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Wen Fu chatted with Su Ying for a bit.
Then, seeing her brother Wen Jing’s call come through, she hurriedly ended the conversation and pressed the answer button. Her expression showed clear impatience.
“Brother, it’s so late. Why are you calling me?”
Wen Jing’s brows furrowed sharply as he scolded in anger:
“Wen Fu, did you run away from home again after fighting with Lu Chenyi? Today I spoke with him about a company investment project, and he was completely cold to me. Did you upset him again? You’d better go back and coax him properly!”
“This film and television project is crucial for our Wen Group. He promised to inject five hundred million in funding—we can’t afford to lose that. I’m waiting on that money to launch a new project!”
“You should sweet-talk him a little at night, see when he’ll release the funds. Every time he delays, he says it’s for a financial audit, but it’s clearly just an excuse. He’s probably holding it back because of your tantrums. Marriage quarrels should stay by the bedside—don’t make a mess that can’t be cleaned up.”
Wen Fu muttered, sounding annoyed:
“Brother, I don’t understand your company’s business, and I don’t care to. If Lu Chenyi doesn’t want to invest, you talk to him. What’s it got to do with me? I can’t make decisions for him.”
“And let me tell you—Lu Chenyi and I are about to divorce. From now on, his affairs have nothing to do with me. As for Wen Group’s cooperation with him, I won’t involve myself.”
Every time the Wen Group faced financial trouble, her brother would call and force her to beg Lu Chenyi.
It only made her more humble, more degraded in front of him.
Originally, Wen Group and Lu Group had been on equal footing.
But after their grandfather passed, their father—who had been nothing more than a spoiled playboy in his youth—proved to have no ability to run the company.
Grandfather had poured all his effort into grooming Wen Jing, even sending him abroad to study.
Yet Wen Jing lacked business acumen, acted rashly, and was far too impatient.
Wen Group had originally built its empire through tea and wine.
But Wen Jing insisted on venturing into unfamiliar fields—investing in livestream entertainment, film projects, and jewelry businesses—losing large sums in the process.
Meanwhile, Lu Chenyi had steadily, strategically led the Lu Group, implementing innovative management practices that made the company flourish like a surging tide. The Wen family business, by contrast, was now tottering on the edge.
If not for Lu Chenyi secretly propping them up over the past years, the Wen Group might already have collapsed.
But Wen Fu no longer wanted to bear this so-called “family destiny,” nor continue in a hollow marriage with Lu Chenyi.
Her parents had always favored her brother over her.
She would never inherit any of the Wen family assets, so why should she care about its survival?
Wen Jing grew furious.
“You stupid girl, what nonsense are you talking about? If you divorce Lu Chenyi, how will you survive? You’ve been pampered since birth, you’ve never suffered a day. Do you think Wen family will take care of you then?”
“Father and Mother spent so much effort raising you into a perfect President Lu. From childhood they had you learn music, calligraphy, cooking, tea ceremony—everything—just to secure your place in the Lu household.”
“If you can’t keep your husband’s heart, why not learn from other society wives? Instead you cause drama again and again. What decent man could tolerate your petty temper?”
“Besides, what rich and powerful man doesn’t have scandals outside? So long as he doesn’t flaunt it in front of you, you just turn a blind eye. Why must you take everything so seriously?”
“You’ve been living a life of comfort for too long—you don’t know what hardship is.”
“I’m warning you: if you dare divorce Lu Chenyi, then Wen family will cut you off completely. We’ll pretend we never had a daughter like you. Don’t disgrace us!”
Every time she quarreled with Lu Chenyi, her parents and brother would scold her mercilessly, never caring about right or wrong. Somehow, everything was always her fault.
Once, she had loved Lu Chenyi deeply and couldn’t bear to leave him.
But now, after being scarred by both her family and him, her once-burning devotion had been extinguished by buckets of cold water.
Her mother had raised her strictly from childhood to prepare her for this marriage, molding her into a “virtuous, well-bred” President Lu.
She had been trained to yield, to please Lu Chenyi, until her spirit had been shaped into one of submission—allowing him to trample her boundaries, ignore her feelings, and bully her without fear.
But she had endured long enough. With a cold laugh, she said:
“Fine. From this moment on, my life and death have nothing to do with the Wen family. I am not my sister-in-law—I won’t silently endure a man’s betrayal.”
With those harsh words, she hung up the phone decisively. Did they really think a tiger that doesn’t roar is just a sick cat?
She had once been proud and willful, but Lu Chenyi had slowly ground her down into someone with no edges, soft and pliant, like clay anyone could mold.
Not anymore.
She gulped down half a glass of lemon juice, finally feeling a little relief.
Before, she had always been cautious, worried that watching TV late at night would disturb Lu Chenyi’s work or rest.
She had never dared binge-watch dramas freely.
But that night, she watched to her heart’s content until the middle of the night, then slept until noon before lazily waking.
Not having to rise at dawn to prepare his breakfast felt wonderful.
She had once thought she loved him so much she couldn’t live without him.
But now she realized—forgetting a love that had only hurt her wasn’t so difficult after all.
After a slow wash-up, she went downstairs to a café, ordering a latte and a slice of mousse cake.
She lazily handed over her bank card.
After a moment, the server glanced at her, smiled politely, and said:
“Miss, this card doesn’t work.”