After Ji Sihan departed, his personal assistant, Su Qing, entered bearing a small pill. He offered it to Shu Wan, his voice a respectful murmur. “Miss Shu.” It was the morning-after pill. Ji Sihan didn't love her, so he would never allow her to carry his child. After every time, he would send Su Qing with the pill, ordering him to watch her swallow it. Shu Wan stared at the small white pill, and a familiar ache seized her heart. Whether it was her failing organ or the fresh sting of Ji Sihan’s cruelty, the pain was so intense it stole her breath. “Miss Shu…” Seeing her lack of response, Su Qing prompted her again, worried she might refuse. Shu Wan met his gaze, then calmly took the pill and placed it in her mouth, forcing it down dry without so much as a sip of water. Only then did the worry leave Su Qing’s face. He retrieved property deeds and a check from his briefcase, laying them out one by one before Shu Wan. “Miss Shu, this is Mr. Ji’s compensation for you. In addition to the real estate and the luxury car, there is an additional fifty million dollars. Please accept it.” Generous, to be sure. Too bad money was never what she wanted. Shu Wan looked up at Su Qing and smiled faintly. “I don’t want any of this.” Su Qing froze, confused. “Is… is the amount not to your satisfaction?” The question was a bitter pill of its own. Even Su Qing assumed she was in it for the money. What hope was there that Ji Sihan thought any differently? This exorbitant severance package… was it to ensure she’d never bother him for money again? A bitter smile touched Shu Wan’s lips. She picked up her handbag, pulled out a black card, and held it out to Su Qing. “This was his. Please return it. And tell him for me—I never spent a cent of his money, so I certainly won’t be taking any severance.” This time, Su Qing was completely stunned. For five years, Miss Shu hadn't used a single cent of Mr. Ji's money? Shu Wan didn’t care whether he believed her or not. She placed the black card squarely on top of the pile of property deeds. Then she turned and walked out of Mansion No. 8. The winter in City A had a biting chill. Shu Wan walked along the streets of the exclusive villa community. Her frail silhouette stretched across the pavement, a stark testament to her thinness. She clutched her cream-colored coat tighter, gritted her teeth, and, clicking her heels on the asphalt, walked all the way back to her apartment. Pushing open the door, she stepped into the massive space that occupied an entire floor, its decor the pinnacle of luxury. But to Shu Wan, it felt cavernous and cold, as devoid of warmth as Ji Sihan’s heart. She sat on the sofa, staring into space for a while before finally starting to pack. This apartment was a gift from him. Since he no longer wanted her, she would no longer keep anything of his. Shu Wan pulled out a suitcase, opened the wardrobe, and began placing all of her clothes inside. She hadn’t brought much with her to begin with, so it didn’t take long. With a packed suitcase in hand, she left the apartment for the last time. Once inside her car, she sent a text message to Su Qing. [Assistant Su, the code for the Dihao Apartments is 0826.] Su Qing was a smart man. The moment he saw the text, he understood. Miss Shu hadn't just refrained from spending Mr. Ji's money; she was also abandoning the apartment he'd given her. It was such a clean break, a stark contrast to the woman who, five years ago, had knelt before Mr. Ji and begged him to buy her for one night for a million dollars. He returned to the company immediately, presenting the rejected items to Ji Sihan just as he had received them, and relayed Shu Wan’s message word for word. Ji Sihan lifted his gaze, his famously handsome eyes—usually so alluring—now utterly devoid of warmth. His cold stare swept over the items on his desk before landing on the black card. He asked Su Qing in a low, icy voice, “Is there an extra million in the account?” Su Qing nodded immediately. “Yes, sir.” Before returning to the office, he had stopped by a bank to check the card’s balance. Aside from the monthly deposits Mr. Ji had ordered him to make, there was an additional one million dollars. Clearly, it was the money Shu Wan was returning from the night he had bought her. Ji Sihan’s brow furrowed. After a long moment of silence, he reached out with long, well-defined fingers, picked up the black card, and snapped it cleanly in two. He then pushed the pile of deeds toward Su Qing, his command sharp and cold. “Get rid of them.” Su Qing opened his mouth, wanting to say something in Miss Shu’s defense, but he saw that Ji Sihan had already turned back to his computer and resumed his work. Taking the hint, Su Qing kept his thoughts to himself, gathered the items, and quietly exited the president's office.