Chapter 14: I Want a Divorce!

“Clatter.”

Yu Zhi lost her grip, and the phone fell onto the bed with a swoosh.

She had just wanted to switch to her alternate account to see if that scumbag man had taken the opportunity to chat with someone else, and then study how to take screenshots and clips more perfectly. Unfortunately, Jiang Qianchen hadn’t left any intriguing messages for Vivian. After checking, she forgot to log out of the account. When she was promoting her little idol earlier, she accidentally shared the WeChat link instead of adding it to the group.

As a result, Jiang Qianchen even gave her a like.

Yu Zhi repeatedly read the message notifications, unable to understand why the workaholic Jiang Qianchen, who never casually browsed WeChat, had the time to visit the Moments section today and even left a comment?

This was simply the most terrifying news of the year!

She resisted the urge to delete the link and pretended to be dead, and instead sent a private message with a sweet tone.

Vivian Waiting for Love: [Hi, Gege, long time no see~]

Vivian Waiting for Love: [I miss you so much, do you miss me?]

These past two days, she has been busy chasing after stars, and it has been a while since she used her alternate account to bother Jiang Qianchen.

Even though she has been very passive and unproductive lately, Yu Zhi still wants him to feel her fiery passion and longing, without any cost.

After bombarding him with messages, the other party replied reservedly:

Jiang: [Hmm.]

Jiang: [Do you also like He Mengxin?]

The use of the word “also” was very subtle.

As an old-fashioned person who still needs to dial up to access the internet, how did Jiang Qianchen know about her idol’s He Mengxin?

Yu Zhi cautiously pondered over her recent actions. Only Lin Ruixuan knew that her Weibo fan account, “Yi Yu Yu Zhi,” belonged to her. The money she used for promoting and supporting through voting and crowdfunding was transferred to a new card after receiving dividends from Jiang’s stocks. The amount of money involved was not large, and Jiang Qianchen had no reason to check bank transactions.

She suspected that she had revealed something unintentionally. As Jiang Qianchen’s wife, “Yu Zhi” was known for her refined tastes and it was impossible for her to enjoy activities like star chasing. Even her trip to Huacheng was publicly announced as a show of support for her best friend, Lin Ruixuan’s career. Although she occasionally expressed admiration for He Mengxin, it was in no way similar to the style of “Aaahhh, My cub is amazing” on Weibo.

Lin Ruixuan was already feeling very surprised by this: “Zhizhi, you actually like the little wolf-dog type? I thought you would prefer the type like President Jiang till the end of time.”

Yu Zhi chuckled inwardly: To be honest, she has always felt indifferent towards Jiang Qianchen, the cold and aloof elite male.

Isn’t it more appealing to have someone who is considerate, caring, and will protect you in difficult times, like a small wolf-dog?

However, she definitely couldn’t say such things in front of Jiang Qianchen.

Vivian Waiting for Love: [I don’t like He Mengxin, I only like you!]

[So what if He Mengxin is the idol of countless girls? He can never compare to the magnificent presence and powerful charm of my Gege!]

[I want to marry a man like you!]

Yu Zhi went against her conscience and tearfully uttered these words. Wuwuwu, My cub, mother is sorry. These temporary days will soon come to an end.

She asked slightly.

Vivian Waiting for Love: [Gege, do you have time to meet this week? [Shy].]

On the other end of WeChat, Jiang Qianchen raised an eyebrow.

It seems that when using this WeChat account, his wife wants to be particularly bold and unrestrained. The morning’s gloomy unhappiness seems to have quietly passed.

Perhaps she is slowly accepting her condition?

Jiang Qianchen lowered his head and glanced at the tea handed to him by the person next to him. The variety of tea leaves is usually not up to his standards, but today he graciously took a sip.

The person in charge of reception across from him observed the slight curve at the corner of Jiang Qianchen’s mouth and thought that the tea suited his taste. They quickly stood up and asked, “President Jiang, would you like some more tea?”

The man politely declined and replied casually:

[We can meet on the weekend, you can choose the location.]

He still remembered that his wife mentioned preparing a surprise for him.

Jiang Qianchen’s fingertips gently traced the edge of the teacup, slightly stirring his memories.

It seems that there are some good items at an auction in Huacheng recently.

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Upon receiving the message, Yu Zhi burst into laughter three times while looking at the ceiling.

As soon as her aunt’s visit(her period) ended, she immediately regained full energy.

Even the words “Scumbag man” in the WeChat nickname suddenly became pleasing to the eye.

After having their final meal in Huacheng with Lin Ruixuan, Yu Zhi bid her farewell with ambiguous glances and boarded the plane back to Ningcheng. Jiang Qianchen still had another week of business trip ahead, giving her ample time to arrange the upcoming tasks.

However, she couldn’t figure out why the red mark on the back of her neck wouldn’t disappear. It was only when Aunt Chen handed her ointment that Yu Zhi noticed the mark.

The mosquitoes in Huacheng were particularly vicious. She didn’t even feel when she was bitten, so recently she had to wear a scarf to cover up when going out.

The weekend arrived quickly. Everything was ready, now she just needed the right opportunity.

Wearing sunglasses, Yu Zhi guided Jiang Qianchen to the agreed location through WeChat, while repeatedly checking the hidden surveillance equipment to ensure its proper functioning.

When she saw a certain black suit walking towards her, she rushed forward in high heels, pounding the ground, and cried out in a mournful voice:

“Jiang Qianchen, how long are you going to hide things from me!”

She tightly clenched her fingertips, her face filled with sadness, anger, and indignation.

“You would rather come to this shady place than go home, is that it?”

Before Jiang Qianchen could speak, Yu Zhi preemptively covered her ears and shouted, “I won’t listen, I won’t listen! I don’t want to hear your explanation.”

“I want a divorce!”