Chapter Thirty: The "Divorce" Surprise at the Birthday Party

She endured so much for this day.

Since Yan Mingshen likes to protect Xia Zhi so much.

She wanted to see what would happen when infidelity was brought to the forefront.

Does he care more about the Yan family's shares or his lover?

Xu An chattered away to her from behind.

Xu Bozhou silently gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Upon arriving at the 4S store, Xu An immediately saw the white McLaren displayed in the center of the store.

"Wow, Xiaoxiao, this suits you perfectly."

Xu An stood next to the car and glanced at the specifications.

The car's off-white body features black lines.

Clean and efficient.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, this car has already been reserved."

The salesperson caught up and said somewhat embarrassedly.

"The customer will be coming to pick up the car in a little while. If you like it, I can arrange another one for you from another store."

"No need, I want to see 911."

Su Xiao shook her head.

She didn't plan to spend that much; the car was just a means of transportation for her.

not to mention.

She glanced at Xu Bozhou beside her.

Her creditors are still around.

"Okay, this way please."

The salesperson led the three of them to the side to take a look at the Porsche lineup.

Su Xiao finalized the car purchase without much hesitation.

While we were waiting to sign the contract, an uninvited guest arrived at the door.

"Xiaoxiao?"

Yan Mingshen walked in from outside the door with his assistant.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught sight of Xu Bozhou standing to the side, and her expression instantly turned cold.

What are you doing here?

His tone was wary.

Su Xiao didn't reply, but simply took half a step back behind Xu Bozhou.

This subtle movement was like a needle, piercing Yan Mingshen's heart.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his gaze swept over the Porsche contract on the display stand, his expression darkening further.

"Buying a car? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Mr. Yan is too kind."

Xu Bozhou suddenly chuckled and took a step forward, blocking Su Xiao behind him.

The collarbone beneath the V-neck shirt gleamed with a cool, white light under the lamp.

"Does Miss Su need to report to you when she buys things?"

"What business is it of yours to interfere in what happens between Xiaoxiao and me?"

Yan Mingshen stepped forward, his suit sleeves taut, and the air around him was frighteningly low.

He looked at Su Xiao, his eyes filled with guilt.

"That McLaren was reserved for me. If you like it..."

"I don't like it," Su Xiao finally spoke, her voice as calm as water.

"Yan Mingshen, you can keep it to appease your childhood sweetheart."

"What did you say?" Yan Mingshen suddenly grabbed her wrist, the force so strong that she frowned.

"Su Xiao, there's a limit to making a scene."

"Let go."

Xu Bozhou's voice was as cold as ice as he reached out to pry Yan Mingshen's fingers off.

The knuckles struck together, producing a dull thud.

You have no right to touch her!

"We are husband and wife!"

Their eyes clashed, sparks flying, and the air thick with the smell of gunpowder.

"Alright."

Looking at the two people who were about to clash, Su Xiao felt inexplicably helpless.

She signed the contract and picked up the keys from the salesperson.

She naturally walked to Xu Bozhou's side and looked up at him:

Let's go.

A hint of a smile flashed in Xu Bozhou's eyes.

He followed behind Su Xiao, and as he turned around, he didn't forget to give Yan Mingshen a look that conveyed a sense of victory.

Yan Mingshen stood there, his face slowly darkening.

The next day.

As soon as Su Xiao got up, she saw that it was raining lightly again outside.

Autumn is approaching, and the weather has cooled down considerably.

Su Xiao stretched and got up to wash up in a good mood.

My makeup today is exceptionally exquisite.

She changed into a new outfit, took the cake containing the "surprise," and went downstairs.

Raindrops slanted against the car window, blurring the water droplets.

As Su Xiao drove, watching the sycamore leaves fly by outside the window, she couldn't help but make some plans in her mind.

Once the divorce is finalized, she will sell the marital home and use the money to renovate the two villas.

The lights in the old Yan family mansion shone with a warm yellow hue through the rain.

Su Xiao followed the maid into the main hall.

"Oh, who do we have here?"

Xia Zhi's mother, Lu He, came downstairs carrying a fruit platter.

His gaze swept over her rain-drenched shoulder, his tone carrying a deliberate surprise.

"Why are you so soaked? Didn't Ming Shen come to pick you up?"

Su Xiao didn't reply, but looked up and gave a meaningful glance behind her.

Zhou Manyun's expression visibly darkened.

Lu He was Old Master Xia's second wife.

Although young and beautiful, she lacks worldly experience.

Grandpa Xia's eldest daughter was a year older than her.

This has always been a laughing stock in the industry.

Su Xiao is still nominally the eldest daughter-in-law of the Yan family.

She deliberately asked a question she already knew the answer to in this situation, which embarrassed Su Xiao.

That was a slap in the face to the Yan family.

"Mrs. Xia should mind her own business."

Zhou Manyun walked past her to Su Xiao and familiarly took the cake from her hand.

"We can leave these kinds of things to the servants from now on. Our Yan family doesn't care for such petty things."

She was speaking to Su Xiao, but her words were laced with sarcasm towards Lu He.

Su Xiao pursed her lips but didn't say anything more.

The Yan family did not invite many guests, and most of them were members of their own family.

Inside the main hall, toasts were being exchanged, and Yan Mingshen, dressed in a dark gray bespoke suit, sat in the head seat.

Xia Zhi sat next to him, smiling as she fed him mousse cake.

Yan Mingshen doesn't like sweets.

In the past, Su Xiao would deliberately avoid making sweet dishes when cooking.

But this time he only frowned slightly before turning his head and taking a bite from Xia Zhi's fork.

Indeed, love and not love are different.

Su Xiao sneered inwardly.

Zhou Manyun placed the cake she brought on the table in front of Yan Mingshen.

"Please sit down."

Grandma Yan raised her eyelids slightly, her tone indifferent.

"Thank you, Grandma."

Su Xiao obediently agreed.

Yan Mingshen watched as she sat down in the opposite corner, the seat furthest from him.

I feel inexplicably irritable.

It's been over a week since the funeral ended, hasn't she made enough of a scene yet?

Zhou Manyun sat down next to her and took a sip of tea:

"I heard you've been working on planning at the Xu family's recently? I wonder if you've taken to heart what the old lady told you last time."

"yes."

Xia's mother immediately chimed in, her smugness barely concealed.

"Unlike our Zhizhi, who knows Mingshen is busy and always tries to find ways to share his burdens."

She changed the subject and looked at Su Xiao.

“Unlike some people, who are married but still devote themselves to outside relationships. Anyone who doesn’t know the situation would think that the Yan family has mistreated her.”

"Mom is right."

Su Xiao's fingers tightened around the water glass, the coolness of the glass seeping into her heart through her fingers.

The Yan family members were all concerned about her pregnancy.

They wanted to use the child to control her and exploit her connections.

But it's okay, we'll get through today.

She was completely free.

She looked at Yan Mingshen, who was looking down, seemingly lost in thought.

He ignored the surrounding discussions, as if those harsh words were just a discussion about the weather.

It's always like this.

It's always the same.

She watched him, like an outsider, enjoying the happiness with his family and the girl he cherished.

Her grievances and embarrassment never caught his eye.

She couldn't live like this for even a day longer.

Almost everyone had arrived.

Su Xiao reached out and took a cake knife from the waiter's tray. Her sleeve slipped down a little, revealing the fair skin on her wrist.

She took the initiative to get up and walk towards Yan Mingshen.

The dimples at the corners of her lips were shallow, and her eyelashes swept across the faint shadows under her eyes as they fell.

Happy birthday, Yan Mingshen.

She unpacked the cake and placed the cake knife in his hand.