After the divorce, the stand-in ex-wife exploded in the entertainment industry!

The wall clock in the living room rang loudly, waking up Si Fuqing who was curled up on the sofa and sleeping.

She squinted her eyes, looked at the overlapping clock hands, and sighed softly.

Today is their wedding anniversary, it's already twelve o'clock, and Jiang Muqi hasn't come back yet.

She got up with a headache and was about to get a glass of water to moisten her throat when the phone suddenly rang.

"Brother Mu Qi, it turns out that today is your wedding anniversary. No wonder you don't want to come to see your sister or stay with me..."

Bai Xingchen's delicate voice came from the receiver, and Si Fuqing's breath froze, and he showed a self-deprecating wry smile.

Yes, she is just a substitute for his dead Bai Yueguang, how could she wish that he would spend her wedding anniversary with her?

The man's deep and hoarse voice immediately sounded: "Am I not accompanying you right now?"

Bai Xingchen smiled sweetly: "My sister said in her will that you should take good care of me. You can't forget it?"

The man paused and replied softly: "I haven't forgotten, I always remember it."

The man's voice was full of lust, and his heavy breathing hit Si Fu Qing's heart like ice shards.

She tightened her grip on the phone and hung up the phone.

After three years of marriage, she finally understood this truth.

Even if she marries Jiang Muqi, she will only be the eternal substitute for Bai Yueguang in his heart.

On the other side, Jiang Muqi came out of the bathroom, with water still dripping from his hair. When he saw Bai Xingchen hiding something in a panic, his eyes were slightly cold: "What are you doing?"

Bai Xingchen stuffed the recorder into the gap of the sofa: "It's okay, brother Mu Qi, can you stay with me? I'm still a little uncomfortable..."

The man glanced at her lightly: "I have something to do, and I will ask my assistant to accompany you later."

Bai Xingchen's smile froze, and his bright nails dug deeply into his palms.

Why! She finally waited until her sister Bai Qingqing died, but Jiang Muqi still refused to look at her again!

Si Fuqing was just a substitute who got married to him by mistake. Sooner or later...

She bit her lip, a flash of cruelty flashed in her eyes: "Okay."

In the villa, Si Fuqing's eyes fell on the table full of his favorite dishes.

The food had already become cold along with her expectant heart. Si Fuqing pursed her lips and stuffed the plates into the trash can.

She poured herself a glass of wine, and the strong wine went down her throat, bitter and pungent, like her love that had ended in vain in the past three years.

The alcohol gradually eroded her consciousness, and vaguely, a pair of large, well-jointed hands covered her slender waist.

"Waiting for me?"

The man's palm was hot, and Si Fuqing trembled slightly. The next moment, his long and cold fingertips clamped her jaw, forcing her to raise her head and passively bear his overwhelming kiss.

The kiss, which was mixed with the smell of alcohol and perfume, made the slightly tipsy Si Fuqing gag.

This bottle of "Iron Tower after the Rain" is limited to 500 pieces worldwide. She accidentally saw the order form on his desk and had been looking forward to it for a long time. However, she only saw the exquisite crystal bottle in Bai Xingchen's circle of friends.

She began to struggle subconsciously: "Jiang Muchi, let me go!"

In the past three years, she has been particularly obedient in bed.

The sudden resistance made Jiang Muqi frown displeased: "Isn't that why you asked me to come back?"

Hearing this, Si Fuqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he closed his eyes to hide his cold expression: "I just got off Bai Xingchen's bed, and I want to have sex with me when I come back. Jiang Muqi, will your Bai Qingqing die in peace?"

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He could usually tolerate all of Si Fuqing's little tempers, but when he mentioned Bai Qingqing, the remaining warmth on his face faded, and his voice became harsh: "Who allowed you to mention her!"

Si Fuqing chuckled, and the smile did not reach his eyes. When it reflected in Jiang Muqi's eyes, he made his eyebrows tighten slightly.

She drank two bottles of red wine, her cheeks were red, but her consciousness was particularly clear.

"Jiang Muqi, you gave me the lifebuoy in the sea accident three years ago. I am very grateful. I have been married to you for three years and let you sleep for three years. Have you paid off?"

Listening to her stinging words, Jiang Muqi frowned and said in a cold voice: "Si Fuqing, I rushed back to celebrate your wedding anniversary with you, what are you making!"

Si Fuqing looked at his cold eyebrows, a layer of mist appeared in her eyes, she pursed her lips and said nothing.

Her appearance surprisingly coincided with the appearance that came to Jiang Muqi's mind every time he dreamed back at midnight. He leaned over and gently kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Qingqing, don't cry."

Is it Qingqing or Qingqing?

She didn't need to think about it, she knew it was the latter.

Si Fuqing's fair and delicate arms climbed up to his neck, her warm breath sprayed on his clear face, and she smiled seductively: "I won't cry anymore. Have you prepared a gift for me?"

Jiang Muqi carried her to the dining table, with the candlelight swaying, and his fingertips wandering around her waist, hinting: "If you want a gift, it's better to get it yourself."

Si Fuqing's fingertips slid down from his throat, lightly hooked his tie, and circled it around his collarbone, but made no next move. There was clearly affection in his eyes, but his voice was extremely cold.

"That means no more. However, I have prepared a gift for you. Mr. Jiang will definitely like it."

Being disappointed, Jiang Muqi's brows were filled with displeasure. Before he could speak, Si Fuqing pushed him away, turned around, took a document from the bar, and handed it to him.

Jiang Muqi opened the document in confusion, and the five large words of the divorce agreement suddenly appeared in front of him.

His eyes suddenly turned cold, with a bone-chilling coldness to them.

"Si Fuqing, I don't like this hard-to-get trick."

Si Fuqing was not at all intimidated by his momentum. Instead, she smiled and said, "Jiang Muqi, I've had enough of the substitute game."

Jiang Muqi's eyes were gloomy, but Si Fuqing was not afraid. She looked at him and said softly: "Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, see you at the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Si Fuqing took out the suitcase that he had packed long ago and left Jiang's house without looking back.

The cell phone rang suddenly, breaking the stiff atmosphere.

"Mr. Jiang, the pink swan diamond necklace you want has been packaged and will be given to my husband now..."

"Throw it away."

The man's voice was so cold that the assistant over there shivered violently.

"Okay, okay..."

Jiang Muqi narrowed his eyes and walked slowly to the window, his eyes falling on the little back figure that was gradually disappearing.

He wanted to see how long this hard-to-get woman could keep pretending.

After Si Fuqing left Jiang's house, she took a taxi and went to her best friend Mi Ke's residence: "Mi Ke, I want a divorce."

Mi Ke looked up from a pile of documents, shocked: "Are you serious?"

"Yeah." Seeing her looking at him blankly, Si Fuqing smiled slightly, "I decided to listen to you and start a career. Don't you welcome me?"

Mi Ke was full of shock: "Didn't you give up your career and become a full-time housewife after marrying that Jiang Muqi? Suddenly you want to come back to work. Are you kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding you, I'm serious this time."