"Which diamond do you like? Just let me know your ring size."

Song Xi stared blankly for two seconds, only then realizing that this was her stunningly handsome husband, who had been a complete enigma to her until now. Who said he was a scammer? Wasn't he being quite proactive in adding her?

With a light tap of her fingertip, she accepted the request.

The next second, he sent a photo. It was a display of various diamond rings, an entire row of them, dazzling even through the screen.

J: [Which one do you like? Send me your ring size.]

Was he really going to buy her a diamond ring?

At a glance, the row of rings shimmered with a brilliant glow; each one looked incredibly expensive. She hesitated, wondering if she should just pick one at random. After all, despite being married, they had only spent one night together and were far from familiar.

Just then, Zhang Hening leaned in, catching a glimpse of her chat history and the image.

"Pick it! Pick the biggest one! A small diamond ring isn't worth anything, and it doesn't hold its value. It would be a total waste!"

Song Xi shot her a glance. "Wouldn't that be a bit much?"

"You've already been taken advantage of, and you're still trying to save him money? No wonder that scumbag was able to fool you for years."

"..."

She was never going to hear the end of that miserable relationship history.

Zhang Hening pressed the voice message button on the screen, cleared her throat, and spoke in an affected, cutesy voice: "Hubby, I want the third one from the right, that big pigeon egg. My ring size is 7.5. Thank you, hubby, mwah!"

Before Song Xi could react, Zhang Hening had already sent it.

She scrambled to recall the message, but accidentally hit delete instead. It was a complete disaster.

"Zhang! He! Ning!" Song Xi was so angry she wanted to throttle her.

"Maybe he’ll think you're a materialistic woman and divorce you right away," Zhang Hening teased, glancing at her sideways. "Can you honestly say you don't regret it?"

"..." Song Xi was speechless.

Yes, she did have some regrets. She had inexplicably hooked up with a man and, in a daze, ended up getting a marriage certificate. If her family found out, she would surely face a collective beating from everyone at home. If that man truly had second thoughts now, it would be the perfect opportunity; they could just get a divorce and pretend it never happened.

Song Xi stared at the chat box with anticipation, but it remained deathly silent. Not a single message came through for several minutes.

At the jewelry counter, Jing Zhuo listened to the familiar, overly sweet, and pretentious voice coming from his phone, falling silent for several seconds. He exited the window, switched to his work account, and clicked on Zhang Hening’s social media profile.

Sure enough, he saw she had posted a grid of photos featuring a feast of food. In the upper right corner of the hotpot table, a fair, exceptionally beautiful hand was vaguely visible.

That hand... he had touched it last night.

Soft, slender, and truly beautiful—it had even held a surprising amount of strength when it scratched his forearm.

Jing Zhuo’s eyes darkened. He exited the app and called the landline at the He residence.

"Hello, sir?" Auntie Wang, the housekeeper, answered.

Jing Zhuo was concise. "Is Hening at home right now?"

"No, she went out for hotpot with her best friend."

"The thin, fair one with big eyes, fluffy wavy hair, and a small mole at the corner of her eye?"

"Yes, that's her."

Auntie Wang marveled at how good the master's memory was; she hadn't even noticed the mole on Miss Hening's friend's face.

"Understood. Goodbye, Auntie Wang."

Jing Zhuo lowered his eyes and hung up.

At the counter, the clerk asked him, "Sir, would you still like to purchase this pigeon-egg diamond ring?"

"Yes," Jing Zhuo said. "Ring size 7.5. Please wrap it up for me."

"Certainly."

As the clerk processed the order, Jing Zhuo remained standing there. He opened his phone and initiated a video call to Song Xi.

After a long, long time, she finally answered with hesitation.

Half of her fair face appeared on screen, her long hair loosely pinned back, revealing the small, light-brown mole at the corner of her eye.

Confirming it was her, Jing Zhuo turned his camera toward the display of rings.

"Pick another one," the man said in a low, resonant voice.

"Huh?"

"Pick one for yourself." His tone was laconic, yet brooked no refusal.