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

Outside the Qi family's old house, a heavy snow began to fall, the wind and snow raged, and the cold wind cut like swords on people's faces.

The banquet hall was warmly lit by an underfloor heater, but Shang Jue felt icy cold all over, as if he were immersed in ice water in the dead of winter.

He opened and closed his lips a few times, his voice hoarse and tight: "Qi He, stop fooling around."

Qi He has never been more tired than she is now.

She closed her eyes wearily: "Do you think I'm arguing with you? Think whatever you want... I'm really tired, I need to rest. Someone will come to discuss the divorce papers with you first thing tomorrow morning. After you leave the Qi family, you can go wherever you want. You don't have to put up with treating me so badly anymore. Let's never see each other again."

She turned around, leaving behind the bewildered Qi family members who had heard everything clearly, and went straight upstairs.

But as soon as she stepped up two steps, Shang Jue suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Before she could even react, Shang Jue grabbed her wrist and led her into the bedroom.

She froze for a moment, then struggled fiercely: "Let me go! Shang Jue, are you crazy!"

Shang Jue seemed not to hear her, remaining unmoved no matter how much she pushed and pounded him.

The moment he heard the word "divorce" from her, the string that had been taut in his mind for so long snapped.

He didn't know what he was going to do, he only knew that he absolutely couldn't let her leave like that.

Once he lets her go, he may never see her again.

This thought consumed all his reason.

Seeing her struggle fiercely, he simply lifted her up by the waist, which only provoked her to resist even more violently: "Let me go! What else can you do besides this!"

Qi He's voice finally brought the people downstairs back to their senses.

When Qi Zheng saw Shang Jue snatch her away like that, his expression changed drastically. But by the time he rushed upstairs, the bedroom door had already been neatly closed and bolted by Shang Jue.

Qi Zheng pounded on the door: "Shang Jue! Open the door! What are you doing bringing Xiao He in here?!"

Inside the room, Qi He was thrown into the soft bedding.

Her vision blurred for a moment, and when she could see clearly again, the first thing that caught her eye was the gray-blue canopy top.

She tried to get up, but Shang Jue had already leaned over her.

Qi He pushed him away forcefully, her voice trembling with anger: "Let go of me! You bastard! I want a divorce!"

The words "divorce" came out of her mouth again, and Shang Jue had never heard any other word sound as jarring as it did at this moment.

He grabbed her wrist with his right hand and pressed it down on the couch, then lowered his head and silenced her mouth that was driving him crazy.

Qi He was still in shock when she was kissed, her face still wet with tears, and her eyes widened suddenly.

Shang Jue's kiss came quickly and forcefully, prying open her teeth with an irresistible force.

Qi He was forced to tilt her head back, her long neck taut into a fragile arc, her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings fluttering in the wind, tears streaming down her face and soaking into the pillow. Only her intermittent sobs remained in the room.

Her struggles were like an ant trying to shake a tree in front of Shang Jue. She didn't understand why things had come to this point and could only helplessly let him do whatever he wanted.

Humiliation and shame washed over her like a tidal wave, overwhelming her thoughts.

After an unknown amount of time, her hands finally broke free of their restraints, and she raised her hand to slap Shang Jue hard across the face.

With a crisp, loud "snap," it rang out.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Shang Jue turned his head to the side after being slapped by her, his handsome profile facing her, his jawline sharp and clean.

He slowly turned his head, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his left cheek slightly flushed. He met her gaze with his eyelashes lowered, his eyes churning with a gloom and obsession she had never seen before.

Qi He quickly got up and straightened her disheveled clothes.

Her mind was a mess, all her emotions were tangled together, and the exhausting argument she had just had left her unable to think of how to end it.

She had only one thought—

escape.

We must escape, no matter what!

But she had only taken two steps when Shang Jue grabbed her arm again.

She was so frightened by his current crazed state that she reflexively took a step back.

But this time, Shang Jue simply pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly and refusing to let go, like a drowning person grasping at the last piece of driftwood.

Qi He's heartbeat was pressed tightly against his, his heart pounding rapidly and heavily in his chest.

She no longer had the strength to struggle, and could only let him hold her tightly.

Shang Jue took advantage of the situation, holding her in his arms for a while before letting go and kissing her from the tip of her ear to the corner of her lips. His kisses were much gentler than the previous storm, as if he were holding something that might break at any moment.

Qi He was exhausted and closed her eyes, no longer looking at him.

This silent rejection was more heartbreaking for Shang Jue than the slap he had just received.

"Qi He, you can't divorce me." Shang Jue's voice trembled almost imperceptibly. "Apart from this, I'll do anything you want."

As if suddenly remembering something, he took out two plain silver rings from his sleeve.

The silver ring lay quietly on the dark blue velvet. He looked at her, his voice hoarse: "We've already come this far."

Qi He opened her eyes, her fingers curling slightly.

She picked up the smaller ring from the velvet cloth, and then, under Shang Jue's shattered gaze, unhesitatingly pushed open the window and threw the ring forcefully out.

The silver light traced an arc before disappearing into the vast snowfield.

The latch was finally kicked off from the outside.

Qi Zheng strode in and saw that Qi He's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her lips were also chapped. His face immediately darkened.

Qi Lanlan followed in and was startled by what she saw.

In his past life, Shang Jue was framed for embezzling money from Juxian Trading Company. For some reason, this did not happen in this life. However, the rift between Shang Jue and Qi He seems to be slowly closing along the trajectory of their past life, heading towards an irreversible end.

Qi Zheng suppressed his anger: "What exactly happened between you? Shang Jue, what did Xiao He say about the blood samples matching? Is this how you treat her?"

Qi Lanlan paused for a moment, then advised, "Brother, we won't get anything out of Second Sister and Shang Jue in their current state. Why don't we let them rest first and talk about it tomorrow?"

Qi Zheng felt sorry for his sister, so he left Shang Jue and took Qi He to the next room to settle her in.

Before going to sleep, he wanted to ask a few more questions, but seeing that Qi He had already climbed onto the bed exhaustedly, with her back to him, clearly unwilling to speak anymore, he had no choice but to close the door and leave.

After all that commotion, Qi He couldn't sleep at all.

She tossed and turned on the couch, slowly sorting out her emotions, before belatedly realizing that she had overacted and genuinely become angry, actually arguing with Shang Jue.

She didn't know why this was happening.

She stared blankly at her right hand, lost in thought.

Was it this hand that slapped him just now?

Qi He sat on the couch for a long time, unable to close her eyes.

This was destined to be a sleepless, snowy night.

One by one, the lights in the Qi family's old house went out, and the night became as thick as ink.

A swaying beam of light suddenly slid across the window paper. She was slightly startled, and as if possessed, she walked to the window, lifted the corner of the curtain, and glanced outside.

In the courtyard directly opposite the bedroom, a man walked back and forth in the snow, carrying a lantern.

He seemed to be searching for something, taking a few steps and then crouching down to search through the snow for a while. It was unclear when he started searching, or how long he would continue.

Qi He's legs seemed nailed to the spot, and she stared motionless at that back view.

Time slipped by little by little, and she didn't know how long she had been standing by the window—maybe an hour, maybe two.

The snow was still falling, and the man's shoulders were covered with a thick layer of white.

He crouched down again, brushed away a handful of snow, and finally found the plain silver ring covered in snowflakes.

Under the lamplight, he knelt on one knee in the snow, like a frozen stone statue, gazing at the ring in his palm for a long time.

After a long while, he finally moved, bringing it to his lips and kissing it very lightly.

Qi He knew that the plain silver ring on her ring finger was the perfect size.

She could have worn it.