Chapter 1

“Another round?”

The man’s voice was deep and pleasant, with a lingering desire that had not yet faded, carrying a seductive power.

Jiang Ciyou glanced at the floor—lacy lingerie intertwined with a suit, a torn dress, and high heels scattered under the sofa. All these items told the story of their recent intensity and madness.

“No, I’m tired,” Jiang Ciyou declined.

The man’s stamina was improving, she noted. She had almost begged for mercy just moments ago.

Though she said no, her small hand still reached out to caress his firm abs.

The man caught her mischievous hand.

His voice, tinged with unmet desire but still magnetic, warned, “Don’t tease me, I might not be able to control myself.”

Jiang Ciyou smiled.

Her already enchanting face was even more striking now; her dark eyes sparkled like stars, her red lips burned like fire, and her thick black waves of hair cascaded down her snow-white back, making her skin look like smooth cream. Her flower-petal lips curled lazily, revealing a tiny tear mole at the corner of her eye.

Her smile was mesmerizing, like a modern-day Daji, captivating hearts.

The man, gazing at the woman curled up like a lazy cat in his arms, was tempted to devour her again.

“Don’t be so stingy; if you don’t let me touch you in the future, I’ll miss it.”

Jiang Ciyou continued to smile cheerfully.

Suddenly, the man’s expression froze, and his face darkened.

“What do you mean?”

Jiang Ciyou lifted the thin blanket and quickly got dressed. Then she took a check from her bag and walked over to the man.

“Darling, here’s five million as compensation, and this villa is also yours.”

She placed the check in his hand.

But the man’s reaction was not one of joy at receiving such a large gift.

“Jiang Ciyou, are you trying to dump me?” The man’s voice was dangerously low, clearly struggling to control his anger.

Jiang Ciyou remained calm and cheerful.

She gently pinched his chin and gave him a kiss. “My husband is back, so I can’t continue this outside anymore. Let’s end it here.”

The man’s expression darkened even more.

Jiang Ciyou gave his beautiful lips another light peck. “Be good; if you ever need help in the future, you can still call me.”

With that, Jiang Ciyou got up, grabbed her bag, and left the room.

No sooner had she taken a few steps than she heard something shatter inside the room.

Jiang Ciyou didn’t stop.

She could only smile helplessly.

After supporting him for three years, there was no real affection, only a semblance of it. This sudden, unannounced breakup was indeed hard to accept.

Leaving the villa, Jiang Ciyou headed straight for the airport.

Her husband, Yan Feng, had been abroad with his mistress for three years. Now, unable to withstand family pressure, he was finally returning.

“Jiang Ciyou, although we’ve known each other since childhood and have been together for two years, I have no feelings for you.”

“I only like Xia Ling. If it weren’t for my grandfather’s pressure, I would never have married you.”

“I won’t touch you; this is my promise to Xia Ling.”

“All I can give you is the title of Mrs. Yan. If you can’t stand the loneliness, feel free to find a boyfriend; I won’t interfere. Of course, you mustn’t interfere with my relationship with Xia Ling.”

These were Yan Feng’s words on their wedding night. Though three years had passed, she remembered every word clearly.

The Jiang and Yan families had a great relationship; the heads of the families were close friends. In Jiang Ciyou’s generation, the Jiang family had a daughter and the Yan family had a son, and from birth, the two families had arranged a marriage.

To foster their relationship, the children were made to play together from a young age and alternated staying at each other’s homes during summer and winter vacations.

Their relationship was excellent, and it naturally developed into a romantic one when they went to college.

That was until Xia Ling intervened.

Ironically, she had been the one who pushed Yan Feng towards Xia Ling.

Xia Ling was their high school classmate. She came from a poor family, was timid by nature, but excelled in academics and was the only student admitted through recommendation to their elite school.

Like a small white rabbit in an arena, she was often bullied by the arrogant elite.

Jiang Ciyou repeatedly helped her, even fighting for her.

They became best friends during high school and later attended the same university.

As her high school “best friend,” Xia Ling was naturally close with Yan Feng. However, at that time, there were no signs of a relationship.

During the summer of their sophomore year, Jiang Ciyou and Yan Feng signed up for a summer camp organized by their school. Just before departure, Jiang Ciyou twisted her ankle and gave her spot to Xia Ling.

Yan Feng didn’t want to go either, but Jiang Ciyou insisted he go to look after Xia Ling to prevent her from being bullied by others.

As a result, while taking care of Xia Ling, the two of them ended up together.

That summer, Jiang Ciyou faced the greatest setback of her life.

Jiang Xiaoxiao returned.

At her darkest moment, Yan Feng suddenly proposed a breakup and said he wanted to be with Xia Ling.

Unable to bear the blow, she attempted suicide.

Though she didn’t die, it led to various turnarounds.

Yan’s parents were heartbroken since they had watched her grow up as their daughter-in-law since childhood.

Yan’s grandfather even used his family shares as leverage to force Yan Feng into marriage.

However, less than two months later, Yan Feng applied for an exchange program at Yale University and went to the United States, with Xia Ling accompanying him.

It had been three whole years…

The car soon stopped outside the airport.

Jiang Ciyou’s thoughts quickly refocused.

Today, she was here at the elder’s request to pick up Yan Feng.

Jiang Ciyou glanced at her watch.

The timing was just right.

She looked up and indeed saw Yan Feng pushing his suitcase out of the airport lobby.

The man was dressed in a white shirt and black trousers, with a handsome face and exceptional demeanor, exuding the refinement and elegance of a high-class gentleman.

The once gentle expression on his face darkened the moment he saw Jiang Ciyou.

Jiang Ciyou smiled, opened the car door, and got out, walking over immediately.

“Husband, long time no see. I hope you’re well.”

Jiang Ciyou’s smile was radiant and bright. With her background as a broadcaster, her voice was already captivating, and with a touch of deliberate coquetry, it became even more charming and alluring.

Even the people around couldn’t help but glance in her direction, enviously admiring her husband.

Yan Feng looked at the woman before him, his brows furrowing even tighter.

Today, Jiang Ciyou looked very beautiful, as if she had dressed up just to see him. She seemed different from three years ago. Previously, she had been fresh and pure, without makeup, but now she wore exquisite makeup, her hair styled in glamorous waves, and her entire outfit was branded, exuding an air of elegance and luxury.

“Don’t call me Husband.”

Yan Feng’s voice was cold.

He turned to glance at the woman beside him, dressed in a white gown.

Jiang Ciyou had already seen her before getting out of the car.

Xia Ling had returned with him.

Xia Ling wore a loose, white cotton dress. Though she wasn’t wearing makeup, her small, delicate face and naturally shy, innocent eyes still made her look charming.

She had one arm linked with Yan Feng’s, while the other hand unconsciously rested on her slightly rounded belly.

The gesture was unmistakable.

Jiang Ciyou smiled and asked, “Xia Ling, are you pregnant?”