Chapter 15 How could my wife be so vicious?
Ignoring Sang Zhiming, Sang Qian entered the right-hand hall and was about to go up to the third floor when she saw Xu Manrong coming down from the second floor.
The moment Xu Manrong saw Sang Qian, resentment and anger welled up in her heart.
It's all because of this bitch. Not only did she get a severe scolding from her aunt last night, but this morning when she went to apologize to Sang Zhiming, she found that although he didn't blame her, his attitude towards her was obviously cold.
She was able to live so comfortably in the Sang family not only because of her aunt's care, but also because she kept Sang Zhiming happy. However, last night, Sang Qian destroyed her image of "considerate, filial, kind and grateful" in Sang Zhiming's eyes with just a few words.
She walked up to Sang Qian and said, "Sang Qian, I know you've always been jealous of how good your uncle is to me, but do you think that by sowing discord a few times, your uncle will share his love for me with you?"
Sang Qian almost burst out laughing. "Don't worry, no one will fight you for those cheap things."
Xu Manrong was humiliated by the contempt and disdain in her eyes, and a surge of jealousy and hatred rose in her heart.
Why is she someone who has no parents, nothing, and has to please the Sang couple to enjoy a comfortable life in the Sang family?
Sang Qian, despite being a widowed child who lost her mother, was still able to inherit 15% of the Sang Corporation's shares upon reaching adulthood, and easily marry into a top-tier wealthy family in Beijing to become a rich wife, even though I took away her home and her father's love.
Why is Heaven so unfair?
The more nonchalant Sang Qian appeared, the stronger Xu Manrong's jealousy and resentment grew.
Doesn't she care about the love between the Sang family and Sang Zhiming? Isn't it just because she's now latched onto the Jin family?
"Sang Qian."
Xu Manrong took a step closer to her and sneered, "You disrespected your biological father and deliberately sowed discord in the family. Jin Changyu saw your vicious behavior last night. What do you think he will think of you?"
Wealthy families place the utmost importance on filial piety and moral character.
How could my wife be so vicious?
Before Sang Qian could speak, a deep voice came from the direction of the stairs. She was stunned for a moment, and when she turned her head and saw the man on the stairs, her gaze froze slightly.
Jin Changyu was wearing a black tracksuit and shoes today. His hair was not his usual serious slicked-back style. Instead, his hair was parted in a 3/7 ratio, which made his already stunning face look even more delicate and three-dimensional.
This was the first time Sang Qian had seen him dressed like this. He was graceful and energetic, with the air of a young man fresh out of school.
Jin Changyu walked over and stood beside her before raising his eyes to look coldly at Xu Manrong opposite him. "If I remember correctly, you were the one who started this last night."
"No matter how good I am to you, it's not as good as your own father. You're the one who said things that you shouldn't be filial to him."
"You're the one with malicious intentions, trying to sow discord. How dare you smear my wife?"
Xu Manrong met those cold, sharp black eyes, and her heart skipped a beat. "No, no, brother-in-law, I..."
"Please address me as Mr. Jin."
Jin Changyu coldly interrupted her, "After all, you're not my wife's sister."
Xu Manrong's face flushed red and then turned pale.
Sang Qian glanced at the man beside her.
She wasn't too surprised to see him defend her.
After all, in public, he always gave her the dignity that a wife should have.
As the president and his wife of the Jin Group, there are always social occasions that require them to attend together, so in public, they always appear to be a loving couple.
"Let's go, Uncle is calling us to have breakfast."
She felt nauseous just talking to someone she disliked.
"Um."
Jin Changyu nodded and went out with her.
Left behind, she clenched her fists, her eyes red with anger as she stared at Xu Manrong as they walked away side by side.
After breakfast, the group went up the mountain with offerings to pay their respects.
My grandparents are buried together; their grave is halfway up the mountain.
Perhaps because she hadn't exercised in a long time, Sang Qian felt a tightness in her chest as she carried the light paper money up the mountain.
Before long, she fell behind the group.
Jin Changyu, who had been following behind her, saw her patting her chest and panting after taking a few steps. He reached out and took the offerings from her hands, then opened the water bottle he was carrying and handed it to her.
"Have a sip of water and calm down."
Sang Qian's throat felt a little dry, so she didn't stand on ceremony, thanked him, and took the drink.
Do you want me to carry you on my back?
Upon hearing the man's words, Sang Qian choked on the warm water.
"Cough cough..."
She quickly waved her hand in refusal, "No, no need... cough cough..."
She was going up the mountain to offer sacrifices; why would she need someone to carry her?
Don't go too far.
Seeing that her face was a little red from coughing, Jin Changyu reached out and patted her back, "Don't you know how to drink slowly? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
Sang Qian caught her breath, glanced at the group who had already put some distance between them, and quickly put the lid back on the water bottle and handed it back to him.
"let's go."
After she finished speaking, she went to retrieve the offerings she had been carrying.
Jin Changyu didn't give her any, saying, "Just take care of yourself."
Sang Qian glanced at the items in his hands. What he was carrying was already the heaviest among everyone, and she felt embarrassed to add to his burden.
"I can't very well go empty-handed, can I?"
"Then you take the kettle."
Jin Changyu shoved the kettle into her hand.
Sang Qian, "..."
"That's not what I meant..."
"If we don't leave now, we'll fall behind."
Jin Changyu took the things and went upstairs first.
"..."
Sang Qian glanced at the group of people walking further and further away ahead, said nothing more, and silently followed Jin Changyu's footsteps.
They finally arrived at the cemetery. Everyone put their things down and rested. Sang Qian noticed that Jin Changyu was covered in sweat, and the few stray hairs on his forehead were wet.
In the sunlight, a bead of sweat slid down his well-defined jawline and dripped onto his clothes.
"Wipe your sweat."
Sang Qian took a tissue and handed it to him, glanced at him, and sincerely said, "Thank you for your hard work."
As the youngest and strongest man present, he volunteered to carry the heaviest items.
These were things he shouldn't have done, especially since he was a distinguished young master and the president of the Jin Group.
It must have been tough on him.
Jin Changyu took the tissue but said, "It's what I should do."
"Have some water."
Sang Qian handed over the water bottle before suddenly realizing that it wasn't appropriate for them to share a bottle of water now, especially since she had already drunk quite a bit of it when they first came up the mountain.
"Uncle has some bottled water, I'll go get it for you."
She withdrew her hand and was about to turn towards Sang Jingshan when the water bottle in her hand was snatched away.
"No need, this is fine."
Jin Changyu took the kettle, unscrewed it, and tilted his head back to drink.
Sang Qian was about to speak when she glanced up and inadvertently caught sight of his Adam's apple bobbing as he drank water. Her words caught in her throat for a moment, and finally, she pursed her lips, looked away, and said nothing more.
After resting for about ten minutes, everyone began to divide the work and work together to clean the tombstones and arrange the offerings...
Sang Qian was arranging paper figures to the side. When she got up, she inadvertently glanced at Jin Changyu, who was lighting incense in front of the tombstone. For a moment, she was lost in thought and suddenly remembered the Ghost Festival two years ago.
On the Ghost Festival of the first year she married Jin Changyu, Jin Changyu, who had just taken full control of the Jin Group, was busy acquiring a crucial project. Not wanting to distract him, she didn't tell him about returning to her hometown to pay respects to her ancestors.
She came back by herself that year.
The following year, during the Ghost Festival, Jin Changyu was also busy, and she still felt embarrassed to bother him.
After all, ancestor worship is a matter for her maternal family, and as her son-in-law, it is understandable that he does not return.
But Jin Changyu took the initiative to tell her that he would be going to her hometown to inspect the project during the Ghost Festival, and asked if she was going back to her hometown to pay respects to her ancestors. If so, he would go back with her.
Sang Qian was overjoyed that time. While paying respects at her grandparents' graves, she kept telling them in her heart that she had found happiness, that she would have children with the man beside her, grow old together, and be happy for the rest of her life.
Ironically, she said those things only a year before divorcing Jin Changyu.
"Come and offer incense to Grandpa and Grandma."
Jin Changyu turned around and handed her a set of lit incense sticks.
Sang Qian suddenly came to her senses, took the incense, and stood in front of the tombstone to pay her respects.
She started rambling again:
I'm sorry, Grandpa and Grandma, I overestimated myself last year and hurt my back.
Jin Changyu and I are divorced, but please don't blame him. There's no rule in this world that says anyone has to like anyone else.
It's not wrong for people not to like me.
Considering his sincere prayers to you today, I hope you will also bless him with all good things to come.
Also, I'm going to work in the western region next week for about a year and a half. I won't be able to come back to pay my respects to you during the Ghost Festival next year, nor will I be able to visit my second uncle. I hope you will bless my second uncle with good health and all the best...
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