Zhu Qing falls down a flight of stairs and loses her memory. Her best friend brings over a stunning, aloof older beauty. "Let me introduce you," she says flatly. "Your wife." Zhu Qing's jaw drops. "Wow." How on earth did she ever get lucky enough to marry someone this gorgeous? Her friend continues without expression. "You got drunk, slept with her, took full advantage of her, then walked away. Afterward, you even denied it ever happened." Zhu Qing: "...!!" She'd been single and celibate for twenty-two years. She didn't even know the basics—how could she possibly have "taken full advantage" of anyone? Her friend snorts. "Exactly. You knew so little you made a complete mess of things. But that's over now. She's here to get a divorce." Unable to find any evidence to defend herself, Zhu Qing makes one last desperate attempt. "Then... why are we getting divorced?" Her friend finally loses her patience. "Because you refused to fulfill your duties as a spouse. And you abused her." Zhu Qing: "...Am I even human?" Inside a law firm, two identical copies of a divorce agreement lie on the table. Li Lan has just finished a fashion show and carved time out of her packed schedule for this meeting. She keeps glancing at her watch. A fresh-faced young woman suddenly peeks into the room, carefully snatches the agreement away, tears it in half, and says awkwardly, "Most of my assets were acquired after we got married, so dividing them would be complicated. Besides, I actually have a pretty good temper... How about we talk it over again?" The woman who had adamantly refused to renew their marriage contract when it expired suddenly wanted to negotiate? Li Lan, who earns tens of millions a year, raises an eyebrow and delivers the greatest performance of her life, keeping her expression perfectly calm. "All right." After leaving the hospital, Zhu Qing remembers why they were getting divorced and voluntarily offers to fulfill her "spousal duties." Late that night, blushing furiously, she mumbles, "Um... I'll be gentler with you this time." Li Lan's gaze darkens. The next morning, Zhu Qing lies limp in bed, her voice hoarse. With reddened eyes, she asks blankly, "I only have to fulfill that duty once... right?" Li Lan leisurely kisses her swollen lips. "If you're crying, then we'll do it one more time." Zhu Qing lets out a muffled whimper and immediately clamps her mouth shut. Later, Zhu Qing realizes she had completely misjudged Li Lan. Li Lan isn't some long-suffering, tragic wife at all. She's a calculating wolf in sheep's clothing who has been setting her trap step by step. Someone really did get thoroughly taken advantage of—but that someone was Zhu Qing.