Madam Fu is a person of considerable restraint, definitely not the unreasonable old lady he described. She wouldn’t believe that an old lady who’s afraid of disturbing her by even making a phone call would suddenly plan to intercept her at the station without a word.
There’s definitely sothing fishy going on here!
Fu Yi smiled slightly, surprised that the little fox had grown smart. He replied slowly, "I didn’t stir things up either. I just told her we have a six-month agreent."
Jiang Nuan hung up the phone, still fuming, unable to believe he so blatantly sought external help. But since they never agreed that he couldn’t cheat, she could only swallow her anger in silence, like eating a bitter herb.
Two hours later, the bus stopped at the south gate of the provincial hospital, where the hospital leaders and dia reporters were waiting at the entrance.
Jiang Nuan, carrying her bag, quietly got off the bus and slipped away through the north gate.
She doesn’t like being famous, nor does she like being surrounded by long and short caras. Most importantly, she doesn’t plan to develop her career dostically, and appearing on TV is rely a burden for her.
She walked to the roadside, imdiately spotting a BMW Mini parked on the street, opened the car door, and plopped herself inside.
"Drive."
Lemon, dressed in a professional won’s outfit, glanced at her sideways, swiftly stepped on the gas, and the car shot off like an arrow.
"I called you this afternoon, and didn’t you say the Old Madam of the Fu family was going to pick you up? Why the last-minute change of plans?"
Jiang Nuan took a packet of chewing gum from her drawer, tossed a piece into her mouth, and mumbled, "I told Grandma I had plans to have dinner with you and would return later."
"Tsk, tsk," Lemon clicked her tongue. "So you’re still going back tonight."
Jiang Nuan was silent; that’s about what it ant.
"You keep talking about divorce, but does it really an anything? You’re all set to go ho and reconcile, and it’s just a matter of ti. Since you can’t let go, why make such a fuss?"
Who doesn’t understand reasoning? Jiang Nuan felt stifled, opened the car window for fresh air, and propped her elbow on the window, "In life, nine out of ten things don’t go as planned; I’m unlucky, most people, eight out of ten. As for , it’s nine point nine out of ten, rounding up I could be considered completely unlucky."
Lemon spat a playful remark at her, "Jiang Nuan, you can complain to here, but don’t say that outside, in case soone hears it. I’d fear for you not seeing the next day’s sun! Seriously, how thick-skinned must you be to say sothing so shaless? Your husband has money and looks, is a future mayor, doesn’t lack power, yet you’re telling you have nothing fortunate in life? If anyone’s going to be drowned in a pig cage, it certainly wouldn’t be you. Let’s be honest, did you hide abroad all this ti because you spoke too carelessly and were afraid of getting beaten if you ca back?"
Jiang Nuan was amused, pushed her playfully, and rolled her eyes, "According to you, I should go burn three sticks of incense in front of a Bodhisattva to thank her for blessing ."
"No," Lemon said earnestly, "you should visit your family’s ancestral grave to see if your ancestors can’t rest in peace because of soone like you, so shaless and never satisfied. If I were your ancestor, I’d be so angry I’d burst out of the coffin and give you a suplex!"
"..."
"You managed to snag a man like Director Fu among all the dregs, and you’re still not satisfied. If it were , I’d kiss your feet every day to soak up so of that divine aura from the big Buddha."
Jiang Nuan was disgusted by her, couldn’t help but snap back, "Ha, I think you’d just catch foot odor. Can you be any more sleazy?"
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