Fang Xianxing raised her eyebrows. It was indeed not honorable, but there was no such thing as a completely fair business contract in this world. The one who benefited more naturally had to be her.

“Are you sure you won’t sign it?!” Xie Zhi stared at Fang Xianxing, gritting his teeth, his eyes seemingly filled with a cluster of anger.

Fang Xianxing crumpled the divorce agreement in her hands into a ball and casually threw it to the back seat. She then looked at Xie Zhi provocatively.

She wouldn’t sign it.

What to do when a business partner suddenly turns hostile? Of course, turn hostile faster than them. Whoever backs down is the loser!

Seeing that Fang Xianxing wouldn’t change her mind, Xie Zhi couldn’t contain his anger. He took out his phone and opened the contacts list. “Fine, it’s just as well. It’s good that we discovered our incompatibility before registering the marriage. Since Ms. Fang refuses to sign, then please void the prenuptial agreement we signed yesterday. Let’s each find someone else.”

Fang Xianxing’s body stiffened. This wasn’t right. This wasn’t a contract negotiation.

After meeting so many people through blind dates, she finally found someone she liked and had signed the prenuptial agreement. They were just about to register their marriage… and now it was suddenly void?!

Her younger sister already knew she was going to marry Xie Zhi, and her father’s side was also aware that things were going smoothly between them.

How did it suddenly turn into a mess?

Fang Xianxing looked at Xie Zhi, who was seething with anger, and realized in her heart that she had messed up.

“What are you doing?” Fang Xianxing watched Xie Zhi’s actions of flipping through his contacts warily. Was he going to call his father to complain?

Hah, she wasn’t afraid. At most, she wouldn’t go home for a few months.

“Finding someone to marry,” Xie Zhi said through gritted teeth.

“Huh?” Fang Xianxing was puzzled. Seeing him flipping through a long list of phone numbers, she asked in surprise, “You have backup options or have been keeping a harem?”

It was quite slanderous. Xie Zhi turned his head and glared at her, his fingers continuing to move. He randomly selected a number and put the phone to his ear without even looking.

Randomly? It was random, right? Fang Xianxing was shocked.

What was wrong with Xie Zhi? Even if he was throwing a tantrum at her, there was no need to randomly choose a wife-master, right? Even if he had been keeping a harem, he should at least be selective.

Considering that he was the son of her father’s colleague, she couldn’t let him be so reckless and willful. After he said, “This is Xie Zhi,” Fang Xianxing quickly got up and snatched his phone back, hanging up the call.

“Do you have to be so hasty?!”

The phone screen returned to the home screen. Fang Xianxing was about to continue persuading him when her vision suddenly blurred. An inexplicable feeling of looking into a mirror arose. When she frowned and shook her head, trying to capture that feeling again, it had completely disappeared. In front of her was only a yellowed ancient painting depicting a woman in a Bi-era official uniform, showing only half of her body. The features were not painted in detail, both unfamiliar and familiar.

“Give it back to me!” Xie Zhi’s voice, hardened like ice, rang out.

Fang Xianxing snapped out of her daze. Hearing Xie Zhi’s voice, she felt a headache. Avoiding the point of contention, she tried to change the topic. “Your phone wallpaper is an ancient painting? Who is the woman in it? Hey, don’t you think I resemble her a bit?”

Xie Zhi felt a surge of anger suffocating his chest. His face showed an even angrier expression than before. He leaned over and snatched his phone back, not forgetting to give her a fierce sideways glare.

Resembling the famous minister Wen Ru of the Yuan Shun dynasty? Fang Xianxing was not worthy!