After Divorcing My Husbands, All Five Dao Partners Begged to Reconcile

Chu Yuyao’s head throbbed with excruciating pain. As her consciousness returned, before she could make sense of her situation, a cold, disdainful male voice cut through the air beside her.

“Chu Yuyao, don’t think you can play dead. This wretched contract—you’ll dissolve it today, whether you want to or not.”

The man in violet who spoke first gazed down at her condescendingly. Gold-threaded sash at his waist, his bearing was one of arrogant nobility—a strikingly handsome face, venom on his tongue, and a vermilion mark upon his brow that lent him a mysterious, demonic air. His entire demeanor radiated contempt, as though he were looking at something filthy and repugnant.

“Miss Chu,” said another, all in crimson, as Yan Jingchen strolled over, fluttering his fan. His eyes, shaped like peach blossoms, seemed to smile, but the amusement never reached their depths, where only coldness and aversion lay. “A melon forcibly twisted off the vine is never sweet. Why add to the embarrassment? Wouldn’t it be better to part on good terms?”

“My time is not meant for enduring the stench of garbage. Hurry up,” came a third voice, deep and magnetic, from the shadows—a black-clad man, wickedly handsome, exuding a chilling, oppressive aura, his patience clearly worn thin.

There were two more in the room. One, clad in snow-white robes, was as aloof and cold as a thousand-year-old glacier. The other, dressed in gentle blue, was warm and soothing, like a spring breeze. Neither spoke a word, but their gazes toward her were indifferent. Their meaning was plain: disso