Chapter 25

Fu Yu had put on the outfit Nan Song had compensated him with—same size, different style. Admiring himself in the mirror, he smirked. "One more thing—your ex-wife has excellent taste." 

Yu Jinwen thought he was referring to Nan Song choosing to marry him in the first place. For some reason, his mood lifted slightly. He cleared his throat. "Help me look into something." 

"Look into what? Nan Song?" 

Hearing the affirmative "Mm" on the other end, Fu Yu couldn't help but laugh. "Listen, as your longtime comrade and friend, I feel obligated to remind you—no matter who Nan Song really is, you two are divorced. Divorce means one chapter ends and another begins. Besides, aren't you about to remarry? Why dwell on your ex? Trying to occupy two spots at once is just shameless." 

Yu Jinwen's expression, which had just brightened, darkened again at these blunt words. He hung up with a sharp *click*. 

Though Fu Yu's words were grating, they held truth. 

Whether she was Lu Nansong or Nan Song, they were divorced. She was his past, and there was no need to dwell on it. The woman he loved was Zhuo Xuan—the only one he wanted to spend his life with. 

As if reading his mind, Zhuo Xuan called right then. Her sweet voice chirped through the phone, "Jin-ge, where did you go? I found another wedding dress—come see if you like it! The venue is being decorated too, but they're so lazy! They used *red roses* for the arrangements. So tacky! Who even likes roses these days? I made them switch everything to magnolias. Isn't that better?" 

Yu Jinwen paused before replying flatly, "If you like it." 

"Hehe, I knew you'd agree! Oh, and I have a surprise for you—but I won't spoil it yet! You'll see on our wedding day… Oops, almost let it slip!" 

Zhuo Xuan giggled playfully before cooing, "Hurry back, okay? Just thinking about tomorrow—our wedding day—makes me so happy! I can't wait!" 

As her excited voice faded, Yu Jinwen slowly ended the call. Yet, for some reason, despite being on the verge of marrying the woman he loved, his heart felt heavy and unsettled. 

An inexplicable sense of foreboding lingered. 

Pressing his lips into a thin line, Yu Jinwen ordered He Zhao, "Double security at the venue tomorrow—no media allowed. And keep a close watch on Madam. No mistakes." 

"Yes, sir." He Zhao nodded dutifully. 

Back in his suite, Fu Yu chuckled at the abruptly ended call. "Tsk, someone's touchy." 

With his skills, he could uncover even the most elusive secrets given time. But this time, he wasn't interested in digging. 

Romance was far more fun when discovered step by step. 

Tucking his phone away, Fu Yu gave himself one last approving glance in the mirror, running a hand through his hair. "If you don't want such a stunning wife, don't blame me for making a move." 

Fair maidens were meant to be pursued—and though he was no gentleman, he certainly intended to pursue. 

Adjusting his collar, he cracked his knuckles and grinned, striking a dramatic pose. 

"Here I come, little wildcat."