Fu Tingyuan was slightly startled and shot her a look, smiling a non-smile.

 “You’ve been saying this a lot recently. Do you believe I won’t actually kill you?”

 Luo Nanchu smiled delightedly and responded, “I invite Mr. Fu to try any time.”

 Fu Tingyuan glared at her smiling face before asking rather sarcastically, “Won’t killing you be letting you off too easily?”

 Luo Nanchu froze for a moment before she smiled and nodded, saying, “That sounds right. Mr. Fu’s pride is naturally worth more than Nanchu’s life.”

 After sitting here alone for half an hour and thinking about the contents of this document, she finally understood—Fu Tingyuan still wanted to toy with her. Perhaps he felt that she had not lived miserably enough for the past six months and thus wanted to keep her by his side to properly torture her.

 Once she signed this contract, her life would belong entirely to Fu Tingyuan from that moment on. In the future, she would not be able to protest even if he were to stab her slowly and deliver a protracted death. Indeed, he was really ruthless.

 She perused the document with a pen in hand.

Looking up, she said, “You can toy with me however you want once I’ve signed over my life, but I have one request.”

 While looking at her with narrowed eyes, he asked, “What?”

 “You’re not allowed to hit me in the future.”

 “…”

 Luo Nanchu licked her pale lips and explained, “I’m actually rather afraid of pain.”

 Upon hearing this, Fu Tingyuan’s eyes went to the bandage wrapped around her right palm. Something flashed in his deep gaze.

 After pausing for a moment, he smiled as though he had remembered something and asked, “Why weren’t you afraid of me hitting you back when we were still together?”

 Luo Nanchu’s expression was calm as she answered, “Because I thought I was so great that you would definitely like me eventually.”

 Fu Tingyuan’s eyes narrowed as he scrutinized her silently.

 Luo Nanchu noticed his expressionless face and smiled faintly before continuing, “At first, I thought that no matter how well she treated you, it would never compare to how well I would treat you. Therefore, you would definitely fall for me somewhere along the way.”

Seemingly amused by how naive she had been in the past, she laughed out loud at this point and elaborated, “I was too narcissistic back then and imagined that my love would be reciprocated. It must have been hard on Mr. Fu.”

 Her young and inexperienced first love only belonged to her own wishful thinking. Only she had reveled in that love, and he had not shared in it.

 She had already understood this for a while. Mentioning this today merely served as a subject of ridicule.

 For a moment, Fu Tingyuan was silent and maintained a neutral expression. His face tensed up as he observed the self-deprecating smile on her face.

Raising his chin, he commanded, “Sign it.”

 Luo Nanchu smiled as she looked at his icy expression.

She nodded and said, “Alright.”

 She signed her own name confidently.

 …

 Outside the door, Bai Ye’s phone suddenly rang in his suit pocket.

 He fished it out, looked at the caller ID, and answered it.

 “Hello?”

 “Where’s Tingyuan?” A light male voice issued from the phone.

 Bai Ye took a drag from his cigarette and laughed lightly before answering, “He’s busy going crazy at his ex-wife.”

He paused for a moment, then asked, “Say, what do you think he’s doing?”

 The man on the other end of the call calmly replied, “After being married to Luo Nanchu for three years, do you really think that he only has hatred for her?”

Bai Ye blew out a puff of smoke and smiled faintly.

“It can’t be love, right?” he mused.

That would be seriously horrifying.

 “Who knows? He’s always been crazy. Normal people like us shouldn’t try to understand him.”