We should get a divorce.

“Take this infertility report and get out! The Di family doesn’t want a useless hen that can’t lay eggs. Wan Yue is back and has been with A Jing these days, so behave yourself!”

Along with Grandma Song Liqin’s harsh words, she threw down a medical infertility report.

Nan Zhiyi was stunned, letting her mother-in-law insult her as she left.

In her mind, only one sentence echoed: Nan Wan Yue is back!

Had she... ultimately lost?

She sat alone in the room, dazed until dark.

Around eight in the evening, the sound of a car engine came from the courtyard.

Nan Zhiyi knew it was Di Shijing returning.

Not long after, the door was pushed open, and with a “snap,” the light was turned on.

A man entered, draping a suit jacket over his arm, walking in with long legs.

He wore a white shirt, the top two buttons casually undone, his excellent figure accentuating an aura of noble elegance.

But his handsome, godlike face was expressionless—cold and aloof.

“Sign the papers when you have time.”

He came over, placed the documents down.

His low, pleasant voice held no warmth.

Nan Zhiyi had expected this,

but her heart still tightened painfully.

She looked at Di Shijing involuntarily and asked herself with self-deception, “Is it because of the ‘infertility’ too? Do you want a divorce?”

Di Shijing’s brow was cold, and his tone even colder:

“Nan Zhiyi, don’t make things difficult. You should know better than anyone why we got married.”

Nan Zhiyi’s thoughts wandered.

Indeed, she knew.

Back then, Old Master Bo of the Bo family was seriously ill, and the family wanted to bring in a new daughter-in-law to bring good luck.

The chosen one was supposed to be Nan Wan Yue.

At that time, Nan Wan Yue was the true heiress of the Nan family.

However, during the premarital medical check, it was discovered she had no blood relation to the Nan family.

When the Nan patriarch found out, he launched a search and eventually found Nan Zhiyi, the real heiress lost outside.

Thus, the engagement fell to her.

On their wedding day, Nan Wan Yue secretly tried to sabotage their marriage by faking a fall down the stairs.

She ended up breaking her leg and was sent abroad for treatment.

This incident stirred up much sympathy for Nan Wan Yue.

Meanwhile, Nan Zhiyi was vilified by everyone!

Even her birth parents despised her as cruel and venomous, constantly disliking her.

After all, Nan Wan Yue had been their daughter for nineteen years, educated and refined—a recognized lady of the family.

While she, the biological daughter, was heartless and ruthless...

Thinking of Grandma Song Liqin’s humiliation today, Nan Zhiyi couldn’t help but want to laugh.

They had no idea—it wasn’t that she was infertile.

From their wedding day, Di Shijing hadn’t even touched her once!

The more Nan Zhiyi thought about it, the colder her heart grew.

Maybe she really shouldn’t cling to someone like him; his heart was impossible to warm.

No matter how well she treated him or loved him over the past two years, it was all useless.

But she wasn’t willing to divorce so easily!

Why should she be at this man’s mercy?

Looking at the glaring divorce papers, Nan Zhiyi sneered:

“Di Shijing, if you want me to sign, fine. But before that, you have to serve me once, okay?”

“What?”

Di Shijing was stunned, as if he misheard.

Before he could react, she grabbed his collar and kissed him.

She was provocative:

“What? Not willing? We’ve been married two years—I have dutifully done everything a wife should do, taken care of you, stayed by your side. Even as a housekeeper, I deserve a salary... Now I’m just asking for my pay. Isn’t that fair?”

Di Shijing’s eyes flashed coldness:

“Nan Zhiyi, do you know what shame is? Don’t think I’ll do as you wish just because you’re trying to provoke me this way!”

“Is it unwilling, or just impossible?”

Nan Zhiyi taunted further:

“Could it be true, as rumors say, that Di Shao is all looks and no use? Physically incapable?”

Di Shijing was enraged, veins bulging on his forehead:

“Nan Zhiyi, you’re dead meat! I’ll show you how capable I am right now!”

Then he harshly grabbed her chin and kissed her back.

They fought fiercely all night.

In the end, Nan Zhiyi was too exhausted and fell asleep!

The next morning she woke to find him still asleep.

Silently, she packed her luggage, leaving the divorce papers, a note, and ten yuan on the bedside table.

“Too incompetent, I’m very dissatisfied. Di Shao, next time don’t bother serving anyone, you’ll scare away the guests! Consider this ten yuan as last night’s hard labor fee—no need to thank me!”

Six years later, Country Y.

Zeling Fragrance Research Institute.

Nan Zhiyi was inside the lab, comparing a mountain of data.

Suddenly, the computer froze.

Then, the entire institute’s network was hacked and paralyzed.

Outside, screams arose...

“Here we go again, huh? Aletta’s two little troublemakers!”

“Aletta! Help, help...”

Soon, people rushed into Nan Zhiyi’s office begging for help, accompanied by countdown alarms:

Ten.

Nine.

Eight.

Seven...

When it reached one, all data in the institute would be lost.

Seeing this, a deadly fear hit Nan Zhiyi’s mind. She quickly dialed a phone.

“Darling, have mercy! I’m coming home! I’ll be home right now! Please stop!”

On the other end came a childish voice with a mocking tone:

“Oh, isn’t this our famous miracle doctor, international top perfumer Miss Aletta? What a rare guest, why are you calling me?”

Nan Zhiyi could only beg:

“Darling, sorry, Mommy didn’t mean it. It’s just that the latest batch of perfume is about to launch, but the final formula isn’t right, so I was delayed a few days...”

“I’m coming home now! Right away! Please stop attacking the institute’s network, I beg you!”

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