At two in the morning, Mu Wanqing, who had only just fallen asleep, was once again awakened by the cries of her children.
Groggily, she sat up and took her daughter from the nanny’s arms. In her dazed state, she skillfully unbuttoned her clothes and began breastfeeding the baby.
The room fell quiet again. Just as she closed her eyes, still half-asleep, there was another sound at the door.
Thinking it was the nanny bringing in the brother of the Dragon-Phoenix Twins, she turned her head and was met with a familiar figure.
Mu Wanqing’s heart tightened. Her gaze fixed on the man’s handsome yet indifferent face—
At two in the morning, her husband had finally decided to come home…
Two hours earlier had marked their second wedding anniversary. Clearly, he had completely forgotten about it.
When Wen Zhan met her gaze, his expression froze for a moment before the two of them, as if by mutual understanding, looked away.
The man strode into the bedroom on his long, straight legs, and the strong smell of alcohol immediately filled the air.
Mu Wanqing frowned inwardly, disgusted by drunken men.
Wen Zhan approached, glanced at the empty crib, and asked in a low voice, “Where’s our son?”
Without even looking up, the woman replied coldly, “Aunt Zhou took him to soothe him.”
After she spoke, the room grew even quieter, but Mu Wanqing’s exhausted and drowsy mind was now fully awake.
Wen Zhan, standing idly by, said nothing more. He tugged off his tie with one hand and began unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time with his slender fingers.
Though he didn’t deliberately look at her, her open collar while breastfeeding and her jade-white skin seemed to glow, drawing his attention.
The baby suckled noisily, the sound of swallowing echoing clearly in the silent night. The eager way the infant fed inexplicably stirred an appetite in him, making him wonder if her “milk” was truly as delicious as it seemed.
Realizing what he was thinking, Wen Zhan grew irritated, silently cursing himself for being perverted, and turned to head for the bathroom.
A loud “bang” as the door slammed shut not only startled Mu Wanqing but also made the chubby little body in her arms tremble.
The woman glared coldly at the closed bathroom door, frowning—What’s wrong with him? No one provoked him!
A “ding” from her phone diverted her attention.
At this late hour, it must be spam.
But when she freed a hand to check it, her mind exploded as if she had been slapped.
[Wen Zhan drank too much. Make him some sobering tea, or he’ll have a headache tomorrow morning.]
Sender—Lu Kejun.
Mu Wanqing stared at the screen for a long time, her fingers gripping the phone so tightly her knuckles turned white.
This was a blatant challenge and humiliation from her love rival, clearly saying: Look, your husband is with me.
And the condescending tone treated her like a servant, as if Lu Kejun were the real mistress of the house.
After a while, Mu Wanqing calmed down, forcing back the anger simmering in her chest, and replied: [Should I step aside and let you take the position of Young Mistress Wen?]
There was no further response, likely because Lu Kejun was also furious—after all, she was a married woman too.
Mu Wanqing tossed her phone aside, her expression indifferent.
Although she had won that round, her heart still felt heavy.
On their second wedding anniversary, her husband had been drinking and enjoying himself with the woman he truly loved, late into the night…
What were they talking about? Was Lu Kejun’s husband there too? Or were they alone together?
A flood of questions crowded her mind…
In the bathroom, the man stood under the showerhead, steaming hot water cascading over his tall, lean frame, washing away fatigue and the haze of alcohol, yet inexplicably stirring faint traces of desire.
Closing his eyes, his handsome face tilted toward the water stream, he couldn’t help but recall the scene from earlier—though she was clearly a cunning and manipulative woman, in that moment, she had radiated a maternal glow.
What the hell!
Wen Zhan’s expression turned cold abruptly, and he reached out to adjust the water temperature.
Soon, icy cold water poured down, instantly washing away the restlessness, frustration, and even hunger in his eyes, leaving only indifference and detachment.
He deliberately lingered in the bathroom, intending to wait until the woman outside had fallen asleep before emerging.
But he had underestimated the difficulty of breastfeeding two infants simultaneously.
When the bathroom door opened, Mu Wanqing had just finished feeding her son. Her daughter, who had been fed earlier, had already been taken away by the nanny to sleep.
Without even glancing at the man, she cradled her son and settled him carefully on the bed.
The man, carrying a chill from the cold water, approached the bed with a tall, imposing presence that felt overwhelmingly oppressive.
The mattress shifted slightly under his weight.
Her heart trembled faintly along with it.
Though they had been married for two years, their interactions were few and far between. Every time they shared a space, she remained this cautious.
Their union lacked any emotional foundation, and their families were far from being well-matched.
The reason she had been able to marry into this wealthy family was rooted in a life-saving bond between their grandfathers.
Decades ago, Wen Zhan’s grandfather and her own had served together as veterans in the War of Resistance. On the battlefield, her grandfather had risked his life to save Old Mr. Wen, losing a leg in the process and becoming permanently disabled.
After being discharged, the two old comrades lost contact.
It wasn’t until a few years ago, when her grandfather was critically ill and hospitalized, that Old Mr. Wen finally located his former comrade. Sadly, their reunion lasted only a few days before her grandfather passed away.
Old Mr. Wen was consumed with guilt, believing that if he had found his comrade sooner, he could have repaid more of the debt of gratitude.
This guilt quickly transformed into deep affection for Mu Wanqing, and from then on, Old Mr. Wen treated her as his own granddaughter.
Unfortunately, two years ago, Old Mr. Wen was diagnosed with stomach cancer and given little time left.
His only wish was to see his comrade’s granddaughter settled into a good marriage before he passed away.
Not wanting to let such a blessing go to an outsider, the old man actively encouraged a match between Wen Zhan and Mu Wanqing, hoping they would build a life together.
Through a mix of coercion and persuasion, this marriage came to be.
But Wen Zhan had someone else in his heart, and Mu Wanqing knew she was out of her league.
They had initially planned to play along until the old man passed away, after which they would divorce amicably.
Unexpectedly, they ended up in an intimate situation, and by sheer coincidence, she became pregnant with twins.
Divorce was no longer a simple matter.
Where this marriage would go from here, no one knew…
Every time Wen Zhan returned, Mu Wanqing braced herself for him to bring up divorce at any moment, her heart suspended in uncertainty.
In reality, he couldn’t even be bothered to speak to her.
Just like tonight, though they shared the same bed, the icy atmosphere was enough to freeze the very air in the room.
In the suffocating silence, Mu Wanqing confirmed that her son was sound asleep and gradually withdrew her gently patting hand.
Her innerwear had gotten damp during breastfeeding, so she leaned over to fetch some soft cotton tissues to use as padding, casually switching off the bedside lamp as she did.
Wen Zhan, still wrapped in the haze of alcohol, had already fallen asleep, lying straight on his back with his eyes closed and breathing deeply.
Mu Wanqing settled back and stole a glance at him, noticing he had closed his eyes to sleep. Only then did she quietly adjust her damp pajamas in the darkness.
Just as she was nearly done, the man’s displeased voice cut through the silent night: “What are you still fussing with? Go to sleep!”
Startled, she quickly turned to explain, “Almost finished…”
Since their son was sleeping on her other side, she instinctively shifted closer to the man while lying down to avoid crowding the little one. But in her nervousness, she moved too far. As she settled, her hand reached out for support and accidentally pressed against his arm.
“Hiss—”
The woman froze in panic and hurriedly apologized, “Sorry, it was an accident. You…”
Wen Zhan flared up in anger, “The bed is so big. Do you have to press against me?”
Mu Wanqing was startled by his sudden outburst but quickly composed herself, explaining again, “I was just afraid of squishing our son. If you’re so averse to me, you can sleep in another room.”
That was the truth.
After all, they had no feelings for each other—why share a bed?
With so many rooms in the house, couldn’t he sleep elsewhere?
Hearing this, Wen Zhan’s intense displeasure radiated palpably even in the dark. “Mu Wanqing, what right do you have to kick me out? Do you think giving birth to the Dragon-Phoenix Twins has secured your position as the lady of the house?”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Then what did you mean?”
It was almost three in the morning. Having been up multiple times throughout the night to breastfeed, Mu Wanqing was physically and mentally exhausted. She had no desire to argue with the man. After a brief silence, she suddenly said, “Wen Zhan, let’s get a divorce.”