At the thought, Jing Mo edged closer.
“Oh, Manager Liu, you’re really too modest. Yesterday was the president’s third wedding anniversary, wasn’t it? And yet he didn’t go home to spend it with his wife—he spent it with you instead. Everyone knows you’re the one the president likes,” a voice inside continued.
At that, Jing Mo narrowed her eyes. The key information had finally come up!
Yesterday had been the third anniversary of Jing Mo and Chi Yan’s marriage!
She’d accomplished what she came for today. She hadn’t expected it to be this easy! Jing Mo couldn’t help feeling secretly delighted.
She’d originally planned to stay on the top floor for a while, then go snoop around where the employees worked for information. But now she didn’t need to.
There were a few more remarks from inside, but they were all inconsequential. Seeing that there was nothing else to learn, Jing Mo decided to leave.
Without another word, Jing Mo turned and walked away.
When she got downstairs, the young woman at the reception desk was surprised to see her.
“Madam, are you leaving already?”
“Yes. He’s busy, so I won’t disturb him. Thanks for your help today. I’ll head home now.” Jing Mo smiled and waved to the young woman before leaving.
The smile on Madam’s face made the receptionist’s heart beat faster. She really was beautiful.
The driver was surprised when Jing Mo came out so soon. It was a first. Usually, Madam would stay with Sir for two or three hours before she was willing to leave.
Despite his surprise, the driver didn’t show it.
When Jing Mo told him to take her home, he started the car.
All the way back, Jing Mo thought things over.
It was now the third year of Jing Mo and Chi Yan’s marriage. Jing Mo was still perfectly normal; she hadn’t gone mad with jealousy and turned into a villainess. In the book, it wasn’t until their fifth year of marriage that she was driven completely insane and turned evil.
Jing Mo was the typical rich young lady: beautiful, from a good family, talented, and kind-tempered.
Too bad she had terrible taste in men!
Though, it wasn’t really her fault. She was just a character in a book, a tool in the author’s hands, there to catalyze the romance between the male and female leads.
Before, when Jing Mo had been just a reader, she really had hated the character. At first, she’d hated her for being so lovesick; later, she’d hated her for being so vicious. Plenty of readers had commented on Jing Mo: “An angel’s face, a devil’s heart. She’s so wicked.”
But Jing Mo no longer thought that way. Now she was Jing Mo, the character in the book. To her, Jing Mo was simply a poor woman who couldn’t have the man she loved and had gone mad over him.
As for the male lead, Chi Yan, Jing Mo now saw him as nothing but a spineless scumbag who wouldn’t stand up to his family for the female lead and instead took out his resentment on Jing Mo.
At that thought, Jing Mo’s gaze darkened.
Fine. Since she’d transmigrated into the book, she wasn’t going to let the opportunity go to waste.
From now on, she was Jing Mo! She would change the tragic fate Jing Mo had met in the book!
The car soon arrived back at the villa. Jing Mo got out and headed straight upstairs.
The servants were surprised to see her back already. Madam had never returned so quickly after going to see Sir!
Even Nanny Wang looked astonished, but none of them dared ask. They were afraid Madam might be upset.
Jing Mo went straight to the bedroom upstairs.
She searched through the rooms on the second floor and eventually found her walk-in closets.
One room was for clothes, another for designer handbags, and a third for her jewelry.
Jing Mo’s eyes lit up at the sight of the enormous dressing room, but her face fell when she saw that almost all the clothes were black.
Because Chi Yan liked black, Jing Mo had changed her own wardrobe to match his favorite color.
And what had she gotten for it?
Chi Yan didn’t appreciate it at all.
Tsk, someone as gorgeous as Jing Mo should be wearing all kinds of bold colors!
Jing Mo went over and looked through the clothes. She found that many still had their tags on, completely new.
Along the opposite wall stood rows of designer shoes, most of them black high heels.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she saw that she was almost 170 centimeters tall. Jing Mo pursed her lips. She didn’t need high heels.
An idea came to her. She could sell the lot of them later.
Jing Mo went into the room full of designer handbags. The dazzling array made her eyes widen. She was only an ordinary wage earner. She had a few luxury handbags, but nothing compared to Jing Mo’s collection in the book. She’d never have been able to afford these.
Now, thanks to transmigrating into the book, they were all hers.
Maybe she should sell these too?
Jing Mo frowned, then decided against it. Selling them all would probably attract attention. She’d wait for a better opportunity.
At last, Jing Mo went to the final room. Its door had a fingerprint lock, which she opened with her own fingerprint.
All kinds of Jing Mo’s jewelry were kept inside. Only she could enter.
The room was arranged like a display gallery, filled with dazzling jewels of every kind.
Looking at the jewelry, so brilliant it could practically blind someone, Jing Mo laughed aloud.
Money! All of this was money!
Chi Yan had treated Jing Mo badly where love was concerned, but he’d certainly been generous with his money. And Jing Mo’s family was wealthy to begin with, so she’d never lacked jewelry.
Jing Mo narrowed her eyes as she looked at all those jewels.
An idea took shape in her mind.
Divorce! She had to get a divorce!
Since Chi Yan didn’t love her, she’d divorce him and let him be with the female lead.
Besides, she wasn’t the original Jing Mo, and she didn’t love Chi Yan either. Why not help them find happiness together?
If she asked for a divorce herself, Chi Yan would surely be pleased. Then he wouldn’t make things difficult for her, and she wouldn’t end up as badly as the original Jing Mo.
After the divorce, she’d take all this jewelry with her. With the money in her bank account too, she could live a carefree, happy life forever.
Then she’d hire five, six, seven, eight—or a dozen—tall, broad-shouldered male models.
At the thought, Jing Mo’s smile grew wider and wider.
When she’d been reading the book, Jing Mo had been so sure she could win over the male lead. But after seeing all this, she’d changed her mind in an instant.
Why bother trying to win him over? He was just a rotten cucumber. She had so much money now—she should find herself a man who was actually clean.
No, wait. She should find eight or ten of them!
Ah, speaking of money…
Jing Mo’s eyes shifted. She didn’t know the PINs for the original Jing Mo’s bank cards. She’d have to go to the bank later and change them.
With that thought, Jing Mo turned and left the jewelry room.
Back in the bedroom, she found a stack of bank cards in the bedside table drawer.
These must all be the original Jing Mo’s cards. She’d searched the room carefully, and everything in it belonged to the original Jing Mo. Chi Yan’s bedroom was in another room, and the book had said that they slept separately.
Jing Mo pursed her lips. He’d certainly kept himself chaste for the female lead!
Still, that was fine. In Jing Mo’s eyes, Chi Yan was just a rotten cucumber now. His body might be clean, but his heart was filthy, so he was still a rotten cucumber! She’d have to find a clean man to spend the rest of her life with.
After all, a man’s chastity was the best dowry!
Jing Mo picked up the bank cards and her ID and put them all in her bag. She planned to go to the bank that afternoon.
Leaving the bedroom in high spirits, Jing Mo went downstairs. She decided to cook herself a lavish meal as a reward for transmigrating into the book.