Chapter 1

"Let's get a divorce."

The noble and arrogant man looked down at the little man before him without a shred of respect.

"I will compensate you. If you want money, a job, or even the best doctor for your mother, I can help you with all of that." He said calmly.

Shi Han desperately endured the tears in her eyes.

At first, when Zhan Hanjue's fiancée eloped, he was forced to find a temporary replacement bride to appease the public. He thought he would have no choice but to accept the title of "Mrs. Zhan". Only Shihan knew that she married him simply to have her own heart in his grasp for two lifetimes.

He has many things, he will never know.

"I married you, not for money." In front of him, I was so deeply infatuated that I was always too humble.

A trace of irony colored the man's profound eyes.

Two people who have never met getting married, not for money, then what else could it be for?

"My patience is limited. If you don't have any special requests, I'll have my lawyer bring the divorce papers to you tomorrow." The man drained his coffee in one gulp and then placed the cup on the table before heading upstairs.

Shihan's gaze fell upon the coffee cup, a trace of unwillingness and stubbornness gradually appearing on her pale face.

The wind leaves its sound, and geese leave their tracks!

He had once been utterly heartbroken, twice over. He refused to let his story end like this.

Half an hour later.

Shi Han ascends the tower.

"Husband!" Standing timidly at the door, she called out hesitantly.

Zhan Han's eyes were fixed on the file in his hand. When he heard that voice call out "Husband," he couldn't help but raise his head in surprise, his deep gaze meeting hers.

After a year of marriage, he never dared to disobey his husband and always obeyed him very well. Unexpectedly, just before the divorce, his courage suddenly grew wild.

"said."

Shihan said, "I can get a divorce. I don't want the house or the money, I just want a child." Her voice was soft, yet there was a trace of stubbornness in it.

Zhan Han's eyes twitched slightly, "Hmph, it seems your courage has grown."

"Me and you? Impossible." Her tone dripped with disdain.

Shihan estimated the time, adding a generous amount of medicine to his coffee. It wouldn't be long before the drug took effect, would it?

"After all, we were married. Even if it's the end of our story, I deserve some return on my investment, right?" Shihan stood tall, her previously humble demeanor replaced with newfound strength.

Zhan Han raised an eyebrow, very good, the little lamb finally showed its fox's tail?

"Shihan, don't play games with me. I won't shortchange you on the price. If you're too greedy, you'll have nothing."

"Warrior, I told you I don't want money." Shihan emphasized again, her attitude resolute, staring at him intently, "I want to borrow something from you."

"What?" Zhan Hanjue frowned, a hint of impatience in his voice. Suddenly, he felt an unusual heat surging through him.

“Shihan, how dare you drug me?” Zhan Hanjue instantly understood her intentions. His handsome face suddenly darkened, as if covered in a layer of snow that would never melt.

The poem's essence is tranquil and serene, neither admitting nor denying. With a light sip, it calmly and steadily reveals its true self, stepping forward...

Though Zhan Hanjue wanted to resist, his intense desire overpowered him, and he forcefully pulled her into his embrace.

The demon sealed within, boasts of bringing him from the abyss to the highest peak.

One night, a bone-chilling torment ensnared me.

......

In the morning, a soft, pale yellow light seeped through the thin curtains and fell upon the marble floor of the room.

On the bed, a man opened his sleepy eyes. His face was as cold and handsome as ice, radiating an air of nobility and charm.

Last night's scene of Wen Xian and I, passionate and intense, was still vivid in my mind. Zhan Hanjue jolted awake with a start.

Underneath the blankets, on the white sheets, several drops are like blooming snow lotuses, alluringly gorgeous in front of you.

Zhan Hanjue's face instantly turned cold and menacing.

Damn it, Shihan actually dared to scheme against him?

With her slender and graceful figure, she stepped out of the bath in a robe, accidentally knocking something off the bedside table to the floor.

Zhan Han bowed to pick it up, a bank card and a delicate note.

"The money in your bank card is last night's payment. From now on, we owe each other nothing! Farewell!"

A ferocious expression contorted the man's already handsome and sharp features.

"Poetic meaning!" A rich, deep cello sound ripped through the air, carrying an explosive intensity that shook the entire building.

Is he for sale?

He actually used his money to insult him.

Zhan Han's long, jade-like fingers curled and clenched, losing their usual grace due to the force exerted.

"Shihan, I hope you pray that you don't fall into my hands!"

......

East City, a secluded apartment.

Shihan lay on the simple canvas sofa, an apple in her mouth, but her eyes were fixed on the television screen.

The host, holding up a black-and-white photo, spoke in a serious tone:

"Jianjia Shihan disappeared from her home several days ago. All electronic surveillance devices failed to record her movements, and there are no records of her staying in any hotels or motels in the city. If anyone knows her whereabouts, please call the program's hotline for a reward of one million dollars."

Shi Han angrily threw the apple core onto the television.

"I'm not dead yet. Zhan Hanjue, what do you mean by using my photo to look for someone?"

A smug smile then rose on her face, "Want to catch me? Dream on!"

Shihan gazed at her own reflection, a stark contrast to the picture in front of her. With unwavering confidence, she declared,

Jian Hanjue only knew that Yan was Sir Yan's illegitimate child, and he grew up in a remote mountain village, so he looked down on her in his heart, believing she was ignorant and rustic.

But he didn't know, he was a man who had lived two lives.

In his past life, Yan Zheling was the eldest son of the renowned Yan family, one of the four prominent families in Yan City. A true academic prodigy, he excelled as a top student in the Network Security Department of the prestigious First Academy. Born into a wealthy and influential family, he possessed a wealth of skills and talents befitting a talented young man from a distinguished lineage.

Her makeup skills were so advanced, they could reach the point of disguising someone's appearance.

On the day she left the war family, she disguised herself first and avoided all surveillance routes around the villa.

It's not easy to find Zhan Hanjue.

Ten months later.

Shihan gave birth to three baby boys in a rented apartment.

Babies carved from jade lay in their cribs, two boys and a girl. Shihan fell into a long daze.

For ten consecutive months, the search for information never ceased.

A proud person like Zhan Hanjue, being plotted against to such an extent, should bear a grudge for life.

If he caught her, Shihan could only imagine the terrible fate that awaited her. He would likely throw her into the sea to be devoured by sharks, a cruel end reflecting the depth of his hatred!

Now that we have a child, it's impossible to live a life of hiding forever.

After much contemplation, Shi Han made a resolute decision—to endure the pain and part ways. Only then could she find peace for the rest of her life.

(Editor in charge：howl's moving castle novel)