Volume One, Chapter One: This Marriage Must End!

"Yun Mojiu, even if you’re not dead yet, even if you die, this marriage must end in divorce!"

The cold, stern voice suddenly rang out, snapping Yun Mojiu from her thoughts.

She slowly cast her gaze over the man across from her, his face utterly devoid of emotion, her eyes trembling slightly.

She... she had actually come back!

Looking around, she realized she was lying in a hospital room. Her left wrist was wrapped in gauze, and a faint crimson seeped through from underneath.

By her bedside stood four people: her husband Xie Jingling, his younger sister Xie Tongtong, her mother-in-law Zhao Mei, and... her husband’s old flame, Sun Xiaoxuan.

But she remembered—after she slit her wrist, she died. Her soul drifted to another world, inhabiting the body of a five-year-old beggar child. Later, an old Taoist with a white beard took her back to the mountains, teaching her the mystical arts. With extraordinary talent and strict guidance, she became peerless in that world by the age of twenty.

Later, during a heavenly tribulation, she suffered an accident.

So why, when she should have died, had she returned to her previous life?

What on earth was happening?

"Yun Mojiu, my brother and Xiaoxuan have been childhood sweethearts. They’re meant for each other. Stop making a scene and threatening your life. If word gets out, people will think we bullied you and our family’s reputation will suffer."

"Mojiu, you’ve always been sensible. Xiaoxuan is already pregnant with Jingling’s child. There’s really no point in you making a fuss. Just sign the divorce papers as soon as possible—it’ll be best for all of us."

"I’m so sorry, Mojiu. It’s all because I listened to others and had a misunderstanding with Jingling. In a fit of anger, I went abroad. He was heartbroken and married you to spite me. He told me he’s never touched you these past two years. After the divorce, you can still..."

The incessant chattering around her grated on Yun Mojiu’s nerves.

"Give it here."

She interrupted them flatly.

Sun Xiaoxuan blinked. "What?"

A flicker of impatience crossed Yun Mojiu’s brow. "The divorce papers."

Her words left all four in stunned disbelief.

She agreed? So quickly?

Hadn’t she been fighting to the death not to divorce?

They had expected a struggle, yet it went so smoothly.

Had she turned over a new leaf?

The four exchanged bewildered glances, especially Xie Jingling.

He looked at Yun Mojiu, his dark eyes deepening. Something about her felt different, though he couldn’t say what.

But so long as she agreed to the divorce, that was enough.

When she finished signing her name, Yun Mojiu pressed her brow, then pointed at the door.

"Get out."

"What kind of attitude is that? Did you just tell us to get out?!" Xie Tongtong was furious.

Yun Mojiu sneered. "If you don’t want to get out, you can always take off vertically."

"You—!"

Xie Tongtong was about to launch into another tirade, but remembering something, she huffed and smugly produced a piece of paper.

"When you married my brother, you signed an agreement. If you divorce, you leave with nothing!"

"Oh."

Yun Mojiu replied indifferently, utterly unconcerned.

She glanced at Sun Xiaoxuan, then gave Xie Jingling a meaningful, enigmatic smile.

"Congratulations on becoming a father."

Though, as for whose child it really was—well, that remained to be seen.

Xie Jingling’s brows knit tightly together.

What did she mean by that?

She was acting so strangely today!

In the past, her eyes and heart had been full of him. Since she woke up, she hadn’t even given him a proper look. She had always resisted divorce with her life, yet today she agreed without protest. Once gentle and agreeable, her every word now was laced with biting sarcasm.

Sun Xiaoxuan’s eyes darted away nervously.

Yun Mojiu’s gaze just now made her feel as if she knew something.

Impossible! How could she know?

Flustered, she immediately clung to Xie Jingling’s arm with a delicate air. "Jingling, since we have the divorce papers, let’s not disturb Mojiu’s rest any longer. Besides, I’m not feeling well."

Hearing that she was unwell, the Xie family paid Yun Mojiu no mind at all, fussing anxiously around Sun Xiaoxuan as if she were a hen about to lay golden eggs, carefully escorting her out.

Yun Mojiu watched the ghostly shadow clinging to Sun Xiaoxuan’s back, and the black cloud of misfortune hovering over the Xie family’s heads, and quietly smiled.

The Xie family was about to become very lively, she thought.

But that was no longer her concern.

In her previous life, she’d fallen for Xie Jingling in college.

He’d always been lukewarm toward her, but one day, he suddenly proposed marriage. She’d been overjoyed.

Yet after marriage, he never touched her, nor shared a room with her.

Only afterward did she learn his heart belonged to another.

Still, she’d naively believed that if she loved him enough, one day he would turn to her.

Reality, however, struck her a harsh blow.

Just a few days prior, he’d told her not only was he back with his old flame, but they had a child—he wanted a divorce.

Unable to bear the blow, she’d lost all hope and slit her wrists.

Looking back, she realized how utterly foolish she’d been—a love-addled fool.

It was only after her soul drifted to another world, begging on the streets, fighting stray dogs for scraps, that she understood: compared to survival, love was nothing.

When she became the foremost master of the mystic arts, her horizons and her heart were utterly transformed.

Now, seeing Xie Jingling again, she felt nothing but indifference—and even found him painfully stupid.

To think he was being led around in circles by a woman who first abandoned him, then cuckolded him.

What had possessed her, in her previous life, to like someone like that?

Now, even a glance felt like an affront to her eyes—she wanted nothing more than to sever all ties.

Divorce? She couldn’t be more eager.

The Xie family had just left the hospital when—

"Ouch!"

Zhao Mei, in her haste, twisted her ankle on the steps and fell to the ground with a cry.

"Mom, are you alright?" Xie Tongtong rushed over, but stepped on something soft and slippery.

She looked down, her face instantly darkening.

"Ugh! Whose dead dog left its mess here?!"

Seeing dog feces smeared on her shoe, Xie Tongtong cursed in fury.

At last, they got into the car—only to find the engine wouldn’t start.

Xie Jingling called for a repair, and phoned his assistant to bring another car.

But they waited a full hour before the assistant arrived.

Xie Jingling’s face was thunderous. "What took you so long?!"

The assistant looked vexed as well. "I don’t know what happened. The roads were jammed, and there were so many red lights."

"Impossible! It’s only a twenty-minute drive from the office!" Xie Tongtong protested.

But when it took them an hour and a half to get home from the hospital, she was left completely dumbfounded.

What sort of bad luck was this?

They hit fifteen intersections on the way, and every single one was a red light—waiting from the very first second, enduring the full cycle each time!

Not only that, they encountered car accidents, road work blockages, and even arguments between pedestrians that held up traffic!

It was as if misfortune itself had opened the door and moved into their home.

Meanwhile, back in the hospital—

"Have you enjoyed the show enough?"

After the Xie family left, Yun Mojiu cast a languid glance toward the doorway.

There, a shadowy figure lingered.

He was tall and slender, his features cool and sharply defined, radiating an air of lazy nobility.

He leaned casually against the doorframe, those deep, fathomless eyes seeming to pierce right through her.

But he was not, in fact, human.