[Yuhan, the agent has already told about the company issue. Please diate on my behalf. Can I treat you to a al when you have the ti?]
[Is it my appearance that has disturbed your family? If so, I could leave China.]
[Why have you invested another fifty million in my account? If you continue like this, I’ll get mad. I’ve said I want to make it on my own!]
Fifty million! Si Yuhan had actually given her another fifty million! In front of a tycoon, even fifty million was just paper, all for the sake of winning a beauty’s smile.
HAH!
Jian Xi couldn’t help but laugh when she saw this.
Jiang Qing clearly wants to play the saint while being anything but. Could this person be any more fake?
Considering Si Yuhan had dominated the business world for so many years and was an extrely shrewd man, how could he not see through these little tricks and tactics?
Jian Xi lanted that love-struck people, no matter how smart, had an IQ of zero. Hadn’t she once been the sa?
Yet, seeing him casually invest hundreds of millions, this fifty million now made Jian Xi feel a twinge of jealousy!
This money... she would get it back sooner or later before the divorce. Let Jiang Qing act all she wants—why doesn’t she just beco an actress!
Not wanting to see more of their nauseating exchanges, she closed the ssages and dialed Wan Yu’s number.
As soon as Jian Xi got through, Wan Yu’s cursing ca flying at her. "Si Yuhan really has so nerve, daring to ss with our Xixi! I’m going to fight him. Just you wait, if I don’t kill you today, I will..."
"Yuyu! It’s !" Jian Xi said, touched. In that mont, she felt she could almost die for Wan Yu.
"Huh?" Wan Yu paused, then asked, "Xixi?"
Jian Xi humd in affirmation.
Imdiately, Wan Yu got excited. "Are you alright? I ran into Yan Qing on the road, and he said you were in the hospital. You scared to death! I’m on my way. Wait for ."
"No need, don’t co."
Jian Xi was genuinely afraid that Wan Yu, with her explosive temper, might provoke Si Yuhan and end up getting herself hurt.
"I’m quite well. It’s just that Yan Qing was worried and insisted on staying for observation. Si Yuhan is here keeping company!"
"What? He’s keeping you company?" Wan Yu shouted even louder, as if she had seen the sun rise from the west.
Jian Xi grumbled, "With such a good opportunity, I have to order him around a bit. How else could I swallow this insult?"
Wan Yu raised her hands in approval. "Good! Make his life miserable. If he dares to disobey, just cry and make a scene. Sotis I really think you should learn from those white lotus types."
While Wan Yu was still going on, Si Yuhan entered.
He went straight for the mobile phone in Jian Xi’s hand, giving her a deep look. Jian Xi guessed that in that mont, he felt guilty as a thief.
After all, he had secrets on his phone. Sneaking around behind her back to chase after his white moonlight—such disgraceful behavior would at least make a man feel a twinge of guilt, right?
But as it turned out, Jian Xi was overthinking. He didn’t care at all whether she had seen his ssages or how much she knew. Instead, he addressed Wan Yu, who was still talking animatedly, "Is your entertainnt company so idle that you dare to co up with any idea?"
Si Yuhan hung up the phone, weighing it in his hand. "Is this how you two talk about behind my back? Did you learn all these tricks from her?"
Jian Xi felt slightly guilty.
Using soone else’s phone and then badmouthing them. By any standard, she was a bit in the wrong.
But even if she was wrong, she had to be stubborn! One must not lose face even when losing the argunt!
"My phone was dead. It was wrong to use yours without your permission, but it’s too much for you to speak ill of my friend like that. Where do you get the idea that the current you is still worthy of using sches against?"
Jian Xi spread her hands. "I’m serious about the divorce."
"So you really have no feelings for anymore?" Si Yuhan suddenly asked, his tone very serious.
A fleeting flutter in her heart—just muscle mory.
Jian Xi lifted her chin, eting his gaze. Staring at the man’s handso face, she said word by word, "Of course, I have no feelings."
"Good." Si Yuhan was calm, as if they were discussing the weather, not showing the anger she expected.
Jian Xi felt sowhat disappointed. In her previous life, and perhaps even in this one, she might never see Si Yuhan show any heartbreak, sadness, or reluctance towards her.
Si Yuhan had dismissed all the servants and chefs.
Jian Xi was stubborn too. Could she really starve to death in just one day?
Si Yuhan had still given her a chance. Just as he was closing the door, he asked again, "Are you sure you don’t feel anything?"
His gaze was piercing, as if charged with electricity, making Jian Xi’s heart race chaotically.
Jian Xi didn’t understand what he ant. In her previous life, he would turn and walk away upon seeing her; even an extra word was a luxury. Why would he care so much now if she still loved him?
"If I say I don’t feel anything, I don’t. No matter how many tis you ask, the answer is the sa," she insisted, her words unyielding.
The response was the loud SLAM of the door.
Treating his lawfully wedded wife like this... Scum! She was absolutely right to retaliate against him. One shouldn’t be soft-hearted.
But he had left, and everyone else had gone with him. How could she contact the outside world now? Forget it! It’s not like she would die without her phone.
Lying on the bed, Jian Xi took the chance to clear her mind, plan for the future, and reflect on her previous life.
Her firm resolution made her swear she would never again be trapped by love; she would destroy Si Yuhan, that bastard, and Jiang Qing, that bitch.
Yan Qing waited outside. "Boss, Miss Jiang has called many tis asking when you can go over. There are also many company matters that need your attention, and it’s hard for you to get away. Should I find a caregiver after all?"
In fact, he had already arranged for a caregiver, just waiting for Si Yuhan’s command. After all, he was quite adept at handling such perfunctory tasks.
"It’s essential to have the caregiver stay."
Yan Qing nodded. It seed the boss hadn’t changed.
Then he heard Si Yuhan say, "After all, I’m not as professional as they are."
Huh? Was he actually concerned about Madam?
"As for Qing, tell her it’s not convenient for to go over."
He had glimpsed her ssages when he snatched the phone and had deliberately not replied.
Yan Qing couldn’t fathom what his boss was truly thinking but obediently followed his instructions. "Alright."
"As for official business... it’s quite a pickle," Si Yuhan said, massaging his temples with a look of frustration. Who exactly was this lesson for!
「Until the middle of the night.」
She figured her phone should be fully charged by now, enough to order takeout. But when she unplugged the charger and picked it up, it wouldn’t even turn on!
It wasn’t out of battery; it was broken!
Jian Xi was furious, and her head started to spin again.
She didn’t know if it was because she had failed to provoke Si Yuhan and had instead provoked herself, or sothing else, but she felt feverish. Her whole body was limp, needing the support of the bed to stand, and her throat felt like it was on fire.
No lights were on in the room; it was pitch black.
Si Yuhan had promised to stay by her bed but was nowhere to be found.
An inexplicable sense of helplessness from her previous life washed over her.
His contempt, his indifference, the heart-wrenching sorrow, grief, and hatred—all stirred by the darkness. Jian Xi’s fingers curled, clenching tightly into fists...
CLICK! The light switched on, harsh and searing.
Jian Xi saw Si Yuhan walk in carrying a bowl. "You’re awake?"
He hadn’t left after all. Jian Xi was extrely surprised.
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