Chapter 1 My husband is back with his mistress

"Again?"

The man's voice was deep and pleasant.

The silence reveals a desire that has not yet disappeared, and has a kind of bewitching power.

Jiang Ciyou glanced at the floor, the lace underwear overlapping with the suit, the torn dress, and the high heels rolled under the sofa.

Everything tells of the intensity and madness that just happened.

"No, I'm tired." Jiang Ciyou refused.

This man's physical strength is really getting better and better.

She almost cried for mercy just now.

Having said that, the little hand still rubbed the man's strong abdominal muscles without hesitation.

The man grabbed her rebellious little hand.

Her voice was filled with desire, but still full of magnetism: "Don't flirt, I'm not sure I can control myself."

Jiang Ciyou smiled.

Her face was already bright and charming. At this moment, her black eyes were like stars, her red lips were like fire, and her thick black waves spread on her snow-white back, making her skin look like cream. Her petal-like red lips were lazily raised, pulling at a tiny teardrop mole at the corner of her eye.

This smile was like the reappearance of Daji, bewitching people.

The man looked at the lazy cat-like woman in his arms, and had the urge to pounce on her again and eat her up.

"Don't be so stingy. I'll miss you so much when I can't touch you anymore."

Jiang Ciyou was still smiling.

The man's expression suddenly froze and his face turned cold in an instant.

"What's the meaning?"

Jiang Ciyou lifted the thin quilt, stood up, and quickly put on his clothes.

Then she took out a check from her bag and walked over to the man.

"Baby, here is five million as compensation for you. Of course, this villa is also yours."

She placed the check in the man's hand.

But at this time, the man was not at all happy to receive the huge gift.

"Jiang Ciyou, do you want to dump me?" The man's voice was terribly low.

He was obviously trying to control his anger.

Jiang Ciyou still looked as cheerful as ever.

She pinched the man's chin soothingly and gave him a kiss: "My husband is back, and it's not convenient for me to play outside anymore. Let's stop here."

The man's expression grew even darker.

Jiang Ciyou pecked his beautiful thin lips again: "Be good, if you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can still call me."

After saying that, Jiang Ciyou stood up, took her bag and walked out of the room.

After taking only two steps, I heard the sound of something breaking in the room.

Jiang Ciyou did not stop.

Just smiled helplessly.

She raised him for three years, but there was no true love between them, and there was some pretense. Such an abrupt breakup without any warning was indeed hard to accept.

Come out of the villa.

Jiang Ciyou drove directly to the airport.

Her husband, Yan Feng, had been abroad with his mistress for three years. Now, unable to withstand the pressure from his family, he finally returned.

"Jiang Ciyou, although you and I are childhood sweethearts and have been dating for two years, I don't have any feelings for you at all."

"The only one I like is Xia Ling. If Grandpa hadn't forced me, I would never have married you."

"I won't touch you. This is my promise to Xia Ling."

"All I can give you is the title of Mrs. Yan. If you can't stand the loneliness, you can go out and find a boyfriend. I will never interfere. Of course, you can't interfere in the affairs between Xia Ling and me."

This was what Yan Feng said to him on their wedding night.

Although three years have passed, she still remembers every word clearly.

The Jiang family and the Yan family have a very good relationship. Three generations of family heads are close friends. In Jiang Ciyou's generation, the Jiang family gave birth to a daughter and the Yan family gave birth to a son. From the moment the child was born, the two families arranged a marriage.

In order to cultivate the relationship between the two children, they were allowed to play together since childhood, and took turns living in each other's homes during the winter and summer vacations.

Their relationship has always been good, and they even started dating naturally after going to college.

Until Xia Ling intervened between them.

To be honest, it was she who pushed Yan Feng to Xia Ling's side.

Xia Ling is their high school classmate.

She came from a poor family and was timid, but she had excellent grades and was the only student admitted to an aristocratic school.

Like a little white rabbit breaking into the Colosseum, she is always bullied by those arrogant geniuses.

It was Jiang Ciyou who helped her time and time again, and even fought for her.

The two became best friends in high school.

Later, I was admitted to the same university.

As her best friend in high school, Xia Ling and Yan Feng are naturally very familiar with each other.

But at that time, they had no signs at all.

During the summer vacation of their sophomore year, Jiang Ciyou and Yan Feng signed up for the summer camp organized by the school.

As departure approached, Jiang Ciyou sprained his ankle and gave his spot to Xia Ling.

Originally, she didn't want to go, and Yan Feng didn't want to go either, but Jiang Ciyou was afraid that Xia Ling would be bullied by others, so he forced Yan Feng to go with him to take care of her.

As a result, the two of them got together after taking care of each other for a while.

It happened that summer that Jiang Ciyou experienced the biggest setback in his life.

Jiang Xiaoxiao is back.

At the darkest moment of her life, Yan Feng suddenly broke up with her and said that he wanted to be with Xia Ling.

She couldn't bear the blows.

Cut my wrists.

He didn't die, but things took a turn for the better.

The strict father and mother were heartbroken, after all, they had watched her grow up as their daughter-in-law since she was young.

Old Master Yan even threatened Yan Feng with family shares and forced her to marry him.

In less than two months, he applied for an exchange student position at Yale University and went to the United States.

Of course, Xia Ling also went with them.

Three whole years...

Soon the car stopped outside the airport.

Jiang Ciyou's thoughts quickly returned to normal.

Today, the old man asked her to pick up Yan Feng.

Jiang Ciyou raised his wrist to look at his watch.

The timing is just right.

Jiang Ciyou looked up and saw Yan Feng pushing a suitcase out of the airport lobby.

The man was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. He had a handsome face and extraordinary temperament. His every move and gesture exuded the dignity and elegance of a young man from a wealthy family.

The originally gentle face turned gloomy the moment he saw Jiang Ciyou.

Jiang Ciyou smiled, opened the car door, got out, and then walked over.

"Hubby, long time no see, hope you are well."

Jiang Ciyou's smile was bright and brilliant.

As a broadcaster and host, her voice is naturally very nice, with a touch of deliberate coquettishness.

She is so charming and beautiful that it is hard to resist.

Even the people around her couldn't help but look in her direction twice, secretly envying the woman's husband.

Yan Feng looked at the woman in front of him, but his brows furrowed even tighter.

Jiang Ciyou looked very beautiful today, as if she had dressed up carefully just to see him.

She looks a little different than she did three years ago.

In the past, she looked pure and lovely without makeup, but now she has exquisite makeup, her hair is permed into big waves, and she is wearing all branded clothes, exuding a sense of laziness and nobility.

"Don't call me husband."

Yan Feng's voice was cold.

He turned around and glanced at the woman in a white dress beside him.

Jiang Ciyou saw her before getting off the car.

Xia Ling came back with him.

Xia Ling was wearing a loose white cotton dress. She had no makeup on, but her small face, the size of a palm, coupled with her naturally shy and innocent eyes, still looked charming.

She held Yan Feng's arm with one hand, and unconsciously stroked her slightly bulging belly with the other hand.

This action couldn't be more obvious.

Jiang Ciyou smiled and asked, "Xia Ling, are you pregnant?"