In the blazing heat of August, B City was gripped by news even hotter than the scorching sun: the Crown Prince of the global-leading Shengshi Group would marry the Tang Group’s heiress on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month.

All of B City’s media sprang into action, accompanied by the sound of hearts breaking all over the city.

Leading up to the wedding, each piece of gossip was explosively enticing, such as the Crown Prince of the Sheng Family and the Tang Family’s heiress growing up together like childhood sweethearts, the grand gesture of the Sheng Family’s bridal gifts and unconditional investment in the Tang Group, and the extravagant and costly diamond ring given to Miss Tang by the Crown Prince.

On the wedding day, even though the Sheng Family prohibited any media interviews or photographs and didn’t invite too many guests—just relatives and a few close friends—topics about the wedding still dominated the day’s headlines.

As the involved party, Tang Yanqi sat in a luxurious, beautiful wedding dress on a two-meter by two-meter big bed, the crystal lamp above lighting the room as if it were daytime.

This was her and Sheng Jianan’s marriage room, with red celebratory symbols pasted on the windows, giving off a lively vibe. Tang Yanqi sighed, reaching to remove her veil when the door was pushed open, and a tall silhouette walked in—a perfectly tailored suit, a sharp and chiseled handsome face, flawless enough not to find a single fault.

If one had to pick a flaw, it would be the undisguised disgust and impatience in the man’s eyes.

"Bang," Sheng Jianan slammed a stack of documents onto Tang Yanqi’s wedding dress. Tang Yanqi glanced down, and the words "Divorce Agreement" were glaringly printed.

Tang Yanqi’s lips curled slightly—so that’s where he disappeared to right after returning to the marriage room?

"I won’t sign it."

The resolute refusal deepened the disgust in Sheng Jianan’s eyes. He was very handsome, a kind of arrogant handsomeness. His slender fingers reached out to pinch Tang Yanqi’s chin: "Tang Yanqi, marrying you wasn’t my idea. Don’t think you’re really the Young Madam Sheng. Don’t try to challenge my limits. I can invest in the Tang Group, but I can also instantly bankrupt the Tang Group."

Her chin hurt from Sheng Jianan’s grip. Tang Yanqi sighed silently, forcefully liberating her chin, her clear eyes fearlessly meeting Sheng Jianan’s disgusted gaze: "Sheng Jianan, marrying you wasn’t my idea either. I haven’t considered myself the Young Madam Sheng. Likewise, don’t try to challenge my limits. Honestly, I’m not loved by my parents in the Tang Family, whether the Tang Group goes bankrupt has little to do with me."

Tang Yanqi was very gentle-looking, with a petite egg-shaped face and charming almond-shaped eyes—not a stunning beauty, but definitely a very appealing beauty.

She seemed timid and gentle, yet her tone now was completely contrary to her appearance.

A trace of surprise passed through Sheng Jianan’s eyes as he listened to Tang Yanqi continue: "Since you didn’t want to marry me but did, there must be reasons beyond your control. Coincidentally, so do I. So, do you think even if I sign this divorce agreement now, it makes any difference? Do you think our uncontrollable factors will really allow us to divorce?"

The surprise in Sheng Jianan’s eyes deepened. Holding the title of the Crown Prince of the Sheng Family, those who truly interacted with him knew it was far more than just a title. Sheng Jianan’s tactics, scheming, and outward arrogance concealing a deeply steady nature, made him intimidating.

In the business world, he is the youngest king, a top-notch negotiation expert, yet he found himself at a loss for words by the person before him now.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by lotustale.com