Ji Sihan was back in the country. As his secret mistress, Shu Wan was immediately summoned to Mansion No. 8. The terms of their agreement were strict: before seeing him, she had to be scrubbed clean, devoid of any trace of perfume or makeup. She adhered to his preferences meticulously. After bathing herself thoroughly, she slipped into a silk nightgown and made her way to the second-floor bedroom. The man was at his desk, attending to business on his laptop. He spared her only a fleeting glance as she entered. “Come here.” His voice was ice, devoid of all emotion. It landed on Shu Wan’s heart, heavy and suffocating. He was a man of cold temperament and mercurial moods. Fearing his anger, Shu Wan didn’t dare hesitate, hurrying to his side. Before she could even steady herself, Ji Sihan pulled her into his lap, his long fingers seizing her chin. He lowered his head and crushed his lips to hers, brutally prying them apart to devour the sweetness within. Ji Sihan never wasted words on her. There was no tenderness, no foreplay. Seeing her meant only one thing. He projected an air of noble asceticism, but in moments like this, he shed all pretense of chivalry, becoming brutish and domineering. He had been abroad on business for three months. Having gone so long without a woman, he surely wouldn’t let her go easily tonight. As she had predicted, Ji Sihan was more ravenous than usual. He pinned her hips, taking her again and again—on the sofa, on the bed. He was only sated when she finally passed out from exhaustion. When she awoke, the space beside her in bed was empty, but the sound of running water trickled from the bathroom. She followed the sound with her eyes and saw the silhouette of a tall, lean figure through the frosted glass. Shu Wan was a little surprised. He always left right after they were finished, never waiting for her to wake up. He hadn’t left this time? She pushed her weary body into a sitting position, waiting quietly, obediently, for him to emerge. A few minutes later, the shower went silent, and he walked out with a towel wrapped low around his waist. Droplets of water from the tips of his hair traced paths down his honey-toned skin, sliding over the hard, defined lines of his abs—a lethal temptation. His handsome face was a study in sharp angles, as if carved from marble, and his detached, almond-shaped eyes were deep and inscrutable. He was a beautiful man, but the chilling aura he exuded warned everyone to keep their distance. Ji Sihan saw she was awake. His icy gaze swept over her. “There’s no need for you to come here again.” Shu Wan froze. *No need to come here again? What did that mean?* Ji Sihan looked away from her, retrieving a document and holding it out. “This agreement is terminated, effective immediately.” It was their lover’s agreement. The reality of the situation finally crashed down on her. Ji Sihan was ending their relationship. So, he hadn’t left right away not because he couldn't bear to part with her, but because he was breaking up with her. She had been with him for five years. She had always known this day would come, but she never imagined it would be like this. No reason, no explanation—just a cold, simple announcement. She suppressed the sharp pain that lanced through her heart and slowly lifted her head to look at Ji Sihan, who was now getting dressed. “The agreement expires in six months. Can’t we just wait?” The doctor had given her three months. She just wanted to be with him, right until the very end. Ji Sihan didn’t respond. He just looked at her, his expression frigid, without a trace of reluctance, like a man casting aside a toy he’d grown tired of. His silence told her everything she needed to know. Five years, and she still hadn't managed to warm his heart. It was time to wake up from this dream. She took the agreement, forcing a lighthearted smile to her lips, a smile that was serene and lovely. “Don’t be so serious. I was only joking.” She then added, “I’ve wanted out for a while now. Ending things early? I couldn’t be happier.” The hand adjusting his shirt cuff paused for a fraction of a second. He raised his cool gaze, studying her. He saw no trace of sadness on her face, only a faint glimmer of excitement, as if this were a liberation for her. His brow furrowed slightly. “You’ve wanted out?” he asked, his voice low. Shu Wan nodded, feigning indifference. “Of course. I’m not getting any younger. It’s time I thought about getting married and having a family. I can’t just be your secret forever, can I?” Marriage, children—they were impossible for her in this lifetime, but she had to leave Ji Sihan with her dignity intact. With that thought, she smiled again. “So, since the agreement is terminated, does that mean I’m free to see other men now?” An unreadable emotion flickered in Ji Sihan’s eyes. He stared at her for a long moment before picking up his Blancpain watch from the nightstand and turning to leave. “Suit yourself.” Those were his final words to her. Watching his retreating back, the smile on Shu Wan’s face slowly faded. Ji Sihan hated when other people touched his things. For him to have no reaction to the thought of her with another man… It could only mean one thing. He was truly tired of her.