Song Shi dragged Rong Jin into the main hall of City Hall and forced her into a chair. "Divorce!" he snapped, his voice ice-cold. "No!" The word jolted Rong Jin back to her senses. She grabbed Song Shi's arm, her voice a desperate plea. "I don't want a divorce. Please… We're childhood sweethearts, you know how much I love you. You're all I have left." "I won't be married to a filthy woman!" The words detonated in Rong Jin's mind. All strength drained from her, and she slumped in the chair, her hand falling away from his sleeve. He found her... filthy? Just then, a sultry, mature woman with long, wavy hair hurried into the hall. "Mr. Song, I have the documents you asked for." Seeing her, a flicker of hope ignited in Rong Jin. "Ning Yun, please, help me talk to Song Shi. Tell him not to divorce me. You remember, whenever we fought, you were always the one who talked him around." Ning Yun had gone to the same university as Song Shi; the three of them had been close. Every time she and Song Shi argued, Ning Yun would act as the peacemaker, and soon enough, he would come back to her, ready to make up. She clung to the hope that this time would be no different. But Ning Yun just gave her a pained look. "Rong Jin, even if we're good friends… what you did at the hotel… After a mistake like that, I can't help you." While they were talking, Song Shi had already opened the file. "Sign it!" Rong Jin glanced at the papers. She vaguely recalled that before their wedding, Song Shi had a contract drawn up to give her "a sense of security." It stipulated that if he ever cheated during their marriage, he would leave with nothing. "I won't sign it! I won't!" Rong Jin shook her head frantically. "I'll do anything you want, just don't divorce me…" But Song Shi remained unmoved by her pleas. He even forced her hand around the pen, making her sign her name on the document before repeating to the clerk, "We're divorcing. Process it!" Less than two minutes after they had walked in, a divorce certificate was tossed into her lap. "Song Shi!" Rong Jin watched his cold, resolute back as he walked away. Sobs choked her words. She scrambled after him, only to see him get into a car with Ning Yun. Were her eyes playing tricks on her, or did she just see Ning Yun lean over and kiss him? As Rong Jin stood there, frozen, staring at the departing car, the phone in her hand buzzed. It was the hospital. "Ms. Rong, your grandmother's condition has become critical. You need to come to the hospital immediately!" "What?!" Wiping away her tears, Rong Jin hailed a cab and rushed to the hospital. After her parents' accidental death last year, her grandmother had been hospitalized with a severe lung condition. It was Song Shi who had stayed by her side, who had been her rock through it all. But now… When Rong Jin reached her grandmother's room, she found her looking even worse than a few days ago, as if she were hanging on by a thread. Rong Jin had barely stepped inside when her grandmother sat bolt upright in bed, her hand flying out to slap her, hard, across the face. "I told you back then, Song Shi was just the family's adopted son! I told you not to fall in love with him, but you wouldn't listen! And now look! Your father's life's work—all ruined because of you!" The cut on Rong Jin's cheek had just begun to scab over. The force of the slap split it open again, and blood trickled down her face, a pathetic sight. "Grandma, I still control Shen He." Even if she left the marriage with nothing, her shares in Shen He Group were her own and wouldn't be affected by the divorce. She was still the majority shareholder. Furious, her grandmother threw a newspaper at her. "See for yourself!" Rong Jin picked up the paper from her lap and unfolded it. She saw the financial headline, published at seven that morning: Song Shi had acquired sixty-three percent of Shen He's shares, giving him complete controlling interest of the Shen He Group. Rong Jin’s eyes widened, staring at the lines of text in disbelief. "How could he have so many shares…?" Then, a sickening realization dawned on her. A month after their wedding, Song Shi had started asking her for shares, claiming he needed them to restructure the company. Since they were married, it was all community property, so she had given them to him without a second thought, without any suspicion. She never imagined he would use her trust to steal Shen He from her. "How could I have a granddaughter as stupid as you, played for a complete fool by a man!" her grandmother shrieked. Suddenly, a look of agony twisted the old woman's face. She clutched her chest and collapsed back onto the bed.