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

OMG!

My first love, it's you!

But Hu Ying was still whispering to herself, "Am I right? Isn't he more handsome and wealthier than your ex-husband?"

Qi He silently rolled her eyes. Thank you so much!

She thought about it for a moment and realized that her first love didn't seem any better than Shang Jue.

When Lu Jingxing saw her, he smiled, as gentle and refined as ever. He didn't mention Shang Jue at all during the meal, as if he knew nothing about her divorce.

Qi He was only half-heartedly going through the motions, wanting to finish the meal quickly so she could go back to Bailai Impression and get a good night's sleep.

The meal lasted until 7 PM, when Hu Ying found an excuse to leave first. Before leaving, she gave Qi He a meaningful wink.

A moment later, a maid brought in a note in Hu Ying's handwriting: "Take down Lu Jingxing in one fell swoop! Make your ex-husband and that little bitch Qi Lanlan furious! I've even thought of a storybook for you, it'll be called 'After the Divorce, I Married My Childhood Sweetheart'!"

Qi He crumpled the note expressionlessly and then dismissed the maid who had delivered the letter.

Seeing that they had almost finished eating, Lu Jingxing stood up and said, "Xiao He, I'll take you home."

Just as Qi He was about to decline, Lu Jingxing had already taken the cloak for her and walked out the door first.

If she pushed again, it would seem pretentious, so she had no choice but to follow.

Once on the carriage, Qi He gave an address: Qi Zheng's place.

Lu Jingxing's hand paused slightly, probably not expecting that she no longer lived in Qianjinlou, but that was fine too.

He smiled slightly but didn't ask any further questions.

Speechless all the way.

Qi He gazed out the car window, her mind preoccupied with Shang Jue's affairs.

I haven't heard from him for quite some time, and I wonder how far the story has progressed.

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became. She desperately wanted to know, yet dared not ask.

Qi He didn't come to her senses until Lu Jingxing reminded her that they had arrived.

The winter night wind was biting cold, and she was only wearing two thin layers of clothing when she shivered from the cold.

After getting out of the car, Lu Jingxing considerately took off his cloak and draped it over her shoulders, then reached out to adjust her scarf. From a distance, they looked like a pair of lovers cuddling together.

Qi He was very uncomfortable with other men being so close to her, so she took a half step back without making a sound and held the cloak in her hand.

The unfamiliar scent of agarwood that had enveloped her faded considerably.

Lu Jingxing pretended not to see it and said gently, "Xiao He, let me take you inside."

Upon reaching the door, Qi He returned the cloak to him, politely declining his suggestion to sit down for a while.

Lu Jingxing had no choice but to give up. Before parting, he gave a word of advice: "The end of the year has been quite unsettling lately. I heard there are thieves around. You have to be careful since you live alone."

Qi He thought to herself, what is a woman like her afraid of thieves? But she put on a polite smile and said, "Thank you, Brother Jingxing, I understand."

Finally, we got them off.

Qi He let out a long sigh. Dealing with someone like Lu Jingxing, whom she barely knew, was exhausting. She felt awkward from head to toe and didn't know how to respond.

The oil lamps under the corridor had gone out sometime ago, leaving the place pitch black.

As Qi He groped his way forward, he cursed the manager under his breath.

Just as I reached my front door, a gust of wind carrying the smell of alcohol suddenly swept up from behind me.

For a moment, she was stunned, thinking she had encountered a thief. Just as she tried to break free, she was pressed against the door by a strong force. The person held her tightly, making it impossible for her to move.

She froze for a moment, then struggled desperately. No way, she'd run into such bad luck.

Are thieves this bold these days?

She is Miss Qi!

She immediately bent her knee and thrust it forward, hearing the other person groan.

That voice... sounds familiar?

Qi He's movements came to an abrupt halt, and the air seemed to freeze.

In the darkness, she hesitated before speaking: "Shang Jue?"

The other person didn't respond, but simply held her even tighter.

The unmistakable smell of alcohol, combined with his unique cool pine scent, enveloped him completely.

He's definitely a bastard.

She was about to ask him how much he had drunk when a swift, passionate kiss silenced her.

Qi He's eyes widened, and she let out a soft "uh" without warning. Shang Jue had already forcefully pried open her teeth, passing the bitter taste of alcohol from her lips and tongue to her. In the dark corridor, only the rustling of fabric and the sound of intermittent breathing could be heard.

After the annual meeting, Qi Zheng forbade Shang Jue from seeing Qi He again.

After Juxian's incident, his movements were restricted to the old house.

One lawyer after another came to the Qi family. With all his worries piling up, he barely had the energy to think about anything else.

He thought he could resist seeing her, but Qi Zheng's cold words yesterday made him unable to sit still any longer.

He either has to bear the losses from those dozen or so ships and spend the rest of his life in prison, or he has to immediately divorce Qi He and leave the Qi family.

A surge of restlessness welled up in Shang Jue's heart, and he just wanted to ask Qi He face to face, "Is this your intention?"

Is it worth it to go to such lengths to force me to divorce?

This morning, he left the old house and returned to Qianjin Tower, only to find it empty, with no sign of Qi He.

She doesn't even go home anymore. Or is it that going back to him makes her feel disgusted?

He wasn't a suspicious person, but when it came to her, he didn't dare to easily entrust her with even a sliver of trust.

He felt a tightness in his chest, so he rummaged through the liquor cabinet, pulled out half a bottle of cold wine, and took a few gulps.

He had a low alcohol tolerance; after just a few drinks, he felt dizzy and lightheaded, with only one thought in his mind—

Find her, see her.

He searched for her in the places she usually went, and finally found her here.

She wasn't alone; Lu Jingxing was also traveling in the car with her.

He, who was usually calm and composed, completely snapped when he saw that scene.

He didn't know how long he had been standing downstairs, watching Lu Jingxing put a coat on her and escort her inside.

The frost and snow of the winter night covered his shoulders, chilling him to the bone, even freezing his heart.

He entered first, lurking in the darkness like a beast driven to the brink of despair.

Before Qi He could react, she was pinned to the door and kissed so hard she could barely breathe.

He gripped her wrist so tightly he almost crushed it, his teeth and lips moving erratically, biting open the wound on her lip that hadn't fully healed, causing a faint taste of blood to seep out.

In the darkness, Qi He finally mustered all her strength to push him away, her chest heaving violently, and roared angrily, "What's wrong with you?!"

Shang Jue, panting, pressed his forehead against hers, his voice hoarse: "I missed you."

After saying those three words, he stopped talking, burying his face in her shoulder, his body burning hot and his breath ragged.

The corridor was so quiet that only the intermittent breathing of the two people could be heard.

Qi He's hand was still pressed against his chest, and the heart beneath her palm was beating fast and heavy, its beats pounding into her hand through the fabric.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word. The phrase "You've had too much to drink" rolled around on her tongue a few times before she finally swallowed it back down.