[First marriage then love + cold female lead + perfect husband male lead + tormenting scum]

The night before the engagement, Song Huan Yan caught her boyfriend cheating, and everything that had ever mattered turned into a joke.

The next day the scumbag showed up at her door; staring at the lavish, sprawling mansion he couldn’t help but tremble, “Why never told me you’re the sole heiress of the Song family? Today is our engagement day—don’t let anyone make a fool of us. I swear I’ll only love you from now on!”

The coldest, most ethereal woman in Kyoto stood in the doorway as if looking at ants, “Does trash even deserve to be engaged to me?”

The scumbag had once forced her to give the little enthusiasm she had left; everything he ever got from her, she would make him spit out!

Qin Zi Mo had never known his ex‑girlfriend was the untouchable, high‑society flower of Kyoto, a billionaire with assets in the hundreds of billions, the cold goddess every elite circle coveted but could never obtain.

Only after leaving Song Huan Yan did Qin Zi Mo realize he was nothing at all. He knelt at her door day after day, “Yan Yan, I was wrong, please forgive me!”

Little did he know Song Huan Yan had already become the wife of a global top‑tier conglomerate ruler. The man with overwhelming power wrapped his arm around his wife’s waist, his gaze disdainful, “Where did that beast come from, barking every day, throwing himself into the sea to feed the fish.”

Everyone in the circle says Nan Gong Yu is cold‑hearted, distant, strict and terse; Song Huan Yan is also aloof, making life as bland as plain water. Surely they’ll get a divorce!

Later they really did divorce, and the gossip mill couldn’t stop laughing at Song Huan Yan.

What they didn’t know is that the man perched atop the pinnacle of money and power, eyes reddened, clutching Song Huan Yan’s slender waist, his voice trembling, “Come back, okay? I’ll give you everything, even my life.