Xue Shaoying and Shi Rui didn’t want to disturb Shang Xinglu on the first day of her “happy” post-divorce life.

So, they considerately waited two hours before going to find Louise.

By that time, Louise had indeed gotten up and was pretending as if nothing had happened.

Xue Shaoying and Shi Rui also pretended that nothing had happened.

But in reality, they had already analyzed the situation.

First, the size of the men’s dress shirt that Louise was wearing gave them a rough estimate of the man’s physique.

Second, Louise’s drowsy, sleepy-eyed state proved that she had definitely been engaged in some “intense activity” until late at night.

Third, Louise was a well-known face connoisseur—every one of her past boyfriends (and ex-husband) had sky-high looks.

And finally, at a time when Louise was feeling so down, for someone to successfully climb into her bed meant that this man must have had some tricks up his sleeve—he knew how to make her happy.

In summary: good physique, good personality, good skills…

Alright, they supported this!

Xue Shaoying said, “Whatever your decision is, we support you.”

Shi Rui agreed, “That’s right. Happiness is rare. As long as you’re happy, who cares about anything else?”

Xue Shaoying added, “So, give it a try. Get to know him without feeling pressured.”

Shi Rui said, “At the end of the day, happiness is what matters most! Are you happy? Should I make you a bowl of noodles?”

Shang Xinglu: “……”

If she told them right now that the so-called “young hunk” was actually President Lin, she wondered what their expressions would be like.

But after thinking it over carefully—

Even if President Lin had no shame, she still did.

Even if she had become a morally corrupt “Scumbag Shang Xinglu,” she still had to pretend to be a “Good Shang Xinglu”!

Only scumbags like to pretend to be good people, so technically, her act wasn’t wrong!

So Shang Xinglu put on a shy expression, nodded, and said, “Mmm, I think you guys are right!”

Xue Shaoying and Shi Rui had come to help Shang Xinglu relax, but these wealthy ladies, who were addicted to extravagance and luxury, didn’t know how to cleanse their souls in a peaceful way.

For them, the best way to relax was to have fun—wild, indulgent fun!

What’s more, Shang Xinglu had just divorced Lin Heng and received a huge sum of money.

If she didn’t spend it on having fun, what was she going to do?

Save it?

So, for the ultimate fun—

The three of them headed straight for Las Vegas.

That was the place to truly let loose.

By the afternoon, they had checked into their hotel, and by evening, they were at a male revue show.

Their VIP front-row tickets had been booked in advance. It was said that these seats came with special perks—a surprise gift from Shi Rui to Shang Xinglu!

At first, Shang Xinglu was still a bit reserved.

After all, these muscular men were all C-cup at least, with chests bigger than hers, glistening with oil. Compared to them, President Lin’s lean Asian frame, even with some muscle, paled in comparison.

Of course, her restraint lasted only a few minutes.

As soon as they entered, the music’s heavy beats kicked in, the stage lights dazzled, and the performers started their routine—first and then they stepped down from the stage for more interactions.

The whole venue erupted with screaming women.

Shang Xinglu, too—

Was screaming like a squeaky toy.

Xue Shaoying: “……”

Shi Rui: “……”

Where was that “No, no, I can’t” act she put on earlier? Who taught her this fake modesty routine?

By the time her throat was hoarse, Shang Xinglu still wasn’t satisfied. After the show, she even went to take pictures with the dancers.

For a little extra cash, the performers would lift you into the air for a photo.

Shang Xinglu went all out—she posed seductively across a row of muscular arms, striking a “Daji lying on the emperor’s bed” pose, looking thoroughly pleased with herself.

The photo was taken.

All three of them took pictures.

After a round of drinks at the bar, they posted their photos to their social media accounts.

By the time Shang Xinglu returned to her hotel room—

She discovered that her post had exploded with likes!

Looking closer, she saw several familiar names in the comments.

Shen Wang: “……” (Probably speechless.)

Xiao Zai: A vaguely meaningful smiley face—was this a middle-aged man’s show of goodwill or a young person’s way of mocking?

At the end was Yin Yao, the most considerate of them all, replying: “Wow, this looks like so much fun! Take me next time!”

Since they all moved in the same social circles, it was no surprise they had each other added.

Shen Wang and Xiao Zai saw the post at the same time: “……”

Why did it feel like they had lost again?

And then there was President Lin.

Not long after being discharged from the hospital, Lin Heng was still working late into the night.

There was a lot to deal with, especially an incident from over two months ago that required careful handling.

Leaning back in his office chair, Lin Heng rubbed his temples, took off his glasses, and unlocked his phone—

Male dancers, Louise.

Louise with male dancers.

Male dancers lifting Louise.

Louise, beaming while touching their muscles.

Then he saw Shen Wang’s “……”, Xiao Zai’s “[Hehe]”, and Yin Yao’s “Wow, this looks like so much fun! Take me next time!”

Lin Heng: “……”

These people were nowhere to be found before, but now that he was newly divorced, they all suddenly popped up?

He looked again at the photo of the muscular men—

And at Shang Xinglu, happily laughing while feeling their muscles.

Lin Heng: “…………”

How long had it even been since the divorce?!

How long had it been since he walked out of that hotel?!

Lin Heng was about to make a call, but just as he pressed the dial button, his finger froze.

…Why should he call?

He threw his phone aside, feeling a headache coming on.

Just then, Gu Wanyu called him.

After the incident two months ago, Gu Wanyu had stayed in China and hadn’t returned yet, so while it was nighttime for Lin Heng, it was daytime for her.

She knew that Lin Heng and Shang Xinglu had just finalized their divorce.

Although Shang Xinglu wasn’t the most outstanding choice in every aspect as Lin Heng’s wife, at first, Gu Wanyu wasn’t too optimistic about her. However, over time, she began to think that Shang Xinglu was actually a pretty good candidate for a daughter-in-law.

But no matter how much she liked her, when it came to choosing between her daughter-in-law and her son, Gu Wanyu’s heart naturally leaned toward her son.

Gu Wanyu took a roundabout way to understand the situation and nagged a little. Lin Heng was already in a bad mood, so he emphasized his tone and asked, “What do you want?”

His heavier tone made things worse—Gu Wanyu was now even more convinced that Lin Heng was upset because of his divorce from Shang Xinglu.

To be honest, Gu Wanyu found the whole situation strange.

She didn’t live in the country and usually didn’t interfere in their affairs. But during those days in New York, when she returned home, she had eyes—she could see things for herself.

Edmond and Louise’s relationship had clearly been getting better, so how did they end up divorcing over something like this?

And she had heard that Louise was the one who initiated the divorce, which made Gu Wanyu even more uncomfortable.

Gu Wanyu said, “Should I give Louise a call and try to persuade her?”

She asked tentatively, but Lin Heng fell into abrupt silence.

Then Lin Heng said, “You don’t need to interfere in this matter.”

Gu Wanyu replied, “I’m serious. If you look at it from another perspective, I’m also doing this for Louise’s sake—”

Before she could finish her sentence, Lin Heng suddenly interrupted her.

“I said, don’t contact her.” Lin Heng spoke each word firmly, his tone carrying a cold solemnity. “Mom, this is between Louise and me. It has nothing to do with you.”

Gu Wanyu: “……”

Then Lin Heng hung up.

…

Shang Xinglu spent over half a month having fun in the U.S. before returning home with Shi Rui and the others.

For every day of excitement during her vacation, she felt equally bored upon returning.

Shang Xinglu went back to sunbathing again.

She tried to pretend she was a plant, hoping that through photosynthesis, she could replenish some content in her brain.

But after a long while…

Shang Xinglu: “… Babe, save me…”

Marilyn rushed over in a panic.

Shang Xinglu: “I think I have a bit of heatstroke…”

Marilyn: “Miss!!!”

Even though summer vacation was over, the heat hadn’t faded.

Shang Xinglu’s face was flushed red from the sun. She stuck on a cooling patch and sipped a cold drink, but she felt she should find something to do.

Honestly, she was feeling extremely empty inside.

She had already achieved life’s three ultimate goals—being single, rich, and not having to work.

How could she not feel empty?!

She considered working at Yunshi, but her family always treated her like a fragile patient and told her to rest more. Besides, she had no interest in the electronics industry—only in playing video games.

Should she take Lin Heng’s money and party every night?

Shang Xinglu looked troubled again.

The guilt of being a wife was gone, but now…

She was just bored.

On the first day of watching muscular guys show off their abs, she was excited.

On the second day, she was still excited.

When she invited a group of buff men to perform a strip show in a private room and stuffed cash into their waistbands, she thought, “Being rich in this world is truly amazing.”

Of course, she couldn’t be obsessed with men every day.

So, she went to the casino.

…Only to be dismissed as a rookie gambler. Shang Xinglu ended up sitting among elderly uncles and aunties, pulling the slot machine lever.

Then, when she saw blonde guys doing another strip show…

She didn’t scream. Her heart didn’t race.

Shang Xinglu realized she had become completely numb.

Shi Rui and Xue Shaoying felt the same.

So, they rushed back home.

On the flight back, Shang Xinglu patted her chest and said, “Thank goodness we left at the right time, or we would’ve eventually turned to crime for excitement…”

Shi Rui: “Right! Like first beep— then beep—.”

Xue Shaoying: “And then beep— beep—.”

Shang Xinglu: “I think beep— then beep— sounds great too!”

A passing flight attendant carrying a tray of orange juice trembled, her face frozen as she glanced at them again.

Shang Xinglu thought carefully—maybe she could write a book.

From rich heiress to actress, to marrying into wealth, to divorce, and then…

Uh, her comeback hadn’t happened yet.

But she could make something up.

Aren’t autobiographies like this usually bestsellers?!

Shang Xinglu thought it was a great idea and took her laptop out.

She found a cozy, stylish café, ordered a drink, struck a perfect pose, took some pictures for social media—after all the prep work, she finally sat in front of a blank document.

And she had no idea what to write.

Shang Xinglu: “……”

Nothing.

She forced herself to think harder.

My… my what kind of life was it again…

…A ridiculous life?

No! I am not ridiculous!

Never!!!

Just then, a woman’s voice said, “Louise, so you’re here! I saw your post and happened to be nearby, so I thought I’d drop by.”

Shang Xinglu looked up.

It was Yin Yao.

She quickly said, “Please, have a seat.”

Yin Yao smiled and sat down.

Before she could speak—

Another shadow loomed over the table.

Shang Xinglu turned her head—it was Shen Wang.

Shen Wang said, “…I was also nearby. What a coincidence.”