Transmigrated into the body of the vicious first wife of a fallen prime minister

After eating and drinking her fill, Qi He glanced down at the pile of oil paper and fruit peels on the table and suddenly stopped.

He who eats another's food is bound to do so.

When she brought up the topic of divorce again, she found herself unable to speak.

She cursed inwardly, "Is this some kind of delaying tactic by that bastard?"

How despicable!

Even someone like me who doesn't care much about food and drink was ruined by him!

With something in her belly, Qi He's little brain started working again.

She didn't actually absolutely need a divorce.

The reason for the divorce was to get Shang Jue to leave the Qi family and head north to the capital, so that she could find an opportunity to escape.

If divorce isn't an option, she wouldn't mind trying another method.

Methods are fixed, but people are flexible, especially someone as intelligent as her.

"Are you still angry?" Shang Jue asked.

"What do I have to be upset about? After all, I've already eaten such 'expensive' food. Even if I'm really angry, I should be able to let it go by now."

Qi He remained as sarcastic and unpredictable as ever.

Thinking you can appease her with a few pieces of candied fruit? Dream on!

After a moment, Shang Jue slowly spoke: "The pair of pigeon blood red bracelets from the auction in the south have been set and delivered to Qianjin Tower. You can try them on when you get back tonight; they suit your skin tone very well."

Qi He thought to herself that she already had many bracelets, so she wouldn't miss out on a pair.

Shang Jue added, "The hot spring estate outside the city has already been registered in your name. We can go and sign the contract this afternoon. You can go and take a look when you have time."

Qi He silently prayed to herself, "Be firm, Qi Xiaohe, these are all sugar-coated bullets."

If we don't get a divorce, we'll die. If we're already dead, what's the point of all this?

She took a deep breath and decided to be firm: "I don't need it."

Shang Jue's gaze fell on her face, and Qi He's gaze unexpectedly met his.

In just two short years, the once handsome young man has developed the composure and demeanor of a mature man.

Qi He was momentarily stunned by what she saw, and her heart skipped a beat.

Shang Jue stared straight at her, his tone unusually calm for someone his age: "Qi He, don't divorce me. I will find you anything you want in this world."

"What if I wanted the stars in the sky?"

"I can give it a try."

That bastard, he's quite good at sweet-talking people.

Unfortunately, Qi He's heart was as hard as iron, and she coldly replied, "You've said that to many people before, haven't you?"

Whatever this or that, and that Qi Lanlan too.

Granny Wang had told her about Shang Jue's "romantic history" many times.

Shang Jue shook his head: "You are the first and the last, I promise you."

Qi He looked away, adhering to his principle of refusing to listen or believe in order to save his life.

"You're lying. You wouldn't even buy me fifty coins' worth of candied fruit just now."

Shang Jue was speechless for a moment, then pressed the call bell: "Go buy a tael of silver worth of dried fruit and send it to the accounting office."

Qi He silently rolled her eyes.

stingy person.

She ate snacks all day long at Juxian Trading Company, and by evening she couldn't even eat dinner.

In the evening, Shang Jue was going to have dinner with a guest from the south. Qi He had been lying in the rest room behind the accounting office for half a day, her hair was messy and her clothes were wrinkled, so she made an excuse that she was not seeing the guest.

Shang Jue didn't force her, and locked the door to the room from the outside before leaving.

Qi He silently accepted this fact, not even bothering to utter a curse.

She had slept all afternoon and wasn't sleepy at the moment. Locked in the accounting room and unable to go anywhere, she could only lie on the table idly flipping through the documents on it.

Before Qi He transmigrated, she had graduated from a top university. Although she didn't use her knowledge much later, her foundation was still there.

Juxian had most of her accounts sorted out clearly, and Shangjue hadn't deliberately hidden anything from her; the ledgers were all laid out on the table.

Qi He felt conflicted as she recalled the plot of the original novel.

In the original story, Shang Jue was framed by Qi He at the annual meeting for embezzling money from the shop. Unable to defend himself, he was expelled from the Qi family and sued. He suffered greatly during that period, which directly led to a drastic change in his personality later on.

This matter even reached the old lady's ears; the amount involved was so large that it warranted prosecution by the authorities.

Despite being an outsider, Shang Jue, who had managed Juxian for a year, ultimately could not withstand the criticism of the crowd.

He was kicked out of the Qi family, and even Shang Yue's medical expenses were cut off, which forced him to go north to the capital.

The only way for Shang Jue to leave the Qi family, besides being framed, is for her to publicly divorce him at the annual meeting.

Qi He sighed, resting her chin on her hand.

Shang Jue was framed, which is a terrible situation.

In comparison, wouldn't it be much more dignified to divorce her?

She was flipping through the documents on the table when she suddenly sat up straight, pulled out a booklet about the construction of a suburban dock and looked at it several times, her face showing an expression of disbelief.

"Why now...?"

This project shouldn't be happening at this time of year. In the original story, Shang Jue was twenty-three when he took on this job, but he's not even nineteen yet.

Qi He quickly flipped to the last page, where the name of the person in charge was written in black and white: Qi Lanlan.

......

New Year's Eve arrived amidst a flurry of snowflakes.

Ever since returning from Juxian that day, Qi He has been preoccupied with worries.

In the original story, the key to triggering Shang Jue's journey to the capital was in the next few days, but she hadn't made up her mind to say the words about divorce.

She could only comfort herself by thinking that Shang Jue was the male lead and wouldn't be unable to survive without the Qi family.

It's just a divorce; there's no need to go to court. It's much better than the ending in the original story.

She was still uneasy, and her worries were written all over her face. She barely ate any food that morning.

Shang Jue thought she wasn't feeling well, so he asked her a few questions, but she seemed uninterested, so he stopped asking.

He pinched the pair of plain silver rings hidden in his sleeve; they had been made a few days ago and had just been delivered today.

Any piece in Qi He's jewelry box is worth a fortune, but his plain rings are really inconspicuous; they wouldn't even warrant a second glance from her.

But when he was deciding on the design with the craftsman, he still chose the simplest plain silver, only engraving the first strokes of their names inside the ring.

This marriage started with too much scheming, and he wanted to keep things simple from now on.

Unaware of the situation, Qi He was preoccupied with figuring out how to bring up divorce at the New Year's Eve banquet.

She sat quietly in the carriage, and the more Shang Jue cared for her, the more guilty she felt.

She kept brainwashing herself, thinking about the bad things about that bastard, thinking about how her two years of swimming training shouldn't have been wasted, and thinking that Shang Jue might be being nice to her now just to lower her guard.

If a man's sweet words were reliable, there would be no woman in the world who would suffer a loss.

She only believes what she sees.

The carriage stopped in front of the Qi family's old house, while snow fell heavily outside.

Qi He tightened her cloak and stepped onto the bluestone ground covered with a thin layer of snow.

This scene was exactly like the day she first arrived, except that the person holding the umbrella for her had changed from a servant to Shang Jue.

She felt a warm sensation behind her and before she could react, she was gently embraced.

Unlike the first time he met the old lady, when he was all affected and pretentious, in just one year, both Shang Jue and her mindset had undergone a complete transformation.

The arm around her waist tightened slightly, and Qi He lost her footing and fell into his arms.

A calm voice came from above: "There's no need to throw yourself into their arms like this."

Qi He's ears burned instantly.

She tried to break free, but the grip tightened even more. She muttered, "Shang Jue, let go."

Shang Jue didn't move, but simply lowered his head and rested his chin on the top of her head, chuckling softly, "I won't let go."

The red lanterns under the eaves swayed gently in the wind, and the snow fell silently.