I became a movie star at the age of three; Dilraba and I are childhood sweethearts.

Amid cheers and good-natured encouragement from the crowd.

With her face flushed, Dilraba, with Xiao Chen's help, finally managed to pull the lively, wriggling fish onto the deck after a great deal of effort.

It was a beautiful grouper, leaping and bounding on the deck, its silver scales shimmering in the sunlight.

Wow! Dilraba, you're amazing!

"Now dinner's taken care of!"

Huang Bo and Zhang Guorong gathered around, marveling at the sight.

Dilraba's cheeks were still burning hot, and she secretly glanced at Xiao Chen beside her.

He had already let go of her hand and was looking at her with a smile.

Those deep eyes seemed to hold an entire starry sky, both gentle and dazzling.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly lowered her head, pretending to fix her hair.

To cover up that disobedient, almost out-of-the-sky smile.

The feeling of being completely enveloped and guided by a steady force was all too clear.

It was like a brand, deeply etched into her senses.

In stark contrast to the bustling scene on this side was Wang Baoqiang at the stern of the boat.

He just smiled sheepishly from beginning to end, without participating in the others' jokes.

He simply stared silently and intently at his fishing rod.

His posture was not standard, even somewhat clumsy, but his patience was exceptionally good.

Like a silent sculpture, it blends into the sea and sky.

Suddenly, his fishing rod also plunged downwards!

The force wasn't great, but the frequency was very high.

Wang Baoqiang remained calm and skillfully began reeling in the line with a flick of his wrist.

One, two, three...

In just over ten minutes, his bucket was filled with several lively yellow croakers.

This achievement even drew the attention of the experienced captain standing nearby.

Leslie Cheung whistled and winked at Xiao Chen.

"See? I told you, some people are lucky, they're just blessed by God."

"Some people are lucky, but they catch fish one by one by working hard."

Xiao Chen smiled but didn't reply.

He picked up a bottle of water, walked slowly to Wang Baoqiang's side, and handed him the water.

"Take a break, Baoqiang."

Wang Baoqiang raised his head, and even when he smiled, his weathered face carried an unyielding sorrow.

He took the water, turned it on, but didn't drink it; he just held it in his hand.

"Thank you, Ah Chen."

The sea breeze ruffled their hair, and all around them were the sounds of Anita Mui and Dilraba laughing and joking.

But in this small corner, the air seemed to freeze.

Xiao Chen leaned against the ship's railing, gazing at the horizon where the sea met the sky. His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable certainty.

"I just sent a text message to Aunt Hua."

Wang Baoqiang's fingers tightened suddenly as he gripped the water bottle, his knuckles turning white.

"I had her find the best divorce law team in Beijing, specializing in these kinds of property disputes."

"Don't worry, the law will protect your side in the division of marital property."

"She...shouldn't expect to get a single extra penny."

Xiao Chen's voice was calm, without anger or sympathy, as if he were stating a given fact.

But it was precisely this tranquility that gave Wang Baoqiang tremendous strength.

He knew Xiao Chen's influence, and he knew even more about Wang Jinhua's abilities.

The words spoken by these two people are tantamount to a final verdict.

Wang Baoqiang's eyes instantly reddened.

He suddenly tilted his head back, trying to force back the sour feeling, but his Adam's apple slid violently out of control.

Yes, he has accepted it.

He accepted the woman he had treated with all his heart for so many years, and he would be with the brother he trusted most.

To plunge the sharpest knife into one's own heart.

Those vows of eternal love have all turned into the most vicious jokes.

Acceptable does not mean it is painless.

That kind of betrayal, uprooted completely, was like a maggot clinging to his bones, gnawing at his internal organs day and night.

"Ah Chen..."

He wanted to say thank you, but his throat felt like it was blocked by a ball of hot cotton, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Xiao Chen didn't look at him, but simply reached out and patted his shoulder heavily.

one more time.

Calm and composed, yet powerful.

Sometimes, comfort between men doesn't need many words.

A single glance, a single gesture, is enough to convey everything.

I understand.

I am here.

Wang Baoqiang nodded vigorously, raised the bottle of water to his lips, and gulped it down.

The cool liquid slid down my throat, as if extinguishing the fire in my heart.

……

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away in Wang Baoqiang's hometown, the atmosphere in a simply furnished living room was incredibly oppressive.

Ma Rong sat on that old sofa, surrounded by Wang Baoqiang's entire family.

Wang Baoqiang's older brother was a dark-skinned, sturdy man.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he pointed at her nose, trembling with anger.

"Ma Rong! You shameless woman!"

"What exactly has our Wang family done to wrong you?"

"Baoqiang treats you like a goddess, always making sure you get the best of everything, from food and clothing to other necessities."

"He works so hard filming outside, he broke his leg but didn't utter a sound, and he gives you every penny he earns!"

"And you?"

"Is this how you treat him?!"

Last night, when he and his men dragged the adulterer out of Ma Rong's bedroom, she turned pale with fright.

He knelt on the ground and begged desperately, saying that he had acted foolishly for a moment.

But now, only one night has passed.

The panic and fear on Ma Rong's face had completely vanished.

She slowly took out her phone, looked at her reflection on the screen, tidied her hair, and even touched up her lipstick.

That composure and calmness stung the eyes of every member of the Wang family present.

Wang Baoqiang's mother sat beside him, clutching her chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

"What sins have I committed to deserve this... marrying such a jinx..."

Ma Rong applied her lipstick and pursed her lips in satisfaction.

Then she put away her phone, raised her eyelids, and glanced around at these country folk who she considered both unsophisticated and stupid.

She smiled.

He laughed with a contemptuous yet smug expression.

"What's all the noise about?"

She spoke, her voice not loud, but like a poisoned dagger, instantly silencing all the wailing and cursing in the room.

"Brother, you have to have a conscience when you speak."

"What do you mean by Wang Baoqiang treating me like a Bodhisattva?"

"He's a country bumpkin, all down on his luck. If it weren't for me, he'd still be working as an extra on some film set!"

"If he hadn't been honest and kind to me, would I have married him?"

"I'm a college student, and I'm pretty. What kind of man can't I find?"

She stood up, crossed her arms, and held her chin high, like a proud peacock.

"What do you think I want from him?"

"Isn't it just because he's nice to me and because of his money?"

"Now he's famous, a big star, and rich."

"Perfect timing, it's time for this divorce."