Chapter 21 The Cruel Truth About Marriage

Jiang Shiyuan paused in her steps.

"Do you think that after five years, my brother still has some feelings for you? After all, you gave birth to his eldest son."

Xie Yuexi whispered in her ear with a mocking sneer, "My brother is such an aloof person, he wouldn't even touch what he doesn't want."

He doesn't love you, yet he got you pregnant. Do you think he's such a careless person? Do you think he truly accepts you?

Jiang Shiyuan's back stiffened, her voice tightening, "What exactly are you trying to say?"

"It wasn't my brother who wanted you to get pregnant and give birth to our Xie family's bloodline."

Xie Yuexi raised her chin and smiled mischievously, "It's because my mother consulted Master Miaotian, and your birth chart is compatible with my brother's."

At that time, my father was in a deep coma and had become a vegetable. If you could give birth to the child as soon as possible, it would dispel the bad luck of the Xie family, and my father might be able to wake up from his coma.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was deafening to Jiang Shiyuan's ears!

Her vision blurred for a moment, then she felt a tremor, a soreness, and a dampness.

Even a heart already riddled with holes can still crack open with a long, grotesque fissure.

“My brother is known for his filial piety. He’s willing to try anything to wake my dad up.”

Seeing her frozen expression, Xie Yuexi smiled even more happily, "And you are nothing more than a sacrificial offering used by our Xie family to bring good luck."

But I think my brother must be regretting it. After all, my dad is still in the hospital, unconscious.

After saying that, she walked away triumphantly.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Shiyuan finally came back to her senses. The cold, lonely silver moonlight shone through the window lattice onto her, casting a pale and desolate hue on her slender and thin figure.

On the platform, Xie Jinghuai and Lin Zhixin were nowhere to be seen.

...

Back in her room, Jiang Shiyuan took a shower and sat in front of her dressing table, combing her black hair, which was as smooth as silk.

She kept replaying Xie Yuexi's words in her mind, oblivious to the fact that her fingertips were being pricked by the comb and bleeding.

At this moment, Xie Jinghuai pushed open the door and entered.

Jiang Shiyuan's body suddenly jolted, and the comb in her hand fell to the ground.

She bent down, but the man had already strode up to her, and before she could, he bent down and picked it up.

"What are you doing here?" Jiang Shiyuan's eyelashes trembled, and she looked away.

Xie Jinghuai glanced at her and said, "Go to sleep."

"Then you go to sleep, I'll go to another room." With that, Jiang Shiyuan got up briskly.

She had barely moved when Xie Jinghuai grabbed her arm and pulled her back almost roughly.

"Jiang Shiyuan, when are you going to stop making a scene?"

Xie Jinghuai's phoenix eyes were filled with a dark and gloomy look. "I have limited patience and I will never tolerate anyone trying to outsmart me or throwing a tantrum."

Apart from Lin Zhixin. Right?

"You need to know when to stop. Playing hard to get is fun sometimes. But if you go too far, it'll just get disgusting."

Jiang Shiyuan gritted her teeth, "I'm not throwing a tantrum at you. Even if I did, these five years of marriage with you have worn it all down, exhausted it."

Xie Jinghuai's gaze paused, landing on her fair wrist adorned with a jade bracelet.

The lush, almost dripping green, paired with her fair and delicate skin, is breathtakingly beautiful.

The man's Adam's apple bobbed.

He admitted that Jiang Shiyuan was beautiful. But as beautiful as she was, he always felt that she wasn't special enough, not smart enough, and lacked talent.

It was not what he truly desired.

Although Lin Zhixin was slightly less beautiful than her, she was exceptionally talented, intelligent, and had already made a name for herself in Beijing's technology circle at a young age.

In comparison, he did think Lin Zhixin was better, after all, he was proud that he was not a vulgar person who was obsessed with women.

But tonight, for some reason, he felt that Jiang Shiyuan, wearing a light pink silk nightgown, looked exceptionally charming and alluring.

The woman's soft, black hair cascaded down her chest, revealing her full breasts and slender waist. Her serene and elegant face was bathed in soft yellow light, and her almond-shaped eyes, shimmering with moisture, blinked gently—a mixture of innocence and allure.

Xie Jinghuai's breath hitched, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Have you washed up?"

Jiang Shiyuan frowned. "What?"

The next second, Xie Jinghuai's strong arms wrapped around her lower back, holding her tightly, and without saying a word, he picked her up and carried her straight to the bed.

"Xie Jinghuai! What are you doing? Put me down!" Jiang Shiyuan opened her eyes wide in terror and twisted around in a panic.

"Grandma called me tonight and told me to hurry up and give Tongtong a little brother."

Xie Jinghuai's voice remained indifferent, but through his clean white shirt, the rolling muscles on his chest and lower abdomen grew increasingly hot. "A daughter will do, so we can have a son and a daughter."

Jiang Shiyuan trembled all over, his pupils dilating rapidly!

The man didn't know how to cherish a woman; he threw her onto the bed like a corpse.

Just as Xie Jinghuai was loosening his tie, preparing to pounce, a sudden blur flashed before his eyes—

Snap!

Jiang Shiyuan trembled all over and slapped him hard!

Xie Jinghuai turned his head to the side, staring in astonishment, a clear handprint on his cheek.

For a moment, his mind went blank.

The woman who was once weak and submissive, who didn't even dare to say a harsh word, now dares to slap him!

Who gave her that confidence?!

"Xie Jinghuai... don't touch me, I'm not your tool for having children!" Recalling the phrase "marrying for good luck," Jiang Shiyuan's eyes turned bloodshot and she felt extremely ashamed and indignant!

She considered a thousand, ten thousand possibilities for Xie Jinghuai to accept her.

But he never expected that he wanted her only out of feudal superstition, and only to use her as a tool to enhance his reputation as a filial son!

"Jiang Shiyuan, what's wrong with you?"

Xie Jinghuai's left cheek was burning with anger, and his dark phoenix eyes were also about to blaze with fire. He pressed his tongue against his cheek and said, "In the past, you would wash yourself clean every day and lie in bed, wishing I would touch you."

"Now that the child is five years old, you're acting like a virtuous and chaste woman in front of me? Isn't that a bit ridiculous?"

Jiang Shiyuan took a deep breath, suppressing the overwhelming anger surging within her chest:

"I want a divorce."

The man said, slowly and deliberately, "I disagree."

"If I'm not willing, even if we're still married, if you touch me, it's considered sexual assault!"

Xie Jinghuai's pupils contracted, and he suddenly curled his lips into a mocking smile, "If I do it, what can you do? Call the police to arrest me? You're welcome to try."

"If it were Lin Zhixin in front of you, would you force her like this?"

Xie Jinghuai chuckled and blurted out, "Why would I force her? Is it even necessary?"

Jiang Shiyuan's red eyes stung with tears.

Yes, why would he force his sweetheart? He's too busy spoiling and indulging her.

nausea.

This miserable marriage disgusted her.

"Jiang Shiyuan, you won't let me touch you because you've found someone new, Ye Yu?"

Xie Jinghuai's thin lips twitched stiffly as he straightened his back, his tall shadow looming over her, his eyes filled with coldness. "You've already had a child, and I've slept with you for five years. Men, more or less, have a kind of emotional purity complex. Do you think someone like Ye Yu, an industry elite who's never been married, a young talent that many women would want to kiss, would be interested in a married woman with a child like you?"

He's only interested in you for the novelty, just playing around. To take it seriously is incredibly foolish!