Chapter 3 My husband and sister's child, what should I call him?
Under the warm yellow sunlight of the afternoon, the five large characters "Divorce Agreement" stood out prominently.
Jiang Xingyao sat down on the sofa opposite him. Looking at the man's unpredictable expression, she urged him slowly, "If there are no problems, then please sign it, Mr. Jin. I, as the hostess, will step aside, and your little lover can also be legitimate. It's a win-win situation, so Mr. Jin doesn't need to hesitate, right?"
Seeing that Jin Qingyu hadn't made a move for a while, Jiang Xingyao found a pen herself and handed it directly to him.
Jin Qingyu, however, grabbed her wrist and pinned her hand to the table. Leaning over across the coffee table, he asked, "Mrs. Jin, did I say I wanted a divorce?"
The distance between the two suddenly closed, and Jiang Xingyao could see her own reflection in the other person's eyes.
It was so clear that she could see the determination in her own pupils.
Jiang Xingyao said, "Take a look at this agreement first. I guarantee it will be entirely beneficial to you. President Jin is a businessman; he should know that deals like this are rare. Just sign it..."
“Jiang Xingyao, I have never agreed to the divorce.” Jin Qingyu interrupted Jiang Xingyao.
He released Jiang Xingyao's hand, sneered, and pushed the divorce agreement on the table back in front of her: "Leaving with nothing, Mrs. Jin, do you think you're so great and noble? Unfortunately, I've never thought about divorce, so your bargaining chips are useless to me."
Without even looking at Jiang Xingyao's reaction, he said to the kitchen, "Lin Ma, take these dishes downstairs and heat them up, then bring them to Madam."
The divorce agreement that she had been clutching all the way back was back in front of her. Jiang Xingyao looked at the eye-catching words and added, "If you are not satisfied with this divorce agreement, you can have someone draft it. Just give me the house in Wangshan Manor, and you can have whatever you want with the rest."
In this circle, which divorce doesn't involve splitting marital property 50/50? Jiang Xingyao felt she had already been very considerate.
If Jin Qingyu refused to give up his position for his mistress and not take a single penny from her, it would really be unreasonable.
“It seems Mrs. Jin still doesn’t understand. I have no intention of getting a divorce. No matter what conditions you offer, this will be the same outcome,” Jin Qingyu said.
Perhaps genuinely believing that Jiang Xingyao couldn't understand human language, Jin Qingyu directly took the divorce agreement and tore it to shreds under Jiang Xingyao's gaze.
The drifting debris fell like a heavy snowfall before Jiang Xingyao's eyes.
Jiang Xingyao felt a tightness in her chest, neither able to breathe nor able to exhale.
Lin's mother came over and took away the packed food from the table.
Jiang Xingyao was somewhat incomprehensible: "Jin Qingyu, you were unwilling to get married back then, and you were even late on the wedding day. Isn't it good that I'm setting you free now? Why don't you agree?"
She didn't really want to bring up the past.
But in this stalemate, she felt she had to remind Jin Qingyu that they were never a loving couple.
Jin Qingyu ignored Jiang Xingyao's words and took out a red velvet box from his pocket, placing it in front of Jiang Xingyao: "I noticed you took off your wedding ring this morning. That style is a bit old. Here, take this."
Wedding ring…
When the red velvet box was opened, the diamond on the ring, almost as big as her fingernail, was so bright it nearly blinded Jiang Xingyao.
It seemed to reflect his current astonished expression.
Since marrying Jin Qingyu, she has never taken off her wedding ring.
But yesterday, while taking a shower, she casually placed her wedding ring on the sink.
Jin Qingyu brought her milk in the bedroom that morning; he must have noticed it then.
Jiang Xingyao was a little stunned. Jin Qingyu took her left hand and put the wedding ring on her ring finger.
A cool touch came through, and the ring fit her finger almost perfectly, without any gaps.
A strange bittersweet feeling welled up in Jiang Xingyao's heart as she recalled their wedding day.
They hadn't even met before the wedding, yet the wedding ring he had prepared fit her hand perfectly.
At that moment, she almost thought that Jin Qingyu also cared about her.
But the truth is, as the current head of the Jin family, the number one conglomerate in the capital, he doesn't need to bother finding out a woman's size himself; he can simply instruct someone else to do it.
Just like now…
Jiang Xingyao smiled and said, "It's such a perfect ring. Is Mr. Jin going to be all smug about it again? But I don't like diamonds."
Reaching out, she took off the ring, which was still warm from its heat, and tossed it back to Jin Qingyu: "No matter why you don't want a divorce, I'm determined to get one. Don't waste your time on me, Mr. Jin."
The diamond ring struck Jin Qingyu's chest, then fell to the ground with a dull thud.
Jiang Xingyao lifted her foot to walk past him and leave, but the man suddenly reached out and wrapped his long arm around her waist, pulling her body against his chest. The scent of ebony filled her nostrils, making Jiang Xingyao's head buzz.
The man leaned down and kissed Jiang Xingyao's red lips, then pressed her down onto the sofa.
A feeling of suffocation washed over her, and tears welled up in Jiang Xingyao's eyes.
She looked completely bewildered, her gaze fixed blankly on Jin Qingyu.
They had been married for a year, and apart from a couple of occasional sexual encounters, they had almost no intimate contact.
Even their first consummation of the marriage didn't happen until a month after the wedding, and it was only after Grandpa did something to sabotage it.
It can be said that Jin Qingyu never took the initiative to kiss Jiang Xingyao.
The sudden and fierce kiss left Jiang Xingyao somewhat bewildered. Her eyes reddened, and she struggled to pull one hand away, then slapped it at the man's face without thinking.
A sharp crack broke the enchanting atmosphere.
Jiang Xingyao's voice was a little hoarse: "If you're in heat, you can go find your little lover. Why are you acting crazy with me?"
No matter how fierce her voice was, when her gaze met Jin Qingyu's wolf-like eyes that seemed to gleam with a sinister light, Jiang Xingyao felt a little guilty. She hugged her knees and sank deeper into the sofa.
Jin Qingyu didn't leave. He sat down beside her and gently stroked her soft hair with his large hand: "Yaoyao, don't always say things I don't want to hear."
He doesn't want to listen anymore?
Jiang Xingyao felt completely bewildered.
She reached out and brushed Jin Qingyu's hand away, about to retort, when a shrill phone ring broke the silence in the room.
Jiang Xingyao lifted her eyelids and saw Jin Qingyu take out his phone. The words on the screen were a familiar name.
Seeing that he had answered the phone, Jiang Xingyao scoffed again, "Is there something going on at the company again?"
"There is something I need to take care of," Jin Qingyu replied casually.
Jiang Xingyao nodded: "Then Mr. Jin should go and take a look as soon as possible, and it would be best if he could bring me back a nephew."
No, look at my mouth, what am I saying? I can't even figure out the proper generational order.
But then again, if my sister and my husband have a child, what should I call him? Son or nephew?
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