Kyoto.

The bright and luxurious CEO's office.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, its fading rays bathed the ground in a warm glow. The once peaceful and idyllic scene was shattered by a chilling voice.

Mu Ran handed the document in her hand to the desk. "Mr. Zhan, sign it. From now on, we will be strangers and won't bother each other."

The man before me was handsome and dashing. His white shirt was tucked into his black trousers, the top two buttons unbuttoned, revealing a solid chest.

Zhan Jing, dressed in a sharp suit, sat hunched over his desk. His cold and distant eyes fell on the several pages of paper lying before him. The words "Divorce Agreement" stared back at him, stark and bold, causing him to furrow his brow involuntarily.

His long fingers idly tapped on the table, he looked at Mu Ran, his voice laced with an unreadable emotion: "Mu Ran, do you want to divorce me?"

When speaking, a man's upper lip twitches.

Mu Ran looked straight at him, and said slowly, "Mr. Zhan, wouldn't you forget? Our agreement to get married had a time limit of one year, and now the time has come. We should end this between us."

A year ago, I accidentally saved General Zhan Qigu's grandfather. The old man, unable to repay the life-saving grace, could only offer his grandson in marriage as a token of gratitude. Thus, I became Zhan Jingcheng's wife.

Without a wedding, without a diamond ring, just a marriage certificate, it binds two strangers together.

Although they were husband and wife in name, they had no real marital relationship, let alone the intimacy of true spouses.

Zhan Jingchen has never attended any banquets with her, nor has she ever made their relationship public to the outside world.

Though Cheng may not be the greatest warrior, he is a qualified husband who has never wronged his wife in any way and even provides the best within his capabilities.

His private life is also very clean.

Many people admire him, but there are also many rumors about his personal life.

After a year of marriage, Mu Ran had to admit, facing such an outstanding and handsome man, her heart was overcome.

But deep down, they both knew there was no chance for them.

Because everyone in Kyoto knows that Zhanjing Chen has a white moon hidden in his heart.

He must be so clean and self-righteous, all for the sake of that supposed white moon.

But Mu Ran wanted someone who was completely devoted to her, with every thought and action focused on her alone.

Hearing this, Zhan Jingcheng's eyes flickered, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

I can't believe it's already been a year, time flies!

But what he didn't expect was that Mu Ran would be so eager to divorce.

After a few seconds of silence, Zhan Jingcheng spoke again, his voice low and solemn: "Grandpa really likes you. If you're willing, we can extend the agreement for a while longer, until..."

"Until I find your white moon?"

Mu Ran let out a cold snort, her tone laced with impatience as she urged, "Sorry, I'm not willing! Please hurry up and sign the agreement, Mr. Zhan. Tomorrow we'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to get the divorce certificate. That way I can make room for your sweetheart, and you won't delay me finding a man!"

"The battlefield's expression deepened with a few creases, "I can give you time to consider. Give me your answer when you've made up your mind."

Mu Ran didn't even think, and urged again: "Zhàn Jǐng Chéng, don't be so fussy, just get to the point, alright? I don't have time to waste here with you."

Seeing his anxious expression, Zhan Jing's mind conjured an image of a battlefield, yet he couldn't figure out what was troubling him.

How come this person suddenly became so different from their usual self?

Were all those good and obedient acts before just an act?

Mu Ran saw that he was still hesitant to sign the divorce agreement, so she leaned closer, supporting herself on the table with one hand, and looked at Zhan Jingcheng with amusement and asked: "Zhan Jingcheng, you wouldn't be... on me, would you? That's why you're unwilling to let me go?"

An orange light enveloped the man, his beautiful eyes hidden behind thick glasses, a smile playing on his lips.

A simple short sleeve paired with skinny jeans. Although this face is unremarkable, the aura it exudes from head to toe is undeniable.

The two of them were very close, so Zhan Jingcheng could even smell the faint fragrance on her.

After a moment of distraction, he looked away and sneered, "Hmph, putting gold on your own face. I agreed to extend the agreement's deadline, all for grandpa."

He doesn't dislike Mu Ran, but he doesn't like him either.

He only agreed to the marriage because he owed a favor to the old master and the old master liked him.

Mu Ran stood straight, with no significant change in her expression.

Of course, I know that the proposal to extend the agreement period was made because of Old General Zhan. I just suddenly felt like teasing him a little bit.

The battlefield commander no longer hesitated, picked up his pen and signed his name with a decisive stroke.

“Although we consulted a lawyer and made a prenuptial agreement before marriage, it didn't involve the division of property in case of divorce. But this year, with you by his side, Grandpa seems much happier. As a thank you, besides the villa by the sea, I will give you another 50 million.”

Hearing this number, Mu Ran pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow to look at Zhan Jingcheng, saying: "Mr. Zhan, your price is over a billion. It is said that the Zhan Group's annual revenue can reach tens of billions. Now you only give me, your ex-wife, fifty million. Wouldn't it be too stingy? If this gets out, it will be laughed at."

The battlefield commander said concisely, "How many do you want?"

Mu Ran blinked, "Then just add a zero after the number you just mentioned, shouldn't that be excessive?"

The battlefield reflected in his eyes, tinged with anger: "You really dare to think so!"

After all, serving your grandfather filial piety in front of his face is a strenuous task, and not everyone can earn his favor. This is what I deserve." Mu Ran didn't feel like she was being delusional, instead, she said it with a serious expression.

"...." Zhan Jing clenched his teeth.

Mu Ran smiled sweetly: "If you don't agree, with grandpa's love for me, if he knew we were getting a divorce, I'm afraid he would split your assets and give me half. By then it won't be this amount anymore, oh."

Zhan Jing held his pen-holding hand tightly, with anger in his eyes: "Mu Ran, are you threatening me?"

Mu Ran's smile didn't fade, she blinked and said, "Do I? I'm clearly just stating facts."

The battlefield grew silent, his cold eyes fixed on Mu Ran who stood opposite him, as if he could see right through her.

He really underestimated this person. I bet his true purpose is to ask for compensation in the divorce.

No wonder, the moment it hit time, I couldn't hold back and came to confront him.

"Alright! I'll meet your demands!" said Zhan Jing, gritting his teeth.

Mu Ran extended her slender fingers, picked up one of the divorce agreements from the table, and spoke in a softer tone than before, "Grandpa's side…"

The old master was very kind to him, and while he and Zhan Jingcheng were separated, the person he cared for most and worried about the most was his grandfather.

The chill on the battlefield gradually subsided. Gou said, "Since you've made up your mind, I'll take care of things on my grandfather's side."

"And Mr. Zhan, don't forget, tomorrow afternoon at three o'clock we'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau to handle the divorce procedures."

Mu Ran finished speaking, and left the office without looking back.

Looking at the dashing back as he left, Zhan Jingcheng clenched his fists, a strange feeling of discomfort welling up in his heart.

Perhaps because Muran had been too ordinary and obedient before, her presence here was extremely low. Now, she's changed so much that he feels a bit out of place. top: 9step on: 34