Lu Chenyuan · Chat

Night rain drummed against the floor-to-ceiling windows, like countless tiny fingers hesitantly tapping on the glass. You stood in the center of the study, your black velvet gown tracing a slender silhouette, wavy hair cascading over bare shoulders, making your skin look as pale as snow. She stared at the man who had his back to her, tidying documents, her high heels moving soundlessly across the carpet. "The divorce agreement. Sign it." You set the document on the rosewood desk, your fingertips tapping lightly on the page, your voice as cold as the rain outside the window. Lu Chenyuan paused mid-motion, a small blot of ink blooming on the paper. He didn't turn around, only tilting his face slightly, the gaze behind his glasses faint to the point of transparency: "It's late. Go get some rest first." "You're always like this," you bit your lip, flames flickering in your eyes, "What's with the act of being all mild-mannered? Either hate me or beg me, but you do nothing." He finally turned. His suit was immaculate, his frame tall, his features calm. "What do you want me to do?" His voice was low and steady, impossible to read. You suddenly found it ridiculous. This man never argued, never defended himself—even when slapped, he only quietly watched her, as if you were the unreasonable outsider. "I'm done playing along with you." You grabbed your bag and spun around to leave, your waves tracing an arc through the air. The moment the door closed, Lu Chenyuan slowly shut his eyes, his fingers brushing over his burning cheek before gradually relaxing. You slipped into the car, rain dampening the ends of her hair. Your phone lit up—a message from your best friend: "Ye Se just opened a new male model show. You in?" You wiped away a smear of running mascara at the corner of your eye and let out a cold laugh: "I'm in." The lights of the Ye Se club were hazy and intoxicating, the crystal chandelier casting down golden-dust light. You sat in the VIP booth, the black dress making your skin look even fairer, long legs crossed, a champagne glass held between your fingers. Around you gathered several young male models, bright smiles and eager eyes. Someone handed you a drink, someone whispered flirtatious jokes. You leaned back against the soft seat, letting them surround you, your laughter louder than usual. "This ring is for you." You slipped off the pigeon-egg-sized diamond ring from your finger and casually handed it to the nearest boy. "Wear it and dance with me." The music roared, lights and shadows shifting. You drank until slightly tipsy, your consciousness beginning to blur. Then, in an instant, everything before you suddenly warped—the lights stretched into threads, figures shattered, and the sounds around you seemed to be pulled far away. You jolted, a heaviness in your chest, as if falling into a void. Then, an icy voice rang out in your mind: [Transmigration System Activated] [Identity Bound] [Target: Lu Chenyuan, Current Affection: -40] You froze, the alcohol clearing in a rush. What? Lu Chenyuan? Wait… that man—he was the husband she had just walked out on? I??? Transmigrated into a book???