A sweet smile touched Chi Jiao’s red lips, a wave of warmth spreading through her. She melted into Huo Sihan’s embrace, tilting her delicate, beautiful face up to his. “I knew you couldn’t bear to let me go. You’d never cast me aside.” As the wealthiest man in Haicheng, Huo Sihan was handsome, noble, and powerful enough to turn the tides with a flick of his wrist. He was everything she had ever imagined in a man. But three years ago, a car crash had left him in a vegetative state. Doctors had declared he would never wake up. How could she waste the prime of her youth on him? So, she fled. Who would have thought that after Chi Wan married him in her place, Huo Sihan would actually wake up within just three years? To this day, she still didn't know how he had woken up. Could it be that Chi Wan's auspicious fate was meant to counteract his misfortune? Even the doctors called it a medical miracle. So, she had returned. She knew Huo Sihan loved her. He would never cast her aside. Huo Sihan looked down at Chi Jiao's exquisite face. “If it weren’t for what happened back then… would I be indulging you like this?” At the mention of “back then,” Chi Jiao froze, a flicker of guilt in her eyes. She quickly changed the subject. “Have you slept with Chi Wan?” Huo Sihan’s handsome eyes lowered. “If not her, then you?” She knew he hadn't slept with Chi Wan; the question was a deliberate provocation. He played along, drawing out the ambiguity between them. Chi Jiao loved this side of him—the charm of a mature man, tinged with a wicked streak that could make a woman blush with a single sentence. She wanted to strip the clothes off this cool, ascetic man and see just how much desire lay beneath. Shifting her position, Chi Jiao boldly straddled his lean waist, her arms wrapping around his neck. She brought her red lips to the edge of his, her breath a sweet puff of air. “You want to sleep with me?” Zhao Qing, who had been Huo Sihan’s assistant for years, tactfully raised the partition between the front and back seats. Huo Sihan watched Chi Jiao, silent. She was wearing a red slip dress, and as she straddled him, the hem rode high, revealing her long, flawless legs. The most beautiful legs in Haicheng were now wrapped around the black fabric of his trousers, a vision of fragrant, seductive allure. Chi Jiao tightened her legs, squeezing his lean, firm waist. “Answer me. Do you want to or not?” If he just said yes, he could have her right now. Huo Sihan understood her meaning perfectly. But an image suddenly flashed in his mind: Chi Wan’s legs at the bar earlier. They were perfectly proportioned, slender yet shapely. She had asked him, whose legs did he prefer, hers or Chi Jiao’s? Huo Sihan didn’t know why he was thinking of Chi Wan at a time like this. He remembered how she had lifted her leg, the crystal chain of her glittering high heel dangling from her delicate ankle, swaying back and forth. He remembered how she had brushed his own leg with her slender toes and asked if Chi Jiao’s legs had ever been wrapped around his waist. Huo Sihan reached up and removed Chi Jiao's hands from his neck. “I’m not divorced yet.” Chi Jiao stiffened. “...So?” “I don’t intend to have an affair.” “...” The seductive atmosphere shattered. Huo Sihan had ended it. Disappointed, Chi Jiao climbed off his lap. She had her pride; she would only give herself if he wanted her. “Sihan,” she said, “when are you divorcing Chi Wan?” Huo Sihan gazed out the window. It was just as well that Chi Wan had brought up divorce, because he had been planning it too. “Soon,” Huo Sihan said coolly. ………… Back at the apartment, Chi Wan and Su Xiaofu went inside. Chi Wan collapsed onto her soft bed. After tonight’s indulgence, it was time for her life to get back on track. Chi Wan pulled out her phone and opened WeChat. She had two accounts. For the past three years, she had been using the one for “Mrs. Huo, Chi Wan.” That account was now officially retired. Chi Wan logged into her other WeChat. The moment she was in, “Ping! Ping! Ping!” Her group chat, “Our Dearly Beloved Family,” exploded with activity. Chi Wan opened it. First Senior Brother: “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Our Little Junior Sister is finally online!” Second Senior Brother: “Welcome home, Little Junior Sister.” Third Senior Brother: “Hugs and kisses for Little Junior Sister!” Her three senior brothers filled the chat with celebratory emojis, welcoming her back with fanfare. First Senior Brother: “Three years ago, our Little Junior Sister’s heart was first smitten. She said goodbye to Grandpa and insisted on leaving the mountain to go ‘play with’ a man. So, Little Junior Sister, are men fun to play with?” Chi Wan replied, “Not at all.” Second Senior Brother: “Looks like our Little Junior Sister had her heart broken. Hahahaha.” Third Senior Brother: “So there’s someone even our Little Junior Sister can’t handle. Pfft-hahaha.” First Senior Brother: “Alright, stop laughing at her. Just think of it as our little sister descending to the mortal realm to endure a trial of love. Sorry, I can’t help it, this is too funny. Let me laugh for a bit. Hahahaha!” Chi Wan: “…” She desperately wanted to kick all three of them out of the group chat. With a flick of her finger, Chi Wan changed the group name from “Our Dearly Beloved Family” to “Our Dearly Dysfunctional Family.” Just then, her Third Senior Brother, Xiao Yi, got serious. “Little Junior Sister, it's time for you to come out of retirement. The surgery waitlist is overflowing. I’ve accepted a tricky heart operation for you. Zhongyuan Hospital, tomorrow.” Chi Wan replied with an “OK” emoji. After exiting the group chat, Chi Wan noticed a new friend request. She opened it and saw it was from Huo Sihan. Huo Sihan wanted to add her on WeChat. The irony was thick. For three years, she had used her “Mrs. Huo” account to message him daily, and he had never replied once. Now that she was back on her real account, he was the one reaching out. The one you once looked down on is now out of your league. Chi Wan’s slender finger tapped the screen… ………… Huo Corporation. The Huo Corporation headquarters was a landmark building in Haicheng, the economic lifeblood of the entire city. It soared into the clouds, appearing even more magnificent and grand against the night sky. After dropping Chi Jiao home, Huo Sihan went to his CEO’s office. He sat in the black leather executive chair, reviewing documents. With a few swift strokes, the fountain pen in his hand scratched his powerful, sharp signature—Huo Sihan—at the bottom of a file. Behind him, the polished floor-to-ceiling windows reflected the glittering lights of the city, a sprawling backdrop to the man who commanded it all. Ping. The crisp sound of a phone notification. A WeChat message. Huo Sihan picked up his phone and opened the app. His genius “Little Junior Sister” had replied. When he saw her response, he stared, stunned for a moment. Then, a slow smirk spread across his thin lips, and he let out a short, derisive laugh…