Chi Wan arrived. Fresh from a shopping spree, Su Xiaofu whisked Chi Wan straight to 1996, a club where she intended to throw her a wild divorce party. Chi Wan hadn’t expected to run into Huo Sihan and his crew there, and she certainly couldn’t miss the mockery in their voices. Chi Wan recognized the men in the VIP booth—Gu Beichen and the rest of Huo Sihan's inner circle. Gu Beichen was his best friend. Back when Huo Sihan and her sister, Chi Jiao, were in the throes of their epic romance, everyone in their group had adored Chi Jiao. Gu Beichen had even called her "sister-in-law." In the three years that followed, Chi Wan had never been able to break into their circle. They all looked down on her. The labels they'd slapped on her were always the same: "the substitute bride who threw herself at him," "the ugly duckling," "the country bumpkin." When a man doesn't love you, his friends won't respect you either. Su Xiaofu was already seeing red. Rolling up her sleeves, she was ready for a fight. "Let me at them! I'll go rip their mouths shut!" Chi Wan grabbed her arm. "Xiaofu, let it go. We're divorced now. There's no point getting angry with them." Seeing Chi Wan's cool and composed demeanor, Su Xiaofu reluctantly reined in her temper. Just then, more and more eyes began to fixate on Chi Wan, with whispers of "goddess" and "heavenly beauty" spreading through the crowd. Su Xiaofu’s mood lifted. "Wanwan, come on. Let's get this party started." Su Xiaofu led Chi Wan to another VIP booth on the other side of the room and declared with a grand wave of her hand, "Bring all of your male hosts from 1996 over here!" In the other booth, a few of the rich heirs were still laughing at Chi Wan when they felt a cool, sharp gaze fall upon them. They looked up to see Huo Sihan, lounging in the main seat, lazily lifting his handsome eyes to sweep a glance over them. It was cold, displeased, and carried a sharp warning. The grins on their faces froze, and they immediately shut up, not daring to utter another bad word about Chi Wan. Gu Beichen watched Huo Sihan. Even though Sihan had never spared Chi Wan a second glance, she had taken care of him diligently for three years. He supposed his friend still felt some lingering obligation. Just then, the buzz in the surrounding area grew louder. "What a goddess! Absolutely stunning!" A goddess? Where? Gu Beichen followed the crowd's gaze and was instantly floored. "Holy shit, she really is a goddess." The eyes of the men beside him went wide. "Since when did Haicheng have a beauty like that? I've never seen her before." Gu Beichen nudged Huo Sihan. "Sihan, you've got to see this goddess." Huo Sihan was never short of women. He’d seen them all, from slender to curvaceous, and had no interest in looking. But Chi Wan’s booth was directly opposite his. He glanced up and saw her. Chi Wan had taken off her black-rimmed glasses, shedding her usual dull, rigid demeanor. Her delicate, palm-sized face was as fair and smooth as porcelain. Her bone structure was exquisite, and she possessed a cool, ethereal air. Her long, raven hair, glossy and pure, cascaded meekly over her shoulders. She was the very picture of an otherworldly beauty. Huo Sihan’s gaze lingered for a couple of seconds. Gu Beichen asked excitedly, "Sihan, what do you think of the goddess?" Another heir chimed in, "Huo probably isn't impressed. His type is the soft, delicate beauty like Chi Jiao, not this cool goddess type." "Hey, look at the goddess's legs! They're every bit as good as Chi Jiao's." Chi Wan was wearing a tweed miniskirt, a departure from her usual conservative style. For the first time, she was showing her legs. They were perfectly proportioned, slender yet shapely. The kind of legs that sent a man's imagination running wild. Every bit as good as Chi Jiao's. Huo Sihan looked at the "goddess" for another two seconds. For some reason, the woman looked familiar, as if he'd seen her somewhere before. Just then, a procession of male hosts filed in, each one fair-skinned, handsome, and long-legged. They lined up in front of Chi Wan. Su Xiaofu grinned. "Wanwan, go on. Pick eight." To celebrate her escape from the misery of marriage, Chi Wan decided to let herself go. "You, you, you... all of you, stay." Gu Beichen counted under his breath. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. The goddess actually picked eight guys in one go." The other heirs jeered good-naturedly. "Why waste the money? We'd do it for free if she just asked." They all laughed. Ping. Huo Sihan's phone buzzed again with a spending notification. He picked it up. What had Chi Wan bought now? 【Dear VVIP Customer: Your card ending in 0975 has been charged 500,000 dollars at 1996 Bar for the services of eight male hosts.】 Huo Sihan's expression froze. He read the words "eight male hosts" twice, then lifted his eyes to the goddess across the room. Who else could that goddess be, the one who had just furiously ordered eight hosts, if not Chi Wan? Huo Sihan... The eight hosts swarmed around Chi Wan, pouring her a drink. "Miss, let's play a drinking game." Su Xiaofu clapped happily. "Yes, let's play!" Chi Wan lost the first round. One of the hosts held a glass to her lips. "Miss, time to drink." She drank it down, but the other hosts protested. "Miss, why drink his and not ours? We want to give you a drink too." This sweet burden was almost too much for Chi Wan to handle; she couldn't possibly grace them all with her favor. Huo Sihan’s narrow eyes suddenly tightened, his handsome features hardening into a grim, forbidding line. He stood up and strode out of the booth. Gu Beichen was taken aback. "Sihan? Sihan, where are you going?" Chi Wan was in the middle of drinking when a large, well-defined hand shot out and seized her slender wrist, yanking her off the sofa as if she were a kitten. Startled, Chi Wan looked up, and Huo Sihan’s handsome, aristocratic face filled her vision. She froze for a second, then began to struggle, trying to wrench her wrist from his grip. "Huo Sihan, let go of me!" His face a mask of cold fury, Huo Sihan dragged her away. Su Xiaofu shot to her feet. "Huo Sihan, what do you think you're doing? Let Wanwan go!" Gu Beichen and the other heirs, who had followed them, were dumbfounded. They stared in disbelief, certain they had misheard. "'Wanwan?'" "The goddess is Chi Wan?" "Is that the same ugly duckling we knew?" "I can't believe Chi Wan is this beautiful!" Watching the cool, stunning figure being dragged away by Huo Sihan, Gu Beichen was completely frozen. "Damn it," he muttered. "The moment Chi Wan stopped revolving around him, she turned into a goddess." ………… Huo Sihan dragged Chi Wan along, his palm an iron grip, as domineering and intense as the man himself. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn't break free. His strides were long, and Chi Wan stumbled to keep up behind him. "Huo Sihan, let me go!" Suddenly, he shoved her, and her delicate back slammed against a cold wall. Her vision darkened as Huo Sihan’s tall, imposing frame pressed in, trapping her. A dangerous fire blazed in his eyes. "Chi Wan," he snarled, his voice low and menacing. "Are you pulling this stunt because you think I'm dead?"