Chapter 102 The CEO’s Divorced Wife’s Gentle Knife (1)

Chapter 102 The Divorced CEO's Wife's Gentle Blade (1)

[Author's Note]

Tang Qing awoke with an aching back and sore muscles.

As she shifted slightly, she immediately sensed something was off. Lifting her clothes, she saw them—clusters of splotchy red marks, especially around her chest, as if chewed up by a rabid dog, leaving barely any untouched skin.

Before she could gather her thoughts, a tall figure suddenly loomed before her.

Through her disheveled hair, Tang Qing observed the man. Compared to her disheveled state, he appeared unnervingly pristine—tall, clad in a black button-up shirt fastened to the top, exuding untouchable arrogance from head to toe.

"Tang Qing, you've overstepped your bounds." His voice was icy, devoid of any intimacy despite what had just transpired. "The divorce papers are on your desk. Sign them at your earliest convenience."

"Three million yuan, and the southern district house is yours. For anything else, take it up with Zhai Shi."

Without hesitation, he turned to leave, though he at least had the courtesy to close the door behind him.

Tang Qing sat on the bed, feeling like a discarded rag doll.

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"Tang Qing, you're awake?" The system sounded guilty for transmigrating her at such a moment. "Don't misunderstand… This is, well, post-coital."

Amid the chaos, Tang Qing fished out a torn garment from between the chair crevices—its flimsy, broken strap barely covering her.

"I noticed."

Tsk. Not just domineering, but freakishly strong too.

Clutching the ruined strap, Tang Qing scowled at the memory of his condescension. "Was he raised in a kennel?"

The mirror revealed her bloodless pallor, making the constellation of hickeys trailing from her neck even more obscene.

A light touch provoked a sharp "Ah—" as tears instantly pooled in her eyes.

Seriously? Instant waterworks?

This body was a chronic crier?

"Correct! The original heroine's a tear faucet!"

The system rapid-fired the plot: "This is a CEO romance novel. Male lead Li Zhou—that ice sculpture who just left—is a tech mogul and sole heir to the Li family, this city's top-tier empire."

"Currently his wife, though his Love Points: 0 proves that won't last. Divorce papers are ready."

Tang Qing wiped her tears mechanically. "Zero affection after sex? Are all CEOs emotionally stunted?"

"Then why sleep with me? Some twisted divorce sex ritual?"

"Tonight was an accident," the system explained. "His airheaded socialite mother, Sheng Baihui, slipped him a love potion. She just wanted your signature..."

The same Sheng Baihui who'd become bizarrely infatuated after Tang Qing saved her from a car accident, employing waterworks, tantrums, and threats to force the marriage.

This half-baked plot was her latest attempt at "reconciliation."

Mission accomplished—sort of. The couple had achieved next-level intimacy... just not the kind she intended.

Here's the edited translation incorporating the expert suggestions:

"The Second Male Lead, Zhong Jiaze, is currently a partner at a top-tier red-circle law firm, and his Love Points for you are at 0."

"In this world, both the male lead and the Second Male Lead are targets you need to conquer! But in the original plot, you and Li Zhou divorced immediately and never reappeared."

"You could say you were just set dressing in this little world."

So, just set dressing. Tang Qing quickly processed the information and appearance she had just received, carefully observing herself in the mirror.

In this world, Tang Qing's looks were nothing remarkable. Paired with her waifish figure, she looked like plain oatmeal at first glance.

The original female lead was just an ordinary person who never imagined she could marry someone like Li Zhou, a tycoon CEO. As a result, she was always mousy and insecure, hiding her head in the sand like an ostrich.

This was exactly what Li Zhou despised the most—her spinelessness, using tears as a crutch.

If it weren't for Sheng Baihui's scheming, someone like Tang Qing wouldn't have even registered on Li Zhou's radar.

Squinting slightly, Tang Qing touched the red marks on her neck again. Sure enough, with just a little pressure, her eyes welled up with fat tears, poised to fall at any moment.

If her plain appearance was unremarkable when she wasn't crying, the moment she shed tears, her face transformed. The sense of fragility was overwhelming, especially against her snow-white skin, making her look like a porcelain doll—easily broken and utterly pitiable.

"Not quite there yet."

Tang Qing spoke, her vision slightly blurred as she picked up an eyeliner and drew a small mole at the corner of her eye.

Her originally plain face suddenly had a defining feature, making her look even more fragile and pitiable when she cried.

The system watched in amazement at the transformation, blurting out, "Wow! How did you do that? You've totally reinvented yourself!"

This type of beauty was something the system had never encountered before. An Shenshen and Jiang Yiyi had similar looks, but their auras were entirely different. Tang Qing's tears carried an overwhelming sense of fragility—each drop hit like a punch to the gut.

"Change this mole to red," Tang Qing said. "Can you do that?"

The system nodded eagerly. "Easy-peasy."

In an instant, a small red mole appeared at the corner of Tang Qing's eye. The vibrant hue made it stand out even more than the eyeliner-drawn one. When she lowered her gaze, there was a whisper of seduction.

Now, with her tears, Tang Qing's appearance had completely shed its former plainness.

"Tang Qing, where do we start in this world? According to the plot, you and Li Zhou have no further interactions after the divorce."

"Aren't we preparing right now?" The woman in the mirror wiped away her tears unhurriedly. "Ever heard of the Gentle knife?"

The system: "What's that?"

"The Gentle knife—each strike is deadly." Stroking her pale face, Tang Qing smiled sweetly. "Since Li Zhou thinks I'm useless and only good for crying..."

"Then let him see what it means to cry in a way that breaks his heart..."

As they were discussing, Tang Qing's phone suddenly rang. The caller was none other than the son-pimping mom, Sheng Baihui.

"Tang Qing, are you okay? Did everything go as planned?" Sheng Baihui sounded nothing like a wealthy socialite—her voice was full of gossipy excitement. "So? How was my son? Pack some heat in those pants, huh?"