You're already divorced, why are you so anxious about him becoming a succubus?

After greeting Chen Feng, I walked out of the noisy bar.

The heat of the day had dissipated from the streets of Jiangcheng late at night, and the night breeze carried a hint of coolness.

The area around the bar is never short of long lines of taxis and various late-night food stalls lining the roadside.

The grease from the grilled meat dripped onto the charcoal fire, releasing a rich aroma of cumin and meat.

Even though Lu Ci hadn't drunk a drop of alcohol tonight, he had been singing for half the night, and the aroma had already whetted his appetite, making him unable to move.

He followed the aroma to a barbecue stall shrouded in smoke: "Boss, ten lamb skewers, five grilled beef tendons, and two grilled chicken wings, please."

"Alright, handsome! Find a seat first, I'll start grilling right away!" The chubby boss replied readily as he flipped the iron skewers in his hand.

Lu Ci turned around and glanced at the small plastic square tables set up by the roadside.

This is the peak time for late-night snacks, and the restaurant is almost full.

Just as he was about to share a table with someone, his gaze suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure in the corner.

It was Qin Meng who left before him.

She was sitting alone at a small table on the far side, with the table opposite her empty.

Without thinking much, Lu Ci walked over and pulled out a plastic stool to sit down.

Are you hungry too?

Hearing the noise, Qin Meng looked away from her phone screen.

Upon recognizing Lu Ci sitting opposite her, she paused for a moment, then nodded slightly without saying anything.

A night breeze blew by as the two looked down at their phones, waiting for the owner to serve the food.

Lu Ci first opened the chat software and sent Shen Nian a message: "Just got off work, will grab something to eat and then go home."

After exiting the chat, he noticed several unread messages hanging in the upper right corner of Lin Wan's chat box.

When I opened it, the first message was sent at 10 p.m., and it was a photo.

In the photo, Lin Wan is wearing the familiar burgundy silk nightgown from last night, lying on her side on the bed.

The neckline of her pajamas was slightly open, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

She rested her chin on her hand, her peach blossom eyes gleaming through the screen with an indescribable charm and allure.

An hour later, at 11 p.m., she sent another message with a hint of coquettishness:

"He said he was going to give someone a reward tonight, but it seems they don't appreciate it at all. Oh well, time for bed."

Another hour passed, exactly midnight. Seeing that Lu Ci hadn't replied, she probably got angry.

"Hmph! You heartless bastard, you're all the same! I'm ignoring you!"

Lu Ci felt a headache coming on. He had been a human jukebox on stage tonight, singing one song after another non-stop. He even had to time his drinking water perfectly, so how could he have time to look at his phone?

However, when his gaze swept over that vivid and alluring photo again, Lu Ci couldn't help but curse inwardly: "Demon!"

He casually forwarded the photos of the scene that the operations team had just sent him, explaining, "I was just busking on stage, just got off work."

After explaining, Lu Ci's fingers hovered over the keyboard. For some reason, a thought suddenly popped into his mind, and then his thumb involuntarily typed a line of text:

"When I have time, I'll definitely go over and teach you a lesson. Posting these kinds of photos in the middle of the night that incite people to commit crimes, there's something wrong with your thinking, you need to correct it properly."

Click send.

A few seconds later, Lu Ci stared at the message on the chat interface and froze.

Hey!

Is this something I could possibly say?!

I used to be a law-abiding, family-oriented good man!

Could it be that I've always had the genes of a scumbag latent within me, and that getting a divorce simply unleashed my true nature?

No! Lu Ci took a deep breath and quickly shifted the blame: This is definitely the system's doing, absolutely!

Just as Lu Ci was struggling with his inner turmoil while looking at his phone screen, Qin Meng's voice suddenly came to his ears.

"I heard...you've been married?"

Qin Meng had been pretending to look at her phone, but in reality, she kept opening and closing her WeChat Moments.

She looked up at Lu Ci, who was sitting opposite her quietly typing, and finally couldn't suppress her curiosity: "That beautiful woman who topped the song request chart tonight and tipped over eight thousand... is that your ex-wife?"

Lu Ci snapped out of his phone reverie, turned off the screen, placed it face down on the table, and nodded calmly: "Yes, it's her."

"I heard her family is very wealthy, with assets worth hundreds of millions," Qin Meng asked tentatively, a hint of confusion in her eyes. "With such good conditions, you're willing to get a divorce?"

At this moment, the owner came over with a stainless steel tray and placed Lu Ci's skewers and Qin Meng's bowl of instant noodles with an egg on the table.

Lu Ci picked up a sizzling, oily lamb skewer, took a bite, swallowed it, and then casually replied, "No matter how rich she is, it's hers. We signed a prenuptial agreement before we got married, and her money has absolutely nothing to do with me. As for why we divorced..."

Lu Ci chuckled self-deprecatingly: "We can't just wait until we're completely cuckolded before we think about getting a divorce, can we?"

Hearing this answer, Qin Meng chuckled. Her originally aloof demeanor melted instantly with that smile, like a gentle spring breeze: "You seem to have a pretty open-minded attitude."

"You've been asking about me so indirectly tonight..." Lu Ci looked at her, his tone teasing, "You're not gathering intelligence, are you planning to get revenge for forcing yourself on your guitar that night, are you?"

Qin Meng was taken aback, and then belatedly realized that all the questions she had just asked were gossip she had gotten from her boss, Chen Feng.

Now that the person in question had pointed it out, her cheeks flushed instantly, and she rolled her eyes in annoyance: "Stop being so narcissistic, I'm not that petty."

After saying that, she lowered her head, picked up some instant noodles with her chopsticks, and muttered softly, "It's just... pure curiosity."

Watching her pout her full red lips and gently blow on the steam rising from the instant noodles, Lu Ci's mind involuntarily conjured up the absurd main quest that the system had issued that morning.

This task is incredibly difficult, practically hellish.

Now, without a second thought, Lu Ci forcefully kissed him, and he had no doubt that he could absolutely sing a genuine rendition of "Tears Behind Bars" in the detention center.

Decisively dismissing that suicidal thought, Lu Ci's gaze fell on the black guitar case Qin Meng had placed to the side: "I've noticed you usually treat this guitar very carefully, not letting anyone touch it. Is it very valuable?"

Qin Meng paused slightly while eating her noodles.

The smile that had been playing in her eyes gradually faded, and after a moment of silence, she said softly, "This violin isn't actually a top-tier brand. But it... was a birthday present my mother bought for me when I was in high school, a gift she had saved up for a long time. Not long after, she suddenly fell ill and passed away."

Lu Ci's hand holding the roasted chicken wing froze in mid-air.

He never expected that there was such a story behind this guitar. Recalling how he insisted on using her guitar on the day of the opening, he immediately felt a sense of guilt.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know this violin was so important to you."

Qin Meng raised her eyes and glanced at him, then gently shook her head: "Ignorance is no excuse, it's alright."

The late-night snack went fairly well.

After they finished eating and drinking, Lu Ci paid the bill, and the two walked side by side to the street to hail a taxi home.

After looking around, Lu Ci realized that something was wrong.

The bar's resident singer finished work at an inconvenient time, and the taxis that were originally waiting outside the bar had already driven off with a full load of customers during the rush hour when people were leaving.

On the wide road, you can't see a single empty car for half a day.

Lu Ci sighed helplessly, took out his phone, and prepared to try his luck with a ride-hailing app.

Just then, Qin Meng, who was standing to the side, suddenly felt her phone vibrate in her pocket.

She took out her phone and glanced at the caller ID on the screen. The contact name read "Auntie".

Her expression instantly turned tense, and she immediately answered the phone:

"Feed? Auntie, what's wrong?"

After hearing something said on the other end of the phone, Qin Meng's face turned deathly pale, and her voice involuntarily rose, revealing obvious panic.

"What did you say? How could you suddenly fall?! Which hospital are you in...? Okay, okay, don't worry, I'll be there right now!"

After hanging up the phone, Qin Meng's hands were trembling.

She looked around frantically, trying to find a taxi on the empty street.

Lu Ci looked at her and asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"My dad... my dad fell in the bathroom when he got up in the middle of the night, and he's been rushed to the hospital!"

Seeing her anxious expression, Lu Ci glanced at the ride-hailing interface that was still calling for a car and said, "Don't worry, let me make a call."