My Ex-husband Asked Me to Remarry Him Every Day

"I wouldn't mess up, after all, acting is my profession. I'm just worried that Boss Shen might slip up."

"As long as Miss Qiao cooperates well."

"Don't worry, I have professional integrity."

Although everyone knew that this couple was just putting on a show and were emotionally distant, they were still legally married, so their relationship was legitimate.

They still had to play their part.

In the tea restaurant on the eighteenth floor, Qiao Xi sat across from a man so devilishly handsome, she never imagined that one day she could have breakfast with Shen Dang in such a peaceful manner.

Shen Dang glanced at her, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, "What does Miss Qiao mean by looking at me like that?"

Her eyes shimmered, yet her gaze was indifferent, devoid of any sentiment or emotion.

Shen Dang touched his face, "What, are you mesmerized by my looks? Realized how handsome your husband actually is?"

Hearing this, Qiao Xi laughed, "Quite narcissistic, aren't you, Boss Shen?"

Undoubtedly, Shen Dang was good-looking, with eyebrows like swords and narrow, enticing peach-blossom eyes that carried a deep allure. Bathed in the light from the window, every feature was flawless to a fault.

His stunning appearance left even someone accustomed to handsome faces at a loss for words.

Devastatingly handsome.

So far, Qiao Xi hadn't seen any man more handsome than him, but she was not the type of woman who judged a book by its cover!

Shen Dang, half-smiling, said, "Really? Then Miss Qiao, don't stare at me for too long, I'm afraid you might fall in love with me."

Qiao Xi: "..."

Such a self-absorbed, conceited man—anyone who falls for him is unlucky!

Qiao Xi clearly rolled her eyes.

They finished their meal quietly, without speaking or making noise.

After paying the bill, the two left.

Feeling the need to maintain a distance in their current relationship, Qiao Xi decided to split the cost of breakfast with Shen Dang.

"I've sent you the breakfast money, don't forget to accept the transfer," Qiao Xi reminded.

Shen Dang looked at her distant and polite demeanor and couldn't help but laugh. Was he really such a petty person?

Shen Dang drove them to the antique town, where Qiao Xi handed him a mask.

His lazy gaze shifted from the black mask to her cold eyes, "What does this mean?"

Qiao Xi frowned, explaining, "I'm afraid passersby might recognize me and discover our relationship. Don't blame me then."

"What a hassle."

Despite his words, Shen Dang put on the mask and got out of the car with Qiao Xi.

Seeing the array of antique ceramics, Qiao Xi thought, "Grandpa enjoys playing chess, why not buy a chess set for him?"

"Whatever you buy, the old man always likes it."

With a goal in mind, shopping didn't take long. Qiao Xi picked a set of nanmu chess for her grandfather, and Shen Dang chose a painting, then they paid together.

The sun was strong outside, and Qiao Xi adjusted her hat, her upward-tilting phoenix eyes attracting attention.

"Are you... Qiao Xi?"

Qiao Xi pressed down the brim of her hat, deliberately lowering her voice, "No, you've mistaken me for someone else."

Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around her bare shoulder and pulled her against a man's chest. Qiao Xi wasn't accustomed to Shen Dang's closeness; she looked up to avoid him, but Shen Dang held her tighter.

He looked at the girl opposite them, lifted an eyebrow, "Everyone says my wife looks like the celebrity Qiao Xi, but in my heart, my wife is the most beautiful."

The devilishly handsome man's voice was deep and languid, his presence compelling, one glance was enough to make hearts flutter.

The girl's knees went weak.

Damn, which male celebrity is this?