Night, at Enchanting World.
Eighth-floor private club.
Four men gathered around the card table.
“So, you’re really getting divorced?” The man with an extraordinary aura, a cigar in his mouth, tossed out a card and glanced at Jin Chenyue sitting opposite him.
Jin Chenyue lowered his gaze, drew a card, and threw it out, ending the round.
“Damn!” Jiang Ying, with an earring in his right ear, instantly flared up. “I’ve been losing all night, I’m done playing!”
“Hmm? It’s rare for the busy Mr. Jin to come out and relax with us. Can’t handle losing just a few million?” Fu Chuanzhou, holding a cigar between his slender fingers, raised his peach blossom eyes, his tone entirely teasing. “Can’t take the loss?”
Jiang Ying ignored his provocation, got up, walked to the sofa, and flopped down lazily. “A few million is enough for me to buy two horses. I’m not playing!”
“Look at this guy, just two horses, so stingy.”
Jiang Ying: “…”
Seeing that he couldn’t provoke this unlucky soul, Fu Chuanzhou didn’t press further. He shifted his gaze to the expressionless Jin Chenyue across from him. “You still haven’t answered my question. Are you really getting divorced?”
“The agreed period is up.” Jin Chenyue lit a cigarette, took a slow drag, and exhaled.
In the curling smoke, the man’s deep, chiseled face appeared somewhat distorted under the light.
“She resents the identity of Mrs. Jin.”
“No way?” Jiang Ying had just poured himself a glass of whiskey and raised it when he heard this, forgetting to drink. “She actually looks down on the title of Mrs. Jin?”
“The Gu family is the top wealthy family in Haidu, and now they’re the number one conglomerate in Y Country.”
The man sitting to Jin Chenyue’s left adjusted his frameless glasses. His refined and handsome face exuded a gentle temperament, but his words were sharp as soon as he spoke: “As the eldest daughter of the Gu family, what’s wrong with Gu Anyun looking down on the position of Mrs. Jin, the wealthiest in Beicheng?”
“Look!” Jiang Ying pointed at him. “This is a traitor!”
Hearing this, Fu Chuanzhou, with the cigar in his mouth, chuckled softly. “Our Doctor Shen is telling the truth.”
Shen Zhilu glanced at Fu Chuanzhou.
Fu Chuanzhou looked back at him, his peach blossom eyes smiling with a spring-like radiance.
Shen Zhilu remained expressionless, continuing his sharp remarks: “I’m a man. Don’t flirt with me.”
The cigar in Fu Chuanzhou’s hand trembled, ash falling onto his fingertip, burning him enough to curse, “Damn!”
It was somewhat embarrassing.
“Hahaha!” Jiang Ying burst into laughter. “Even the Prince of Romance can’t escape the Poison King’s sharp tongue!”
Jin Chenyue ignored them, stood up, and moved to the sofa.
Jiang Ying immediately poured him a glass of whiskey. “Have a drink. Since you’re getting divorced anyway, there’s no need to keep up with quitting alcohol.”
“Why is there no need?” Shen Zhilu looked at Jin Chenyue, his gentle eyes extremely serious. “Do you also think divorce is the right choice?”
“It doesn’t matter if it’s right or wrong.” Jin Chenyue raised his gaze, meeting Shen Zhilu’s eyes. “I can tell she’s been struggling these three years.”
“Even with you pampering her like that, she’s still struggling?”
Jiang Ying threw back a gulp of whiskey, unable to hold back his words any longer. Today, he had to speak his mind.
“Honestly, divorce might be for the best. She’s beautiful, and her status is prestigious enough, but your Jin family doesn’t need a marriage alliance for support. Back then, you both did it to avoid leaving regrets for your mother. Now that your mother’s health is much more stable, if you really can’t make it work, it’s better to end it sooner.”
At this point, Jiang Ying paused, observing Jin Chenyue’s expression.The latter remained expressionless.
Good, that meant he acknowledged what he had said.
Jiang Ying took another sip of wine and spoke again, “I think Wen Xinzhi is quite good. She’s now an internationally renowned designer. Although her background is a bit lacking, her talent and looks are a match for you…”
“Jiang Ying,” Shen Zhilu interrupted him, his gaze turning cold. “Watch your words.”
Jiang Ying frowned, looking utterly confused. “What’s wrong with what I said?”
“You’ve grown stupid from raising horses.” Fu Chuanzhou stood up and walked over, settling into the single-seater sofa.
He crossed his long legs, leaned back into the soft cushions, and said lazily, “Don’t add fuel to the fire. A-Yue and Wen Xinzhi are impossible.”
“How is that impossible?” Jiang Ying wore an expression that said, “You don’t know anything, but I know a lot.”
Fu Chuanzhou raised an eyebrow. “Oh? There’s a story?”
Jiang Ying snorted proudly. “Of course! You were abroad during high school, so you wouldn’t know. Back then, everyone in school knew Wen Xinzhi was our President Jin’s white moonlight!”
“Pfft—”
The imported liquor Fu Chuanzhou had just sipped sprayed out in a very inelegant manner.
“Cough, cough!” He choked half to death.
Shen Zhilu walked over, calmly took out his handkerchief, and handed it to him.
Fu Chuanzhou accepted it, wiped the corner of his mouth, and then naturally tucked the handkerchief into his own pocket.
Shen Zhilu narrowed his eyes and reminded him, “I only lent it to you.”
Fu Chuanzhou’s peach blossom eyes curved as he looked at him, his gaze filled with a hint of mischief. “I’ve dirtied it. I’ll wash it clean before returning it.”
Hearing this, Shen Zhilu merely frowned slightly and said nothing more, turning his gaze toward Jin Chenyue.
Jin Chenyue’s handsome face was dark and murderous as he stared at Jiang Ying.
Shen Zhilu raised an eyebrow slightly and glanced at Jiang Ying, wearing an expression that said, “I’m ready to see how you’ll die next.”
Jiang Ying inexplicably sensed the tense atmosphere. He placed his hands on the armrests of the sofa and sat up straight. “Wh-what’s wrong?”
“Who told you Wen Xinzhi is my white moonlight?” Jin Chenyue spoke in a low voice, each word laced with ice.
Jiang Ying frowned, suddenly feeling inexplicably panicked. “Wh-who needs to tell me? Weren’t you dating Wen Xinzhi back in high school? After all these years, you’ve helped her establish her own brand and even promoted her to chief designer…”
Jiang Ying suddenly stood up, his eyes fierce and ruthless. “Who else have you said these things to?”
A chill ran down Jiang Ying’s spine. His mind raced as he carefully recalled everything. Finally, driven by a strong will to survive, he shook his head vigorously.
“No one! I’m not a gossip. I only talk about it in front of you guys. I’ve never said anything outside!”
“You’d better not be lying to me.”
“Why would I lie to you? I…” A sudden memory flashed through Jiang Ying’s mind!
He had mentioned something to someone over the phone last time. What had he said?
Oh, he remembered!
He had said—”Wen Xinzhi was already outstanding in high school. Otherwise, Jin Chenyue wouldn’t have dated her. He’s such a low-key person, but back then, to assert his claim, he let their relationship become public knowledge throughout the school. Even the principal had to turn a blind eye…”
The moment the memory fully resurfaced, Jiang Ying felt as if he were already dead!!!