Meng Jie sat in the chair, staring calmly at Yi An, her lips moving as she uttered a flat sentence.

"Her son works for that company."

Yi An took a second to realize who this so-called "she" was.

"So, what really stirred your emotions wasn't marital affection, but rather the marital property!"

Meng Jie remained silent in the face of his sarcastic remarks.

"You must go."

It was another order.

Yi An became agitated and questioned sharply, "Ms. Meng, I am not your puppet. I have my own life. Why do you keep controlling me and interfering with my life?"

Meng Jie was like a stagnant pool, unable to stir up the slightest ripple.

"Because you are my son."

Even her voice was unusually steady.

When Yi'an heard this, her heart skipped a beat, and a strange sense of loss welled up inside her.

He chuckled self-deprecatingly, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, which were filled with icy coldness.

“I am your son, but that doesn’t mean you can control me forever.”

"You can choose not to be controlled by me, but the woman beside you will disappear."

Yi An was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized that she was talking about Su Yan.

He looked at Meng Jie in front of him and suddenly felt a huge panic. Was this still his mother? This was clearly a monster!

He nodded heavily. "I finally understand why you drove him away."

He glared at Meng Jie fiercely, then turned and stormed off, slamming the door shut with a deafening roar.

Meng Jie remained in that position, sitting there, her lowered eyelashes casting a shadow under her eyes.

Yi An rushed out of the Yi family home and immediately called Zhao Bo.

"Come to the usual place right away."

The so-called "old haunt" is a bar owned by Yi An, where Zhao Bo and he often gather.

When Zhao Bo arrived, bewildered, Yi An had already downed several glasses of wine.

Zhao Bo snatched the wine glass from his hand and said disdainfully, "You've ruined all the good wine. What's the difference between you and eating pig swill?"

When Yi'an ran out of wine, she didn't try to grab any more; instead, she turned and grabbed an empty cup.

Anyway, there are plenty of cups; it's his family's business.

Zhao Bo sighed helplessly and watched him quietly as he tried to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

"You went back to the Yi family's for dinner again?"

Yi An laughed upon hearing this, pointing at him with her finger: "Good brother, you understand me best."

Zhao Bo slapped his hand away without any politeness. "What's the matter this time?"

Every time Yi'an returned to the Yi family, something was always going on, and she often drowned her sorrows in alcohol.

Faced with his family's chaotic and complicated situation, Zhao Bo could only express his deepest sympathy and offer a few words of comfort, but he was powerless to help in any way.

Yi An tilted her head back and gulped down a large mouthful of wine, then casually unbuttoned two buttons on her shirt.

"Ms. Meng asked me to take up a position at He Zimo's Chengyan Technology."

Zhao Bo was startled, "Your Ms. Meng has finally decided to take the initiative!"

Yi An sneered, "What do you mean by taking the initiative? She was just provoked by Che Yue and doesn't want her to have an easy time, so she's using me as a tool. She's used to it."

Zhao Bo looked at him with sympathy. He and Yi An were childhood friends, and their families were prominent clans.

In such upper-class families, it's quite normal to have mistresses, illegitimate children, or even a third or fifth mistress.

However, Yi An's family situation seems to be a special case. Even Zhao Bo, who is used to seeing such things, began to sympathize with Yi An for living in the shadow of his family.

Zhao Bo took the initiative to change the subject: "What about Su Yan? I haven't heard you mention her recently. Did the plan fall apart? Or did you take pity on her and decide not to bring her to Ms. Meng's side?"

Upon hearing Su Yan mentioned, Yi An's lips immediately curled into a smile.

"Letting her go is impossible. I've never seen a woman like her before. She's born to go head-to-head with Ms. Meng. Even if I wanted to let her go, Ms. Meng wouldn't agree now, and the law certainly wouldn't."

He chuckled smugly. "Well, she's my legal wife, so she deserves her bad luck."

Zhao Bo sighed deeply and took the wine glass from his hand again.

"Alright, it's getting late, let me take you home right away."

Yi An did not resist, letting him pull her along, and reminded him, "Don't take me home, take me to Su Yan's house."

Zhao Bo could only nod helplessly, "Okay, okay, but big brother, why are you so heavy!"

As agreed, Zhao Bo simply dropped Yi An off at Su Yan's doorstep, leaving without even turning his head back.

Yi An looked at the double image of the door in front of her and patted it with a smile.

As soon as Su Yan opened the door, she saw a drunkard lying at her doorstep, and her brows immediately furrowed.

"You've mistaken me for someone else! Where do you live?"

Her tone was still irritable, as if she was still angry with her earlier words.

Yi An propped her heavy head up with her hand and looked at her innocently, "I don't have the key, so I can't go home."

Is he trying to act cute with her?

For a moment, Su Yan questioned the meaning of life.

She suddenly knelt down patiently, coaxing him like a child, "Then where are your keys?"

Yi An emptied both pockets completely, then spread her hands and said, "I don't know."

Su Yan realized that he was trying to cling to her.

"Then go find a hotel, or find Secretary Zhao."

Su Yan thought for a moment and offered a few suggestions.

Yi An wouldn't listen to any of them, and used every excuse to shut Su Yan down.

"The hotel has no money, and Secretary Zhao... can't go; he'll eat me alive."

The moment he hugged her tightly, a corresponding image suddenly flashed into Su Yan's mind.

She waved her hand haphazardly, banishing the thought from her mind.

I can't think about it, I can't think about it. Has she been reading too many of those kinds of novels lately?

"Then you can sleep at the door for the night."

Su Yan left with those words, then turned and walked away coldly and ruthlessly.

Before the door could be closed, Yi An grabbed it.

"If you sleep by the door, your mouth will become crooked. If your mouth becomes crooked, will you still like me?"

Yi An blinked, looking very serious, as if she was really looking forward to Su Yan's answer.

Su Yan was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Wait for me."

She turned and went inside. Yi An's lips curled up quickly, as if she had succeeded.

When Su Yan came out with her sleeping bag, he realized that he hadn't succeeded; it seemed he had been overthinking things.

Su Yan threw the sleeping bag directly at his face, saying, "Sleeping on this will prevent your mouth from becoming crooked."

After saying that, he slammed the door shut without any politeness.

Yi An stared blankly at the sleeping bag in her hand, then suddenly a smile curved her lips.

He shook his head and sighed, "What a heartless woman!"

He staggered to his feet and swayed as he returned home.

As soon as the door closed, Su Yan came out again, looking at the empty hallway with a cold smile.

"Men really are all big pigs!"