Quick Transmigration: Why Give Up on the Yandere Male Lead?

[This novel is 1v1 + the author is bad at writing summaries]

"From now on, Your Majesty will be responsible for being beautiful as a flower, and I'll be responsible for arranging flow...

Chapter 542 The Scumbag's Handbook: President, Shall We Get Gay? (25)

“That’s fine too. I won’t provoke her anymore, lest she miscarry because of it. What will happen if President Jiang has no descendants?” Shen Ye shrugged. “However, since I’m thinking so much for President Jiang, why don’t you have mercy and let me go?”

Jiang Chen heard what he most wanted to hear, but didn't want to hear it.

Shen Ye continued, "But I see that President Jiang loves my body so much, he probably won't let me go. So how about you get a divorce?"

"Divorce?" Jiang Chen's face darkened. "Impossible."

That makes sense. The Lin family is so wealthy, and their financial power in City A is among the top. Jiang Chen wouldn't be so foolish as to give up a conglomerate for him.

Jiang Chen finished dressing, opened the door to leave, but suddenly seemed to remember something, turned back, and said, "I can give you anything except a divorce. I won't be coming here for the next few days." Then he left without looking back.

"......"

Shen Ye originally wanted to say a few more words to him, but suddenly found that her words were powerless.

He provoked Lin Weihan so much tonight, so Jiang Chen will probably stay home to coax her.

But it's good this way; it's peaceful without him.

After a sleepless night, at three in the morning, Chen Xingshen sent a text message saying he hoped Shen Ye wouldn't be angry. He explained that he had acted impulsively and had been abrupt. He hoped the two of them could still be like before, and also reminded Shen Ye of her flight to Country A to visit the pyramids the next day.

In the morning, after finishing breakfast, Chen Ye started packing his luggage. He was determined to have a great time on this trip.

The next day, the two drove to the airport. It wasn't until they boarded the plane and watched City A gradually shrink in the distance that Shen Ye believed he was really going on a trip abroad.

Previously, traveling abroad was a luxury, because his meager royalties simply couldn't support him.

Upon arriving in Country A, the sandstorms were intense, giving Shen Ye the impression that the country was extremely poor, with roads resembling those in rural areas of our country.

The desert stretches as far as the eye can see, with hardly a blade of grass to be seen. All day long, there is nothing but sand and wind.

But this does not affect the status of pharaohs, pyramids, and temples in Shen Ye's mind.

On the third day, Shen Ye arrived at the famous Abu Simbel temples. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have been able to imagine its magnificent scale.

The entire temple is located in the desert and is carved from rock. Many of the statues and other artifacts have been weathered away, but this does not diminish its magnificence.

I heard that when the Abu Simbel temples were discovered, they were buried in the sand. If it weren't for the discoverer, the temples would never have seen the light of day again.

We saw the pharaoh's mummy and burial goods, visited various archaeological sites, rode camels, took a hot air balloon ride, went dune buggying, kayaked out of the Red Sea, and even went scuba diving with oxygen tanks...

Ten days have passed since I finished doing all this.

The two of them rushed back from a foreign country, not even having time to eat a bite of food, and went straight home to wash up.

Shen Ye couldn't take it anymore; he felt like his hair was full of fine sand that he couldn't wash out.

As soon as I opened the door and went inside, before I even turned on the lights, I saw a person sitting on the sofa in the living room. He had his back to the door, and the cigarette in his hand was flickering.

Even without looking or asking, Shen Ye knew who this person was. He put down his suitcase, took his clothes, and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

After he finished washing up, Jiang Chen was still sitting on the sofa smoking. Judging from the cigarette butts in the ashtray on the table, he must have been sitting there for quite a while.

But Shen Ye didn't seem to care. He dried his hair and then buried himself under the covers, pretending to be asleep.