Aelorion, Xanvoria;
Ten days had passed since Xi Yuan had signed the divorce papers. Ten long, echoing days. And each one of them had seen Rong Xinghe clinging fiercely—almost religiously—to her precious list of seven amendments. Her fortress. Her laws.
Both Xinguan had kept themselves occupied, buried in responsibilities to silence the void.
Rong Xinghe, under the vigilant, unwavering care of her brothers and sisters-in-law, focused entirely on her recovery. She followed every instruction, every medicinal schedule, every unspoken emotion in their eyes with soldier-like discipline.
Meanwhile, Xi Yuan had thrown himself back into the battlefield of boardrooms and balance sheets. The Xi Business Empire ran under his iron command again—calls, analytics, market stabilizations. Even the storm surrounding Luo Youyou and Xi Chonglin couldn't sway him.
Except, of course, for his second occupation—the one he never listed on paper. His quiet, persistent devotion to his Xinghe.
