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“Mr. Gu, are you sure you want to donate all your organs after death?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“Alright... it shows here that you’re married, so we need your wife’s signature.”

“No need. I’m going to divorce her.”

After hanging up the phone, I booked a ticket abroad for a month from now. Just then, Liu Zhuyin came back through the door.

“Gu Yichen, help me book a restaurant.”

She hurriedly took off her slippers without sparing me a glance, then went upstairs to change into an exquisite evening gown that made her look ethereal.

I lowered my eyes silently and ordered a table at her favorite upscale restaurant—the same one she and Ning Yuanzhou often frequented but had never taken me to.

“Come here.”

She pulled out three gift boxes from her bag, each containing a bespoke tie.

I nodded and agreed, smoothly changing into a shirt and suit before standing in front of the full-length mirror she was facing.

Liu Zhuyin measured the ties against me one by one, carefully selecting.

“This one’s color is a bit too bright…”

“This one makes you look a bit too dark…”

Her earnest expression pierced me deeply.

“You’re really good to Ning Yuanzhou.”

I envied her, hoping she could detect even the slightest hint of resentment in my words.

But she didn’t; instead, she pressed me with questions.

“Which one do you think Ah Zhou would like?”

“Gu Yichen, you’re a man— which one do you think is best?”

She called him Ah Zhou affectionately, unfamiliar with using her husband’s full name.