His Treasure

In the illustrious Zhi family, Zhi Rho was the cherished youngest daughter, adored by her two fiercely protective older brothers. Their love for her was as vast as their fortune-for in Beijing, the Zhi name glittered among the top 10 wealthiest dynasties.

I want a divorce,"* she whispered, her voice trembling.

The air between them grew heavy. Yang Chen, the youngest billionaire in China-charismatic, ruthless, and untouchable-stilled. His dark eyes, usually filled with arrogance, flickered with something unreadable.

A beat of silence.

Then, with chilling calmness, he replied, *"Fine. If that's what you want."*

His words shattered her.

Zhi Rho's breath hitched. She had expected resistance, anger-anything but this cold acceptance. Had she meant so little to him?

Her knees nearly buckled, but she forced herself to stand tall. If he could let her go so easily, then she would walk away with whatever dignity she had left.

But what she didn't see-what she couldn't see-was the way Yang Chen's fists clenched the moment she turned away. The way his jaw tightened, his mask of indifference cracking just for a second.

Because the truth was, Yang Chen never let go of what was *his*.

And Zhi Rho?

She had always been his.