Chapter 005: Madam Hasn’t Come Back Yet?

The servant at the side muttered in a low voice:

“Madam, what’s she throwing a tantrum about this time? She has a life of wealth and luxury handed to her, yet insists on making trouble every day. What man could tolerate such a shrew? She should take a piss and look at herself in the mirror.”

“If she weren’t the daughter of the Wen family, would President Lu ever have married her? Every day she does nothing but shop crazily. Aside from spending money and hanging around the kitchen, what else can she do? Without President Lu, she’d starve to death sooner or later.”

Aunt Zhang shot the servant a glare and frowned slightly.

“Enough, stop talking nonsense. Give it three days and she’ll be back, wagging her tail. Madam loves President Lu too much—she’d never really leave this home.”

“She’s just putting on a show, trying to act tough, making President Lu notice her. Best not to pay her any mind.”

Because she had far too much luggage, Wen Fu had no choice but to drive her red Ferrari herself, while letting the chauffeur take a black Bentley sedan.

Together, they moved all her luggage to the apartment called Tianyun, the one her family had gifted her before marriage.

That apartment, along with the Ferrari, had been part of her dowry.

Before marrying Lu Chenyi, in order to prove she wasn’t after his fortune, she had impulsively signed a prenuptial agreement.

If they divorced, she wouldn’t get a single penny.

Now divorce was certain, carved in stone. But once divorced, her family home was no place she could return to.

They would only despise her, blaming her for being an embarrassment—for tossing away the glamorous life of a wealthy President Lu just to stir up trouble.

What they truly cared about was whether the divorce would affect Wen and Lu family business ties, whether they would still get resources from the Lu family. They had never once cared about her happiness, let alone her survival.

To them, their daughter was just a carefully groomed commodity to be sold for profit.

Wen Fu’s Ferrari had barely left the estate when a low-profile black Porsche drove into the villa.

Moments later, a tall, noble figure stepped out of the car.

Lu Chenyi raised a hand, rubbing his temples wearily, before striding into the main hall.

His eyes instinctively swept the room.

Before, every time he came home, a slender figure with a bright smile would rush up to greet him. Not seeing her for several days left him unsettled, his brows knitting together. His voice came out low and hoarse:

“Madam hasn’t come back yet?”

Aunt Zhang looked at President Lu, gently took his coat from his hands, and handed him slippers. In a warm voice, she said:

“Madam did come back, but just now she packed her things and left again.”

Lu Chenyi gave an impatient snort.

“She’s been throwing a fit this long? Still not enough? Does she expect me to beg her to come back? She can dream.”

He walked to the sofa and sat down heavily. He had drunk a little at a dinner function earlier, and his head was dizzy.

Closing his eyes, he almost unconsciously muttered:

“Wen Fu, massage my temples.”

Aunt Zhang glanced at him cautiously and reminded gently:

“President Lu, Madam has already left.”

Lu Chenyi gathered himself. Every time Wen Fu made a scene and ran away from home, she would be back within three days.

But this time she had been gone for almost half a month. All because he didn’t accompany her on her twenty-fifth birthday.

How petty could she be?

Although Wen Fu sometimes acted spoiled, when it came to taking care of his daily life, she was attentive and flawless.

Especially her massage skills—every time he drank too much and his head split with pain, her skillful hands could ease it in just a few presses.

He had even heard that she had studied traditional Chinese massage techniques especially for him.

Wen Fu loved him so deeply. Without him, she wouldn’t survive. How could she possibly bring herself to divorce him?

His expression softened slightly, and his thin lips parted.

“Make me a cup of hangover tea.”

Aunt Zhang hurriedly obeyed and went to prepare it.

Moments later, she respectfully placed a steaming cup of tea before him.

Lu Chenyi took it casually, sipping a few mouthfuls, then frowned deeply.

“This doesn’t taste right. Why is it so bitter and astringent? Did you put too many leaves?”

Aunt Zhang quickly apologized.

“President Lu, Madam always brewed this tea for you personally. I don’t know how much to use.

“Besides, the tea you usually drink is made from fresh buds Madam picked herself at a tea farm in the countryside—handmade just for you.

“There used to be half a jar left, but Madam threw it into the trash before she left. I had no choice but to brew you the hangover tea gifted by a client.”

“If you really don’t like it, perhaps you should call Madam. She seemed genuinely angry this time. She packed up everything in the house and moved into the Tianyun apartment. If you’d just lower yourself and coax her, maybe she’d come back—”

Lu Chenyi cut her off impatiently.

“That’s enough. Go do your work.”

Every time Wen Fu threw a tantrum, wasn’t it just to force him to beg her back?

He was swamped with endless business. Where did he have the time to coax her?

If he lowered his head too easily, she’d only push further the next time, making it never-ending.

Over a mere half jar of tea leaves, she dared throw it away in front of the servants.

She was being outrageous.

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Meanwhile, Wen Fu had moved into the Tianyun apartment. She hired a housekeeper to help her clean, and after more than three hours, the place was spotless.

She then went to the supermarket to buy fresh groceries and daily necessities.

Back home, she cooked herself a bowl of seafood noodles.

After slurping it down, she curled up on the sofa, munching on chips, watching a cheesy idol drama, and chatting with Su Ying over the phone.

Laughing, she told her friend:

“Why would I lie? I really moved to Tianyun. This time I’m dead serious. I’m divorcing him. Whoever backs out is the loser.”

Su Ying chuckled dismissively.

“Alright, I’ll wait to see you be the loser. We’ve known each other too long—I know your character. You’re hopelessly devoted to Lu Chenyi. How could you ever leave him?”

“As soon as he sweet-talks you a little, you’ll crumble under his sugar-coated bullets and crawl back to him. But to be fair, this time you’ve lasted quite a while. A bit of backbone, at least.”

Wen Fu’s voice was firm.

“I’ve even drafted the divorce agreement. Tomorrow I’ll take it to his company for him to sign.”

Su Ying snorted.

“Really? How many times have you drafted that divorce agreement, only to toss it into the trash?

“The day you truly kick that scumbag Lu Chenyi to the curb, I’ll set off firecrackers in celebration.”