After the divorce, the crazy CEO knocked on his ex-wife's door every night.

Shen Man knew very well that Li Siyuan's decision to leave and settle abroad was mainly due to his concern for Han Xin's future life.

If it weren't for the unexpected situation she encountered that delayed his trip, Li Siyuan might have left this land long ago.

After reading all the information, Shen Man shut down her computer and carefully tidied her desktop before standing up to leave the office.

Dragging my tired body back to my rented apartment, I saw that Gao Jing's room across the street was closed. Through the dim light, I could see that the lights in the room seemed to be off, so it seemed that my roommate had been resting for a long time.

To avoid disturbing others' sweet dreams, Shen Man gently hung up her bag and then turned and went into her bedroom.

In fact, before Li Siyuan was about to leave, he suggested that Shen Man move to the more spacious and comfortable Li family manor and promised to arrange for someone to take care of and protect her.

Faced with this sincere invitation, although I verbally agreed at the time, I ultimately decided to stay here and continue living my life.

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Due to the time difference, it was already late at night in that distant country, while it was noon in China.

Therefore, when Li Siyuan, who was in a foreign country, wanted to contact his family, he could only do so in the middle of the night.

He sat patiently in the quiet, somewhat deserted hotel room, waiting for a reply from the other party. However, as time passed, there was still no news, which made him gradually frown and a hint of dissatisfaction flash in his eyes.

Thinking that she had only been gone for a short time, not only could she not get through to him on the phone or reply to his messages, but he also refused to stay at home and wait for her, instead choosing to wander alone.

After much deliberation, realizing that the situation might not be able to be changed in the short term, I had no choice but to turn off my communication devices and lie down to rest.

In front of a luxury villa, An Zihao slowly got out of a black sedan.

Reporters instantly surrounded him, holding up microphones and cameras, bombarding him with questions about him and Han Xin.

The flashes of light were particularly glaring in the night, but An Zihao remained silent in the face of these urgent questions. He simply pushed through the crowd and strode straight toward home.

As he stepped through the gate, the butler, who had been waiting for a long time, came forward, bowed respectfully, and said in a slightly joyful voice, "Young Master has finally returned!"

Han Xin, who was busy feeding the child in the living room, immediately stopped what she was doing and looked up in the direction of the sound after hearing the noise outside.

A barely perceptible look of confusion and unease flashed in her eyes, and her brows furrowed involuntarily.

When Han Xin saw An Zihao, who had stormed in, suddenly stop and stand in front of her, a sense of unfamiliarity welled up in her heart.

"You're back?"

Holding the still-small baby in her arms, Han Xin asked softly, while gently patting the baby's back to try to calm the frightened child down.

An Zihao nodded slightly in response, but the moment his gaze met the other person's, a soft emotion suddenly touched a corner of his heart.

However, this moment was fleeting, because the thought that immediately came to mind was that this woman was always thinking about another man.

That brief moment of tenderness immediately turned into indifference.

The cold war between the two has lasted for months without any sign of thawing. I wonder if she has finally come to her senses and is now willing to settle down as his wife?

Or perhaps she plans to leave him and return to Li Siyuan's side.

"Have you had dinner yet? Would you like me to have something prepared for you?"

Noticing her husband's tired expression, Han Xin asked him with concern.

Hearing his wife's question, An Zihao, who had been standing at the door for a long time without moving, finally took action. After hesitating for a few seconds, he slowly walked forward, his tone indifferent: "No need for that. Actually, I came back this time to talk to you about something. I'll leave after we're done."

As he spoke, he sat down on the sofa next to him, took off the sunglasses he always wore and put them aside, and then began to fidget with his hands, as if this would make him more calm and composed.

"I heard that Li Siyuan came to pick you up before. If you really want to go back, then go with him. I've already signed this divorce agreement. Take a look at it now."

After he finished speaking, he took a document out of his pocket and threw it directly in front of Han Xin.

Han Xin's heart clenched, and when her gaze finally fell on the agreement, her face turned noticeably pale.

Her eyes dimmed, as if all her vitality had been mercilessly sucked away by that document.

An Zihao only glanced at her face briefly, but that one glance was enough for him to notice the change.

Her eyes suddenly lost all their light, and a subtle emotional fluctuation was revealed deep within them.

This subtle change was like a silent thunderclap, stirring up ripples in An Zihao's heart.

His hands clenched into fists involuntarily, a strange emotion surging within him. He was afraid, afraid that he would really lose Han Xin, and even began to regret his decision to divorce, even though it was a choice he thought was rational.

He didn't want to imagine that Han Xin might be living with another man in her heart; this thought weighed on his heart like a heavy stone, making him feel suffocated.

After ignoring her for so long, perhaps it's time to give her a chance to choose again.

Is divorce absolutely necessary?

She slowly turned her head to look at the scenery outside the window, her tone so indifferent as if she were talking about something unrelated to herself. Even the child she was holding on her lap seemed unable to attract her attention, making her appear unusually cold and aloof.

Seeing her reaction, An Zihao's heart trembled slightly, as if he could see a trace of her dependence on and attachment to him.

"It's you who doesn't want to live with me now, not me who wants to initiate a divorce."

He tried to explain, "We grew up together, and I have deep feelings for you. I think you understand this affection without me having to say anything more."

"You haven't come back to see your family for months, and now you bring me this. An Zihao, is this the opportunity you're trying to give me? Just a chance to explain?"

Han Xin's words were filled with disappointment and dissatisfaction.

"Oh, judging from your expression, it really makes me think you don't want a divorce."