Chapter 27 If you want to cause trouble, I'll play along!
Jiang Shiyuan couldn't help but laugh out loud.
How arrogant, conceited, and narcissistic must this man be to think that after all these disgusting things happened, her asking for a divorce was just her making a scene?
Damn it!
Xie Jinghuai's handsome face suddenly darkened. He disliked her smile at that moment; although it was beautiful, it was full of irony.
"That depends on whether President Xie is aware of the situation."
Jiang Shiyuan stubbornly raised her chin slightly, "If you keep dragging your feet on getting a divorce, I will not only continue to make a scene, but I will make it bigger and bigger, and it will become more and more ugly."
"Mr. Xie is a man of considerable standing; isn't he truly afraid of a tarnished outcome later?"
This is a full-scale declaration of war.
Xie Jinghuai's breathing became heavy. "Tongtong, you really don't want it anymore?"
"No, I don't want it."
The man paused, then gave a forced, mocking smile.
What woman in the world could truly abandon her own flesh and blood? Jiang Shiyuan was just being stubborn and putting on a brave front.
Last night, when I heard that Tongtong wasn't feeling well, I rushed over to check on her.
He wanted to see how long her backbone could last!
"If you want to cause trouble, I'll play along, but can you bear the consequences?"
"That's no need for Mr. Xie to worry about. You should focus your attention on Miss Lin."
Jiang Shiyuan, unlike her usual mild-mannered self, smiled brightly. "I think she just can't win Grandma's heart. After all, you've been husband and wife. Should I put in a good word for her with Grandma and help you two get married as soon as possible, so that the Xie family can have a son and a daughter soon?"
"Stop being sarcastic, Jiang Shiyuan."
In the dim light, Xie Jinghuai's face was gloomy and unclear. His strong arm was propped up on the side of her head, as if imprisoning her. "You came to have dinner with Grandma tonight, but actually, you wanted to tell on me, didn't you?"
From now on, if you're ever angry, come at me directly. Do you think it's appropriate to complain to Grandma? Are you a three-year-old?
Actually, Jiang Shiyuan really wanted to ask.
What exactly happened after his car accident that made Lin Zhixin feel like a thorn in her side for so many years?
Faced with the man's questioning, she ultimately swallowed her words, as if she had swallowed a thousand needles.
Is it even meaningful to ask or not?
She understood Xie Jinghuai's personality; if he didn't like something, he wouldn't even glance at it, no matter how hard she tried to help him.
Even if you know the truth, the result will be the same.
The only person he could ever love was Lin Zhixin; his love for her was unwavering.
Jiang Shiyuan crouched down, quickly crawled out from under the man, and disappeared in a flash.
The dim yellow light shone on Xie Jinghuai, leaving only a handsome and sharp silhouette; everything else was blurred.
...
On the other side, at the Lin family villa.
Lin Zhixin was applying a face mask while scrolling through comments about herself on her phone, unable to suppress a smug smile.
"With President Xie taking charge, daughter, you really turned the tide instantly!"
Liu Nianrou used a small fork to pick up a piece of fruit and brought it to her daughter's mouth, beaming from ear to ear. "Now you can hardly find any negative comments about you online, they're all criticizing Jiang Shiyuan. Oh, it makes me so happy!"
It's clear that my son-in-law values you the most, Xinxin; he dotes on you.
"Mom, you can say that to me, but please don't call Jinghuai 'son-in-law' in front of him, or he'll be unhappy," Lin Zhixin reminded her reproachfully.
"Okay, okay, Mom will remember. Mom will never hold my precious daughter back!"
Liu Nianrou was extremely smug and gloating, "Have you seen the comments? Now everyone online is cursing Jiang Shiyuan for being a pheasant trying to become a phoenix, wishful thinking. Not a single person believes she is President Xie's wife."
“Nobody believes it, but she really is Mrs. Xie now.” Lin Zhixin’s gaze darkened, and she suddenly realized that the fruit in her mouth was no longer sweet.
Liu Nianrou rolled her eyes. "Tch, she's all show and no substance. Look how much President Xie treats her. As long as President Xie doesn't make it public, who knows what's really going on?"
"Daughter, let me tell you, that marriage certificate means nothing. A man's home is where his heart is. Back then, I won over your father's heart and stomach to enter the Lin family, successfully marry into it, and that's how you got this comfortable life with everyone around you. So you don't need to worry about Jiang Shiyuan's relationship with President Xie. If you don't take a chance, how can you even step into the Xie family?"
Lin Zhixin, who considered herself an intellectual and talented woman with a high opinion of herself, was somewhat unconvinced by these words:
"If I can stand on my own in my technical field, help Brother Jinghuai, and give the Xie family an boost, then I will naturally rise to prominence, and that old woman in the Xie family won't be able to stop me even if she wanted to."
"Tsk, silly child, have you gone stupid from reading too much?!"
Liu Nianrou gently poked her forehead with her fingertip, "Why give up being a pampered socialite and go out to suffer? Winning over President Xie is the most glorious achievement of your life. What achievement can compare to that?!"
Back then, Jiang Shiyuan's mother was a scholar. To help Yuntu Oriental establish itself in Beijing, she locked herself in the research lab day and night, working on research and development until her face turned sallow and her hair turned white. And what did she get in return? She became the chairman and boss's wife of Yuntu Oriental—wasn't it her mother who did it?!
Lin Zhixin looked disdainful, but her heart was pounding.
She and her mother planned and schemed for six whole years before she became an important person in Xie Jinghuai's life.
However, even though she had captured the heart of Jiang Shiyuan's son, Xie Jinghuai knew that he hadn't divorced Jiang Shiyuan yet. To say he wasn't in a hurry would be a lie.
Now that their marriage has finally shown signs of breaking down, she should strike while the iron is hot and put in more effort.
"Mom, when I went to the US with Jinghuai a while ago, he took me to see a well-known local doctor."
Liu Nianrou was startled and lowered her voice, "Didn't you notice anything?"
Lin Zhixin pursed her lips. "No, but the doctor said... my body is almost fully recovered."
A moment of silence fell over the room.
"Okay, Mom got it."
Liu Nianrou's eyes darted around, and she took her daughter's hand. "Don't worry, Mom will find a way to help you."
...
Jiang Shiyuan didn't go home; instead, he drove around the mountain road in circles.
On the fifth lap, she drove straight up to the top of the mountain and gracefully parked the car next to the railing.
She stood on the edge of the cliff, facing the wind, her black hair flying wildly in the fierce wind, just like her complicated thoughts.
After an unknown amount of time, she picked up her phone and dialed Ye Yu's number.
It rang only once before the call was answered, as if the person had been waiting for her call; their voice was warm and gentle.
"Ah Yuan, your senior brother is here."
She took a deep breath, her eyes sharp. "Senior brother, I have an important matter to entrust to you. I hope you can help me with this."
*
For the next week, Jiang Shiyuan was busy with her own things and had a fulfilling day.
She had no time for her soon-to-be-divorced husband and her heartless son.
Xie family side—
Xie Jinghuai continued his normal work and life, and did not contact Jiang Shiyuan.
He waited every day, waiting for that woman to bow her head, slink back to his side, take care of their son, and humbly beg for reconciliation.
After all, her love for him and their son had been so intense over the past five years.
He was convinced that she wouldn't last long.
Monday arrived in the blink of an eye.
After finishing the group's routine meeting, Xie Jinghuai returned to his office and took out his phone to browse through it.
Jiang Shiyuan didn't call, not even a WeChat message.
The man's brows betrayed his restlessness and anxiety.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door, and Han Xu hurried in:
"Mr. Xie, Ye Yu has arrived and says he wants to see you now."
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