Chapter 2

The woman called Xia Ling turned pale instantly. There was an expression of unease on her face. She quickly apologized, “Ciyou, I’m sorry. It was just an accident.”

Then her eyes reddened, her expression holding back tears, which made it look like she had been severely wronged. It was quite amusing.

Jiang Ciyou’s expression didn’t change much. She still had a smile on her face and said, “Congratulations to both of you.”

Others who saw this thought it was a sincere congratulations between friends. Only Jiang Ciyou knew how sarcastic it was.

But after three years, her temperament had changed from before.

“Ciyou, can… can I have this baby?” Xia Ling’s voice was cautious, almost like a humble plea.

This tactic indeed worked on Yan Feng.

“Xia Ling, you don’t need to explain to her. This child is ours. Do we need to ask for her opinion on whether to have it or not?”

After saying this, Yan Feng gave Jiang Ciyou a fierce glare, as if she had done something to bully Xia Ling. All she had done was say congratulations.

Heh.

“Sure, go ahead. We’re all family here. What’s the matter with being distant? In ancient times, having a concubine to bear children was a good thing. When the child is born, they will still have to call me ‘mother’.”

“Jiang Ciyou, what nonsense are you talking about?” Yan Feng’s anger was evident.

Jiang Ciyou laughed even more, “Oh, just joking. Why so serious?”

“Grandfather asked me to take you back to the old residence. Are you coming with me or staying with her?”

Yan Feng was silent for a few seconds, then moved his suitcase into Jiang Ciyou’s trunk.

“First, take us to the Kyoto Grand Hotel.”

Jiang Ciyou complied and dropped them off at the Kyoto Grand Hotel entrance. After about half an hour, Yan Feng had arranged everything for Xia Ling and then got back into Jiang Ciyou’s car.

He still sat in the back seat, as if to keep a distance from her.

The car merged back into the city traffic.

“Since you like her so much, why put her in a hotel? She’s pregnant now. With her condition, she should be given a few villas.”

Yan Feng’s voice was cold, with a hint of suppressed anger: “Jiang Ciyou, are you doing this on purpose?”

Jiang Ciyou laughed even more brightly, “Sorry, sorry. I forgot you don’t have any properties under your name.”

Because it was assumed that Jiang Ciyou was the daughter-in-law of the Yan family.

So, since Jiang Ciyou started kindergarten, all the properties purchased by the Yan family for Yan Feng have been registered under Jiang Ciyou’s name. Jiang Ciyou owns no less than a hundred properties, including over a dozen villas, and countless commercial properties.

On the other hand, Yan Feng has nothing. However, as the only son of the Yan family, all the shares of the Yan family are in his name.

From the very beginning, Yan Feng had been observing Jiang Ciyou. Her smile never seemed to wane.

They grew up together; no one knew her better than he did. Despite her cheerful appearance now, she was actually very vengeful.

It was clear that she was extremely angry upon seeing Xia Ling’s pregnancy today, which led her to use a joking and sarcastic tone repeatedly. Perhaps she was trying to leverage the Yan family’s assets against him.

Yan Feng looked at Jiang Ciyou with increasing disdain.

“Jiang Ciyou, don’t bully Xia Ling, and don’t even think about me coming back to you. I won’t contest the assets the Yan family gave you; even if it’s my compensation to you, if you have the audacity to want more, don’t blame me for not warning you—I’ll take back the title of Mrs. Yan.”

Jiang Ciyou composed her expression, her face taking on a hint of seriousness.

“Yan Feng, let’s get a divorce.”

No, to be precise, it should be a breakup.

Yan Feng’s face suddenly turned icy cold.

“Jiang Ciyou, are you threatening me?”

He never believed Jiang Ciyou genuinely wanted a divorce; he was well aware of her situation.

She couldn’t go back to the Jiang family. Moreover, she loved him deeply, even attempting suicide by cutting her wrists for him.

Even after three years of no contact, she had never mentioned divorce. Now that he had returned, she was talking about it.

There was only one possibility: Xia Ling’s pregnancy had caused her immense distress. She likely wanted to force him to break up with Xia Ling.

“I’m not threatening you; I’ve just come to terms with things. When we first got married, I hoped you would change your mind, but after you left, I held onto the title of Mrs. Yan partly to compete with Xia Ling.”

“But now I suddenly feel it’s meaningless. Xia Ling is pregnant; the child is innocent. I don’t want to hold onto this position and delay your reunion with your family.”

In the past, she had been young and impetuous, harboring resentment from being betrayed by both her boyfriend and her best friend.

Marrying Yan Feng wasn’t just because of the issues with the Jiang family; another important reason was not wanting to make things too easy for the two of them. But after three years, her mindset had changed.

Moreover, she hadn’t been wronged during these three years. She didn’t want to waste her life in this empty marriage that didn’t match its name.

Yan Feng’s gaze was cold and sharp as he watched Jiang Ciyou through the rearview mirror. It was indeed because of Xia Ling’s pregnancy.

“Jiang Ciyou, aren’t you feeling guilty saying this? If you could come to terms with it so easily, why did you have to cut your wrists and threaten to die back then?”

Hearing this, Jiang Ciyou’s eyes darkened a bit. Her wrist-cutting back then wasn’t entirely because of Yan Feng.

After a brief pause, Jiang Ciyou pushed her hair back. With her fingers casually tangled in her soft hair, she looked up slightly, exuding countless charms. She returned to her previous languid expression, “If you don’t agree, then so be it.”

Yan Feng snorted coldly and shifted his gaze away from Jiang Ciyou’s captivating face. Her taking the initiative to mention divorce made him inexplicably angry. For a moment, his heart felt like it was being squeezed. He had thought she genuinely wanted a divorce.

He had overestimated her. Knowing she was just using this as a way to test and pressure him, his disdain for her grew.

“Jiang Ciyou, you’re really despicable.”

This was the second time Jiang Ciyou had heard Yan Feng call her that. The first time was when he confessed after returning from summer camp that he was with Xia Ling. She was stunned for five seconds before rushing over and slapping Xia Ling several times.

Yan Feng had pulled her off Xia Ling and, in his anger, told her he wanted a breakup. In a fit of rage, Jiang Ciyou had screamed, “Break up? No way. Even if I go to hell, I’ll drag both of you with me.”

At that time, Yan Feng had called her despicable. That pain, which felt like a knife stabbing into her heart, became a wound that never healed, leaving countless bloody sores. But over time, she became numb; the old wounds had formed thick scabs, like armor. So now, hearing him insult her again, she felt no reaction.

Soon, they arrived at the Yan family’s old residence. As they got out of the car, they saw Yan Feng’s mother, Lan Pei, standing at the door. There was no joy at seeing her son after three years; instead, her expression was very gloomy.

Upon seeing Yan Feng, she immediately asked, “I heard you brought that little vixen back with you?”

Yan Feng’s stern face turned to Jiang Ciyou. Jiang Ciyou shrugged innocently, “I didn’t say anything. You saw it; I didn’t have time to make a call.”