the empty corridor.

Although she’d like to call herself “Shang, the Brave,” recently, that persona was really hard to maintain…

Shang Xinglu grabbed the back of his shirt and trailed behind him like a little tail.

They passed the living room, went through the sitting area outside the suite, and finally entered the bedroom.

The wind blew open the bedroom window.

But if the window wasn’t fixed, it would automatically bounce back.

So the window kept making a “click, click, click” sound.

Lin Heng helped her close the window.

Shang Xinglu felt a little embarrassed.

To be honest, even though she wasn’t “Shang the Brave,” she had at least been “Shang with Courage” before.

Yet now, a simple window being blown open by the wind had to be checked by the fluff-loving Lin Heng…

What happened to her brave reputation?!

Shang Xinglu tried to save face, saying, “I suddenly understand your fear of fluffy things…”

Lin Heng immediately frowned. “I’m allergic.”

Shang Xinglu: “…”

She quickly replied, “Then I’m also allergic! Allergic to noise, allergic to darkness, basically, I’m allergic!”

Lin Heng: “…”

The two of them kept glaring at each other. After a while, Shang Xinglu was the first to burst into laughter.

Lin Heng also smiled.

His brows relaxed, and his face became much more vivid.

My husband… no, my ex-husband, is really handsome.

Shang Xinglu swallowed.

Just one more second, one more second of looking!

Then, the next second, the “Shang dog person,” who had been secretly admiring Mr. Lin’s beauty, was immediately caught red-handed.

Lin Heng narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze darkening.

He adjusted the messy hair she had brushed across his back earlier.

Whether it was from the hair or his fingers, she felt a tingling sensation on her face.

Lin Heng asked, “Are you still afraid of the dark?”

Shang Xinglu: “…”

No, no, no, right now… I’m a little afraid of you!!!

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The Next Morning.

Shang Xinglu sat at the edge of the bed, her face full of shadow.

She felt like she had made a common mistake that many scumbags make—being tempted by beauty.

She turned her head again and looked at Lin Heng’s sleeping face.

Well, not too bad, right?

They’ve already had their post-breakup meal, and having a little post-breakup fun doesn’t seem like a problem.

With this mental preparation, Shang Xinglu’s knees gave way, and she collapsed onto the ground.

Heaven! When did I become such a shameless, immoral, and shallow scum!!!

However, before she could finish her deep self-reflection, the doorbell rang.

Shang Xinglu thought it was Marilyn. She randomly grabbed a piece of clothing from the ground, put it on, and went to open the door.

“Um, dear, you might need to go buy two men’s replacements…”

When she opened the door, she saw Xue Shaoying and Shi Rui.

Shang Xinglu: “…”

Xue Shaoying and Shi Rui struck a flirtatious pose to greet her, but before they finished their greeting, their jaws dropped to the floor.

“Your shirt is a men’s shirt!!”

Shang Xinglu was speechless.

Well, great, now she had scared her friends into stuttering.

“What do you mean by ‘men’s replacement’? I can smell the scent of a wild man through the door!”

Shang Xinglu was still speechless.

Ahhhh~~~ are you the Black Cat Detective?

Xue Shaoying and Shi Rui spoke in unison, “Aha! I see, you’ve been planning your divorce from Mr. Lin for a while!”

Shang Xinglu: “…”

She couldn’t deny it…

For whatever reason, she had indeed wanted to get a divorce for a long, long time!

Shi Rui: “Hey, can we see what this little fresh meat looks like?”

Well… like Mr. Lin?

Shang Xinglu smiled and said, “He’s young and shy, so don’t scare him. Quickly, go back to your rooms and wait for me. I’ll be with you shortly.”

Xue Shaoying and Shi Rui had come because they knew she was going through a lot lately with the divorce, and since she was in a bad mood, they decided to take a quick vacation in the US with her.

But they didn’t expect Louise to be so calm about it.

This was a good thing!

Xue Shaoying and Shi Rui didn’t rush to gossip, although they tried to peek through the door crack to see the “fresh meat,” but naturally, since the old “fresh meat” was behind the door, they couldn’t see anything.

Xue Shaoying and Shi Rui left for now.

Shang Xinglu sighed in relief.

A few minutes later, Lin Heng, disheveled, appeared at the hotel’s front door.

He had a gloomy expression and first called the driver.

This was a six-star hotel. Although Lin Heng wore an expensive suit, it was wrinkled and really out of place, causing people in the lobby to stare at him.

Thinking back to when he had ruthlessly kicked someone out earlier…

Lin Heng’s expression grew even darker.

The driver had been on standby all night at the hotel, and upon receiving the call, rushed out.

Lin Heng walked toward the car door while he crumpled his wrinkled tie into a ball and tossed it into the trash.