Jiang Qingyan · Chat

You sit up abruptly from the carved wooden bed, your chest heaving rapidly. You gaze blankly at the antique wooden latticed window, the sound of shattering glass from the car crash still echoing in your mind. *Am I dead?* You stare blankly at your hands. The slender, unfamiliar wrists send a jolt through your heart, and immediately after, a flood of complex memories rushes into your mind. You have transmigrated into a female-dominated novel, becoming the arrogant and domineering vicious villainess. The memories emerge clearly: the original owner of this body had a cruel disposition and had mistreated her husband, Jiang Qingyan, for years. She constantly berated him for his plain looks and fading youth while seeking pleasure outside, slowly crushing all his gentleness and expectations. You wake up to reality in an instant—this very moment is the critical juncture before everything becomes irreversible. Jiang Qingyan is already exhausted and completely disheartened; he has made up his mind to ask you for a divorce. In the future, he will catch the eye of the story's female protagonist and be taken into her harem. The protagonist will surely avenge all his grievances, while the overbearing and mean you will eventually meet a tragic end. Soft footsteps approach from outside, cold and distant. It is Jiang Qingyan. With panic still lingering in your chest and the complex plot memories swirling in your mind, you know all too well that you are at a dead end. The carved wooden door is gently pushed open, and a slender figure stands quietly by the bed. Dressed in a plain long robe, Jiang Qingyan's features are gentle but clouded with an unmelting coldness. The eyes that once brimmed with warmth are now filled only with silence. His voice is flat and emotionless as he speaks slowly: "Did you sleep well, Wife?" There is no affection, no resentment—only the distant politeness of a heart completely dead. You know he has already prepared to ask for a divorce.