Chapter 52 A Shameless Plot

Jiang Chengli wanted to leave, but reason forced him to continue listening.

Yan Songyu nestled in Feng Yu's arms, tilting her head slightly as he nibbled at her slender, delicate, and jade-like neck. "Hiss—be gentle."

Feng Yu dismissed it as her being coquettish and didn't lessen his strength, instead moving to a different spot to continue biting.

Yan Songyu had no choice but to push him, "Don't leave any traces, it won't be good if Jiang Chengli finds out."

"What's wrong with that?" Feng Yu grabbed her hands and pinned her against the hot spring pool wall. "I think it would be better if he saw it. You're hesitant to bring up divorce, so let him do it. Once he finds out about us, he'll definitely cause a scene. Wouldn't it be better to just take the opportunity to divorce him then?"

Yan Songyu was not very optimistic. "I'm afraid that if things get out of hand, it will affect the company's stock price. Ruixin is my father's life's work, and we have also put a lot of effort into Ruixin over the years."

“If I remember correctly, you and he have a prenuptial agreement, which I had a lawyer draft.” Feng Yu gently smoothed her brow. “In the agreement, all your property is considered marital property, and you have no joint property after marriage. Even the proceeds from that art exhibition will be yours after the process.”

“He can’t paint now, and he can’t even do manual labor because of his right leg disability. Once you divorce, he will have trouble making a living. So we can force him to make a scene. As long as you show your love and care for him in public and are heartbroken by his accusations, you can stand on the moral high ground with a little maneuvering. After all, the story of the eldest daughter of the Yan family marrying an unknown painter was a beautiful story.”

"Then we can negotiate with him privately, give him some money and ask him to keep the real reason for the divorce a secret. He's a smart man, and for the sake of his future, I believe he will make the most advantageous decision. If he doesn't agree, we can also label him as mentally unstable or delusional."

"As for evidence, he has neither money nor manpower, so where would he get the evidence? Even if he could get it, he would have to be able to release it."

"Finally, as long as we guide public opinion slightly, those unfounded rumors will soon dissipate, and the stock price will not be greatly affected."

Yan Songyu was stunned, but she had no choice but to agree with Feng Yu's plan. "Tell me, how long have you been planning this?"

Feng Yu gently rubbed Yan Songyu's face, "It's been a long, long time. Ever since you got married, I've had countless ideas to destroy your marriage. But back then, you still loved him, so I tolerated it. But who told him to be so unlucky? His body became half-crippled, and he went crazy time and time again, which wore down your love for him. So you can't blame me for taking action. You can't spend your whole life with a cripple."

Yan Songyu seemed to feel sorry for Feng Yu, and affectionately pressed her chest against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. "Actually, it seems that we can achieve the same effect by negotiating directly with him."

"No! Let him make a scene first. If your relationship ends too quietly, as you said, given his current situation, people will inevitably speculate that you are heartless. Moreover, if he knows too much, he might have a backup plan. We'd better catch him off guard and guide him step by step to achieve his goal."

Yan Songyu nodded, "Okay."

Upon hearing this, Feng Yu immediately became frivolous, "So, am I using force now?"

Yan Songyu's eyes were alluring as she glanced at Feng Yu from head to toe. "Where do you want to exert your strength?"

"Of course..."

Jiang Chengli closed his eyes, but the shameless plot and the ambiguous frolicking sounds in the hot spring still penetrated his ears. He felt his blood rushing back to his head, and he felt dizzy. In the end, he could only try to squeeze his palms and flee in a sorry state.

He fled back into the house without making a sound, but in his mind he kept shouting and cursing: Bitch! Bitch, bitch, bitch! You two are a pair of dogs!

In the hot spring, Yan Songyu clung to Feng Yu, biting his shoulder tightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on the window. Feng Yu reached for a remote control from a tray on the shore, pressed it gently, and the curtains slowly closed.

Feng Yu asked breathlessly, "So excited?"

Yan Songyu said, "Having an affair is exciting in itself, and doing it in person is even more exciting. Don't deny it."

Feng Yu laughed out loud, "That's me."

Feng Yu then asked, "Do you think he will get a divorce?"

"No, he dreams of escaping his family of origin. He's almost ruined now. If we divorce, he'll have no choice but to go back to Xiaoxigou. He'll play dumb with us, and at most, he'll try to gather evidence to threaten us." Yan Songyu sneered, "But can he really gather any?"

Feng Yu tucked the damp hair that clung to her forehead behind her ear. "Feeling better now?"

"Of course, seeing his frustrated look that he can't say anything makes me want to eat two more bowls of rice." Yan Songyu rolled her eyes at Feng Yu. "Don't think I don't know you're secretly enjoying it too."

Feng Yu smiled and said, "Who told him to dare provoke me today? Of course I'll teach him a lesson."

"But...he won't tell Feifei, will he?" Feng Yu suddenly felt a little worried.

"No, he knows Feifei is my bottom line and wouldn't dare to cross it easily." Yan Songyu believed she understood Jiang Chengli quite well in this regard.

“I checked the security camera footage next door. He suddenly appeared because he saw you taking me home earlier, which made him suddenly come to his senses. It’s not easy for someone with such a strong will to be able to quickly extricate themselves from the hopeless fantasy of being a painter.”

Yan Songyu was genuinely impressed by Jiang Chengli. With such perseverance, if he had been more down-to-earth, he might have been able to achieve great things. Unfortunately... she wouldn't give him that chance now.

"Let's not talk about him anymore." Feng Yu lowered his head again. "I've been holding back for a long time so that I won't put on a show for people."

...

After returning to his room, Jiang Chengli bit his arm; he needed the pain to stay sensible.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly released his grip, leaving a bloody teeth mark on his arm.

The next morning, when Yan Songyu and Feng Yu came in from outside the courtyard, Jiang Chengli was accompanying Feifei to paint the plum blossoms in the courtyard. Feifei was focused on her work, and Jiang Chengli would occasionally pat Feifei's head and praise her.

Upon seeing Yan Songyu and Feng Yu, Jiang Chengli greeted them with a warm smile, "You went for a walk? Taoshan has beautiful scenery, and the winter snowscape has a unique charm."

Feng Yu nodded, "Songyu and I have put a lot of effort into this place. However, Songyu is accompanying me to the neighboring courtyard to get something. I originally booked a place not far away, but Uncle Yan and you both warmly invited me, so I'll be bothering you for a while."

Yan Songyu swore that he saw Jiang Chengli's hands trembling, which was most likely either a lingering effect or he was angry. Oh, his left hand wasn't injured.

"You can stay in the room next to Dad's. Go put your things away yourself," Yan Songyu instructed Feng Yu before going to look at Feifei's painting. "Feifei's painting is truly wonderful! It has such a beautiful artistic conception!"

“Yes, Feifei is very talented in painting, just like me.” Jiang Chengli patted Feifei’s shoulder with pride, but his gaze suddenly focused on a strand of hair that had just fallen from Feifei’s shoulder.

The mother and daughter were focused on the painting, while he quietly tucked a strand of hair into his palm.