Chapter 1

Hmm…………

Zhao Pingye slowly opened his eyes and looked at the white ceiling above him.

His head was a bit painful and felt a bit heavy.

Where am I?

He smelled the faint fragrance from the pillow and struggled to get up from the bed.

Zhao Pingye casually picked up a piece of clothing from the bedside, just about to put it on, when he caught a whiff of the unpleasant alcohol smell, causing him to wrinkle his nose.

Is there a clean piece of clothing?

He turned around and looked around the unfamiliar room for a while, finally his gaze fell on a photo on the wall by the bed.

It was a wedding photo.

One was himself, and the other was a beautiful woman in a stunning wedding dress.

The man was smiling happily, while the woman had a cold expression on her face.

Zhao Pingye remained silent for a moment, then remembered something and went to the bedside table to rummage through it, then opened the wardrobe in the room and found two red books inside.

Male: Zhao Pingye.

Female: Liu Yijun.

It really is me.

Zhao Pingye frowned, when did I get married? Why do I have no memory of it at all?

He tried hard to think, and as the memories in his mind gradually surfaced, Zhao Pingye gradually understood.

It turned out this was a parallel world, and he had crossed over.

And this marriage was actually an arranged marriage from childhood.

His grandfather and Liu Yijun's grandfather were old comrades-in-arms. On the battlefield, his grandfather saved Liu Yijun's grandfather's life, and the two became the closest comrades, agreeing that their next generation must be betrothed from childhood.

However, both of them had sons.

At that time, two men getting married was considered a violation of natural law, so they decided to be brothers instead.

His father and Liu Yijun's father were childhood friends and later joined the army together.

Originally, his father Zhao Dahuang had a bright future, but during a live ammunition drill, Liu Yijun's father Liu Junhong accidentally caused an explosion. His father, like his grandfather, saved Liu Yijun's father's life, but unlike his grandfather, Zhao Dahuang died, leaving behind his wife and four-year-old son Zhao Pingye.

Liu Junhong felt deeply guilty about this and secretly supported Zhao Pingye and his mother, but this was not enough to make Liu Junhong marry his daughter to Zhao Pingye.

What made Liu Junhong make this decision was that Zhao Pingye's mother had always been in poor health. Thinking about how no one would take care of her son after she died, and considering that her son already liked Liu Yijun and that the Liu family was well-known to her, she tearfully pleaded with Liu Junhong on her deathbed, saying that since the two children were about the same age and neither was married, why not continue the previous generation's agreement?

Liu Junhong, who deeply owed the widow, could not refuse. Thus, the matter was settled.

Of course, this was the story in this parallel world.

In his original world, his father also died early, but he was hit by a car. As for Liu Junhong and Liu Yijun, Zhao Pingye had little memory of them in his original world.

Zhao Pingye frowned, crossing over was one thing, but suddenly having a wife was hard to accept.

Gradually, deeper memories surfaced in his mind.

Liu Yijun, a young elite, was the CEO of an entertainment and film company.

In his memories, she was very resistant to this marriage, but perhaps because she could not resist Liu Junhong's persistent persuasion, or perhaps because her family owed his family too much, she eventually agreed.

During the two years of their marriage, their relationship had always been lukewarm.

And the Zhao Pingye in this world was too insecure.

Although he liked Liu Yijun very much, he always felt he was not good enough for her, and this insecurity led to unrealistic ambitions.

Two months after their marriage, he felt that the reason for the cold relationship between him and Liu Yijun was due to the imbalance of power, so he borrowed money from Liu Junhong and started a music company, determined to make it the top Chinese music company. However, after a year, the company had degenerated into a recording studio.

Since then, he had been holed up at home, claiming to be looking for inspiration, but in reality, he had given up on himself and was just living off the villa.

At this moment, Zhao Pingye felt a bit relieved.

If he and Liu Yijun had a loving and harmonious marriage, he really wouldn't know what to do.

Since Liu Yijun didn't like him and was also against this marriage, things would be easier to handle.

Zhao Pingye picked up his phone from the bedside table, found a number, and dialed it.

The call rang for a long time, and just before it was about to be disconnected, the other party answered.

"Hello."

The voice on the other end was cold and emotionless, a statement without any feeling.

Zhao Pingye said, "When are you coming back?"

There was no response for a while, "I'll be working overtime at the company today and won't be back for dinner."

Zhao Pingye said, "Oh."

"Is there something?"

"There's something I need to tell you."

"Must it be in person?"

"Preferably in person."

There was silence on the other end for a while. Just as Zhao Pingye thought the other party might have hung up, the voice came again.

"I'll be home at nine tonight."

After saying this, the other party hung up directly.

So straightforward.

Zhao Pingye put down his phone and pulled out a document from the drawer. This was a divorce agreement that the Zhao Pingye in this world had prepared three months ago but had never signed.

The Zhao Pingye in this world had never made up his mind.

He couldn't let go.

Zhao Pingye carefully examined the agreement, pondered for a moment, and then wrote his name on it in advance.

Divorce agreement.

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The sky was already very dark, and Zhao Pingye was sitting in the living room, drinking tea and reading a newspaper. A kind-looking woman in her fifties approached cautiously and asked, "Sir? Is the madam coming back?"

Zhao Pingye looked at the time, it was 9:30 PM.

He turned to the woman and smiled, "Wait a bit longer. She's busy at the company and might have encountered something. Aunt Zhang, could you please reheat the dishes?"

Aunt Zhang was taken aback and blinked her eyes.

Zhao Pingye looked at her, "What's wrong?"

"Oh, oh, nothing, nothing." Aunt Zhang came to her senses and quickly walked away.

She muttered to herself, "Why is he being so nice today? He usually doesn't even look at me properly. He actually smiled at me and said 'please'? Is the sun rising from the west?"

Just then, the lights outside the window suddenly turned on, illuminating the meticulously maintained villa garden.

Zhao Pingye put down the newspaper and walked to the front door.

A well-built man in a suit quickly opened the car door, and as the door slowly opened, a pair of white, jade-like legs emerged from the car.

She was wearing a white business suit that barely contained her curvaceous figure. A green scarf around her neck made her skin appear even whiter, and her alluring figure seemed to drip with water. Her most striking feature was her upturned phoenix eyes, cold and authoritative, making it hard to look at her directly.

Although he had a memory of Liu Yijun, this first glance still left Zhao Pingye impressed.

Liu Yijun slowly walked over, handed her handbag to Aunt Zhang, and then looked directly at Zhao Pingye, "What's the matter?"

Zhao Pingye smiled, "Why don't we eat first?"

"I've already eaten."

"Have a little more? Aunt Zhang put a lot of effort into making the dishes. I asked her to make fewer, but she insisted, saying that you rarely eat at home and we shouldn't be negligent."

Aunt Zhang nodded with a smile, confirming this.

Liu Yijun was silent for a moment, "I've been busy lately."

After Aunt Zhang brought the reheated dishes to the table and quickly left, leaving the two of them alone.

Liu Yijun sat at the table symbolically, holding chopsticks but not eating much, mostly watching Zhao Pingye wolf down his food.

It was already 9:30 PM, and Zhao Pingye was indeed hungry.

After putting down his chopsticks, Zhao Pingye wiped his mouth with a napkin and looked at Liu Yijun, "There is indeed something important, otherwise I wouldn't have asked you to come home."

"Go on."

Zhao Pingye got up and went to the room to get two agreements and handed them to Liu Yijun.

Liu Yijun took them, glanced at them, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Let's get a divorce."

"Give me a reason," Liu Yijun said coldly.

Zhao Pingye replied, "We got married two years ago because my mother mentioned it on her deathbed. It's definitely not what you wanted. And the way things are now... I think it's better to separate."

He added, "Don't worry, I have no intention of dividing the property. The agreement clearly states that I will leave with nothing. You can check it. I've already signed it."

Liu Yijun briefly flipped through the agreement and saw Zhao Pingye's signature on the signature page. She didn't expect his handwriting to be so beautiful.

She closed the agreement, "So, the reason you made me sit at the table?"

Zhao Pingye nodded, he had this intention. Although he and Liu Yijun had no feelings, for the Zhao Pingye in this world, it was a way to wrap things up.

"Do you agree?" Zhao Pingye asked.

"Of course I agree," Liu Yijun suddenly changed her tone, "But I have one condition."

"What condition?"

"This can't be known by my parents for now. I know it can't be hidden forever, but the timing must be decided by me."

"Agreed."

Liu Yijun took the agreement and got up, "That's it."

"Wait, there's one more thing."

"What is it?"

"Are you free tomorrow? We can go and get the divorce certificate."

Liu Yijun was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't have time."

"Tomorrow?"

"Also no time."

"The day after tomorrow?"

"No time."

Zhao Pingye looked at her helplessly.

Liu Yijun said, "The company has some issues recently, and my schedule is tight."

Zhao Pingye's lips twitched, "Then when you're free, can we go and finalize the divorce procedures?"

"Sure."

"By the way, don't sign the agreement yet. I need to make some changes. I forgot to add my original company."

"No need, let it be."

The rhythmic sound of high heels tapping on the ground echoed as Liu Yijun slowly walked upstairs.

She glanced down at the four black characters "Divorce Agreement" on the document, her expression inscrutable.