The Ice-Cold Ex-Wife Won't Follow My Bad Ending Plan
Ge Zi Bu Hui Gu Gu Gu
Shi Xiu had been married to Shang Jinyue for seven years—seven years of one-sided devotion, of quiet service. Over time, it became painfully clear: Shang Jinyue’s heart belonged to someone else. Their marriage existed only because Shang Jinyue’s grandmother had favored her.The day Shi Xiu finally mustered the courage to hand Shang Jinyue the divorce papers, she stepped into an elevator with her left foot first… and woke up reborn.Reborn on the first day of senior year—the very day she once clung to Shang Jinyue, insisting on being her deskmate.Shi Xiu’s first thought: I’d rather have walked away with nothing…Now, her very first act in this new life is to sever every tie with Shang Jinyue. She picks up her sketchpad and heads straight to the art studio.But for some reason, the colder Shi Xiu acts, the closer Shang Jinyue draws. She buys medicine to tend to Shi Xiu’s wounds; waits for hours in the winter chill just to tutor her; treks deep into the mountains to find pigments because Shi Xiu once mentioned liking them…Everyone whispers that the unfeeling, ice-cold Shang Jinyue has finally thawed—that surely Shi Xiu will soften too.Until one night, in a shadowed alley, a sharp slap cracks through the air.Leaning against the wall, bathed in moonlight, Shi Xiu looks both fragile and striking. Her voice is gentle, yet cruel: “President Shang, if I recall correctly… we’re already divorced.”Shang Jinyue doesn’t flinch. Her cool, detached face bears the red mark Shi Xiu left behind. “Why not hit me harder?” she asks.She traveled all this way just for a chance encounter.Now that she’s found her, anything Shi Xiu gives her—even pain—tastes like grace.One day after her rebirth, Shi Xiu has a dream.A dream that feels like her past life: dying a tragic death in an elevator accident.In the chaos, someone wasn’t afraid—wasn’t repulsed by her broken form. That person carefully cleaned her, wiping the blood from her face, gently arranging her shattered bones.In the morgue’s bone-chilling cold, that figure kept vigil for days and nights, until the 21st day after her death, when her spirit finally scattered.“Your divorce agreement was full of legal flaws. It was never valid,” Shang Jinyue’s voice whispers in the dream, her fingers tracing the pale, lifeless contours of Shi Xiu’s face. Her dark, fierce eyes hold an unexpected, overwhelming tenderness.“So you’re still my wife. In this life… and the next.”