Chapter 2 Divorce! This marriage must end

[Beep! Female supporting character’s white lotus level has dropped by 50%. Please host, pay attention to character setting!]

Hearing the system’s warning, Yu Zhi regained her senses and immediately stuttered, saying:

“T-those…” Her cheeks turned red, the snowy white skin tinged with a crimson hue, like a sweet and juicy peach, “It was sent over by the brand.”

In fact, Yu Zhi wasn’t lying. A few days ago, when she was shopping at the mall, she couldn’t help but linger over this set of lingerie. That afternoon, it was sent to her home as a small gift by the accompanying manager. She was a VVIP customer of the mall, and although many brands would send their new product catalogs for her to choose from each season, she preferred the feeling of maxing out her husband’s card on the spot.

This manager had a keen eye. Upon hearing her hesitant words, he immediately contacted the brand and presented the style she liked. As expected, the effect of wearing it was very seductive.

“…It must have been misplaced by the auntie when she was tidying up the room.”

She had mistakenly put it in Jiang Qianchen’s drawer.

Seeing Jiang Qianchen staring at the piece of fabric in silence, Yu Zhi clutched the blanket, lowering her head shyly, “They say husbands like this kind of style, so I decided to keep it.”

Yu Zhi decided to turn the tables first: “I know you have no feelings for me, but I also want to live a normal married life like others.” Saying this, her eyes turned red, tears welling up in her eyes.

“You don’t know how sad I was when I found out you returned to the country from the financial news.”

She was naturally beautiful, with rosy lips and white teeth, and under the warm light, her skin appeared translucent like jade. Her seaweed-like long hair cascaded down her round shoulders, delicate collarbones peeking through. With tears in her eyes, like a beautiful woman in sorrow, her almond eyes were veiled with mist, full of sorrow and tenderness.

Even the coldest person couldn’t help but soften at this moment. Jiang Qianchen finally lowered his proud head, softened his tone, and said by the bedside:

“It’s my fault. Next time I come back from a business trip, I’ll let Secretary Xu inform you first.”

Never would have thought that the scoundrel would take the initiative to step back today. Yu Zhi looked at Jiang Qianchen’s tall figure approaching in astonishment, unsure whether to joyfully agree or shyly turn her head away for a moment. Then, the man suddenly spoke in a low, hoarse voice while holding something in his hand:

“So, how is this supposed to be used?”

Yu Zhi: ? !!!

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Perhaps it was because this shameless jerk had been out of touch for too long. The strength of his grip was so strong that Yu Zhi couldn’t help but risk breaking character and bite his shoulder, then immediately felt alive with sensation.

You should know that Jiang Qianchen has always been a person who restrains his desires. The last time he indulged himself like this was during their first time together. It was an accident. Originally, before the engagement, Yu Zhi and Jiang Qianchen had agreed on three rules: not to interfere with each other’s private lives, to sleep in separate rooms and beds. As per the script, on their wedding night, Jiang Qianchen was supposed to storm out, leaving her alone in the empty room. Yu Zhi was secretly pleased to escape this fate, but he stayed for some unknown reason.

However, except for his lack of restraint on their wedding day, Jiang Qianchen can be said to be exceptionally rational. He had set a schedule for the frequency and duration of their intimate encounters each week, strictly adhering to it without exception, as if he were precise to the second, which was terrifying.

Later, less than two weeks after their marriage, Jiang Qianchen went overseas to expand his business, and he was gone for two years.

Leaving her alone to wait like a fool for her husband.

Before she collapsed from exhaustion, Yu Zhi thought, if she could, she would rather be a vegetarian for life in exchange for Jiang Qianchen to stay abroad forever.

The morning light shone through the window, casting a charming scene on the floor.

The phone on the bedside table kept vibrating. Jiang Qianchen, who had just finished washing up, saw Yu Zhi humming lightly a few times, snuggling under the covers and continuing to immerse herself in her dreams, so he reached out and picked up her phone. He saw a message on the screen—

Lin Ruixuan: [Zhizhi, has your scumbag man returned home?]

Jiang Qianchen’s hand paused on the screen lock.

He remembered the name Lin Ruixuan, she seemed to be the bridesmaid on their wedding day.

But this address…

Jiang Qianchen glanced at the still sleeping Yu Zhi, her delicate nose slightly raised, her lips rosy.

No matter how you look at it, she’s gentle, obedient, and cute.

The other party called again persistently, tapping the screen lightly, Lin Ruixuan’s voice echoing in the quiet bedroom:

“Miss Yu, wake up! Your cool boyfriend, He Mengxin, has arrived at the venue! I’ve reserved the VVIP seats for you, the best view guaranteed, ensuring you enjoy the entire performance!”

The incessant chatter made Jiang Qianchen furrow his brow. He interrupted:

“I’m Jiang Qianchen.”

“She’s still sleeping.”

Lin Ruixuan immediately fell silent.

For a moment, her heart skipped a beat, then she quickly regained her composure and said, “Mr. Jiang, sorry for bothering you so early. Wishing you and your family good health and an early birth of a son.”

When Lin Ruixuan hung up the phone, she, who had risen early to move bricks^[1]搬磚(bānzhuān) = Move bricks in this context is not really moving bricks, but, it describes working hard doing her job that laborious, repetitive, and low-paying work., shed tears at this sweet dog food.

Dominant CEO x Little Darling Wife, it’s killing me, it’s killing me.

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Yu Zhi had already woken up in a daze by the time Jiang Qianchen answered the phone.

Not knowing what was said, Yu Zhi only knew that the call was quickly ended by him. Jiang Qianchen buttoned up the last button on his shirt, the sunlight falling at his feet, in the dim light, his aura was cold and unapproachable.

Yu Zhi lazily yawned, realizing her gentle and virtuous wife setting, then asked casually:

“Jiang gege, do you want me to help you with your tie?”

The scoundrel man actually came over with the tie in hand.

After exercising all night yesterday, what’s wrong with his heart? Yu Zhi’s whole body is soft now, still having to smile and straighten her sore waist, grabbing the edge of the tie.

Jiang Qianchen watched her clumsy handling, almost choking himself, he silently supporting his forehead.

“You can continue sleeping, and give it to me.”

In no time, he swiftly tied the knot and hastily put on his suit jacket before leaving.

His expression was calm and indifferent.

Compared to last night, it’s like two different people.

Cold and ruthless, is that the real Jiang Qianchen? Yu Zhi chuckled at the closed door, cursing the scumbag man in her heart.

Divorce! This marriage must end!

Yu Zhi began to seriously contemplate her mission.

Actually, it’s quite strange. Unlike herself, the supporting character had been secretly in love with Jiang Qianchen since she was young, as their families lived close by and they grew up together. So, it can be said that they were childhood sweethearts.

After so many years of feelings, the supporting character realized Jiang Qianchen’s special feelings for the female lead, which could be understood given his desperate mindset. But in fact, Jiang Qianchen never had any ambiguous thoughts about the female lead. Instead, it was the increasingly crazy behavior of the supporting character that pushed him away, only then did he notice the female lead, who was as resilient as a blade of grass when faced with insults and bullying. When Jiang Qianchen finally couldn’t bear it and asked for a divorce, the female lead’s hidden love finally sprouted, leading to a tumultuous pursuit and reconciliation.

As for the supporting character’s actions, such as disregarding the face of the wealthy family and personal image, it’s a bit incomprehensible.

Yu Zhi rested her chin on her hand and thought, anyway, this kind of behavior, forcibly lowering one’s intelligence, is to remove obstacles between the male and female leads. So, whether it’s pretending to be a virtuous wife, or crying day and night to make Jiang Qianchen unable to bear it and ask for a divorce, and then “agonizingly” agreeing, isn’t it the same principle?

As long as Jiang Qianchen regains his freedom, he and the female lead can be together openly. The following plot has nothing to do with her.

The system agrees: [In theory, it’s indeed possible.]

[This system only assesses the progression of the plot and completes tasks based on character settings. The specific methods can be freely implemented.]

Very well, it’s just as she had thought before.

If all else failed, she would hire someone to act, then call Jiang Qianchen alone to “catch them in the act.” Although she might have gotten a smaller share of the assets in the divorce, once everything settled, she would take out the evidence while shedding tears, making the scumbag man regret bitterly in guilt for years. With sunglasses on, she didn’t love anyone, but having a little wolf dog^[2]小狼狗(xiǎolánggǒu) = Little wolf dog, is a popular internet slang term, originally referred to a type of animal, but is now commonly used to describe a guy who is handsome, cool, domineering, … Continue reading by her side, wasn’t it lovely?

For example, someone like He Mengxin, who she just became a fan of, is currently striving to debut on a certain talent show, with both ups and downs.

Anyway, Yu Zhi doesn’t want to spend her life with this cold and unromantic man.

Yu Zhi took a nap and was only awakened by Aunt Chen almost at noon.

By the time she rushed to the venue in the suburbs, it was too late. The competition for He Mengxin’s group was drawn first, so going now would just be a waste of time.

It’s all Jiang Qianchen’s fault! He made her miss seeing handsome guys!

[What a pity, I actually missed Xiao He’s performance stage [cry].]

Yu Zhi opened her phone and complained to her best friend Lin Ruixuan. Lin Ruixuan worked in the media and was a director in the recent popular talent show.

[Sister, I’m already halfway through the program, and you’re just waking up? Your man is really something [thumbs up].]

[Xiao He did well, it looks like his debut position is secure for now.]

[In a few days, the kids who advanced will have a gathering at Longting, Xiao He will be there too, you can come and join the fun.]

[You should rest first, don’t strain your waist, hehehe.]

Seeing the messages popping up from Lin Ruixuan, although she didn’t know where she inferred her conclusions from, it didn’t stop Yu Zhi’s good mood.

Today’s plans were disrupted by Jiang Qianchen, and Yu Zhi took a beauty nap at noon. In this bright afternoon where she didn’t have to pretend to be melancholic anymore, she happily dressed up, relaxed her body with a spa, and then decided to go shopping at the mall to ease her mind. Before going out, Yu Zhi deliberately used the newly bought “Peach Kiss” perfume, which was said to attract peach blossoms and smelled sweet like a girl. When she was with Jiang Qianchen, she could only use some “Valley Orchid” and other small white flower scents, which were pure and cold, simple and tasteless.

Aunt Chen saw her rosy complexion and lively spirit, and couldn’t help but teasingly remarked:

“Madam looks really good today, even more beautiful. Are you going to the company to see your husband?”

“Between husband and wife, it’s all bickering at the head of the bed and harmony at the foot of the bed. When the husband looks cold, just act coquettish, and he’ll soften up.”

“Last night’s activities, oh, even someone of my age felt embarrassed hearing about it.”

Aunt Chen covered her mouth, bursting into laughter. At this rate, she might even end up taking care of Little Jiang’s daily life.

Yu Zhi, unaware of Aunt Chen’s meaningful gaze, and put on her high heels nervously.

All she had in mind was shopping and having fun, completely forgetting about Jiang Qianchen.

Now that he’s mentioned, she has to play the role of a virtuous and caring little wife. With a professional attitude, Yu Zhi said to Aunt Chen, “I’m afraid Jiang gege might be too busy to have a meal. How about I make some herbal chicken soup and send it to his company later?”

Hopefully, scumbag man could be cleansed spiritually by a hearty bowl of chicken soup and become a better person [praying].

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Evening, Jiang Group, penthouse.

“For now, let’s take a break,” Jiang Qianchen raised his hand, signaling the people on stage to pause.

He returned to the country not long ago, and many matters needed urgent attention. He had been in meetings all day today, and some of the staff were already exhausted.

As everyone packed up to go for dinner, Secretary Xu timely came in to report on the schedule, ending with a remark:

“Mr. Jiang, the soup from Lan Ting Garden has been delivered and placed on your desk.”

The craziness from last night flashed through his mind, but Jiang Qianchen remained composed on the surface, deeply appreciating his thoughtful wife.

Tonight, he had originally planned to continue working on documents at the office, but since she was being so affectionate, he didn’t mind spending an extra day with her.

Finding out that Yu Zhi was not at home at the moment surprised Jiang Qianchen a bit, but he didn’t bother to inquire about her whereabouts.

“Wrap up the painting we bought last time and put it in my car,” he instructed his secretary casually.

He knew his wife had an elegant taste and liked to collect unique items. Last time at the auction, he happened to come across a painter she liked, so he bought one of their pieces.

“Oh, by the way,” Jiang Qianchen casually instructed his secretary, “find out who He Mengxin is.”

“Ah, He Mengxin!” A female employee in the meeting room, who was eavesdropping on gossip, suddenly exclaimed softly, “Mr. Jiang, are you also a fan?”

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Not long after, Jiang Qianchen found himself lost in thought, staring at the bullwhip in the soup pot and the young man with peacock green hair in the documents.

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Mr. Jiang: Feels like I’ve been subtly insulted.