The Wife From the Contract Marriage Does Not Want to Get Divorced

Lu Yanqing prided herself on being the perfect lover gentle, considerate, and understanding yet her girlfriend cheated on her anyway. To inherit the family business, she agreed to her grandfather’s arrangement: a marriage of convenience with the rumored gentle and quiet foster daughter of the Xie family.

However, on the second day after receiving their marriage certificate, Lu Yanqing woke up to find herself three years into the future. In a café, she stumbled upon Xie Siyu chatting happily with a beautiful woman.

“Are you… on a blind date?” Lu Yanqing asked.

Seeing the wife who had been missing for three years, the usually composed and restrained Xie Siyu lost her cool in public. Her eyes turned red with emotion as she retorted, “Am I divorced? Why wouldn’t I be on a date?”

Speechless, Lu Yanqing offered a “considerate” suggestion: “Then… should we go to the Civil Affairs Bureau right now to finalize it?”

Xie Siyu’s eyes brimmed with tears, her body trembling with rage. “In your dreams.”

Xie Siyu had exhausted every scheme and maneuver to bring this marriage to fruition, only for Lu Yanqing to hide from her for three entire years. Now, upon their reunion, the first thing Lu Yanqing wanted was a divorce.

How could anything in this world be that easy?

“Have you fulfilled the duties and responsibilities of a wife for even a single day? On what grounds should I return this position to you?”

In the CEO’s office of the Lu Group, Xie Siyu spoke the sharpest words in the gentlest of voices.

Lu Yanqing knew she was in the wrong. The Lu Group wouldn’t be where it was today without Xie Siyu’s contributions, and she truly couldn’t bring herself to “slaughter the donkey after it had finished its work.”

“What do you want me to do?” Lu Yanqing asked.

Xie Siyu gazed at her with a sense of suppressed longing. “From today onward… love me.”

“The ‘love’ President Xie wants…” Lu Yanqing remained silent for a long moment before stepping forward, pinning Xie Siyu into her office chair. She leaned down and whispered into her ear, “Is it the ‘love’ that serves as a noun for a respectful marriage, or the ‘love’ that serves as a verb for a passionate entanglement?”

Later, at a banquet, someone captured a photo of Xie Siyu pressed against a floor to ceiling window, being deeply kissed by Lu Yanqing.

Lu Yanqing kissed the pearls at Xie Siyu’s neck, asking breathlessly, “Has anyone else touched you here? Hmm?”

“No,” Xie Siyu replied, gripping Lu Yanqing’s waist with reddened eyes. “There has never been anyone else. It has always been only you.”

“Qingqing, I never wanted a marriage of mutual respect.”