“Does your wife know about your part-time job?”
His gaze fixed on her face, lingering meaningfully. “Does your husband know you’re spending the night out with a man?”
Jiang Wan gritted her teeth. “So what if he knows? Ours is a marriage of convenience, and besides, I’m planning to get a divorce!”
At the mention of the word ‘divorce,’ a hint of coldness surfaced in the man’s eyes, an indecipherable and profound depth. “You want a divorce that badly?”
She said righteously, “It’s not like I married him willingly. Besides, I haven’t even seen his face yet. Why can’t I get a divorce?”
Lu Yanzhou remained silent for a long while before letting out a soft laugh. “What a coincidence. I’m also in a marriage of convenience.”
A marriage of convenience—a marriage in name only, where each party lived their own life and did their own thing.
They held the legal status of a married couple but did not interfere with one another.
Jiang Wan was surprised. How could his wife bear to be in a marriage of convenience with a man this handsome?
“Then your wife…”
“She’s seeing another man behind my back.”
“…”
Cheating even with such a handsome husband!
Was she blind?
Lu Yanzhou leaned toward her. “She’s cheating on me and pushing for a divorce. What do you think I should do?”
The man’s sudden proximity made her instinctively shrink back. The space felt increasingly cramped, and that close-up, handsome face was soul-stirring, enough to tempt anyone into sin!
She snapped her eyes shut and squeaked, “Professor Yan, please behave yourself—”
Click.
She opened her eyes again.
The seatbelt was already securely fastened around her.
Meanwhile, the man straightened up as if nothing had happened and started the car to leave.
Jiang Wan was left to deal with her own embarrassment.
“Where do you live?”
“…Dongdu District, Lu Mansion.”
Lu Yanzhou glanced at the rearview mirror and made a U-turn ahead. “Your husband is a member of the Lu family?”
Jiang Wan’s heart skipped a beat. “You know him?”
He was calm and unhurried, as if talking about someone else. “I’ve heard of him.”
Jiang Wan leaned in mysteriously. “Then have you heard that he’s a jinx to his wives?”
His brows furrowed, his eyes hollow and inscrutable. “You believe in that stuff?”
So, she was afraid of being jinxed to death, which was why she was manufacturing scandals to distance herself from him?
And here he thought she was interesting.
Turns out she was just another shallow and vulgar woman…
“I don’t,” she said, resting a hand on her temple. “I’ve never believed in fate.”
Her master had said that no life in this world could be defined as “worthless.” Birth is determined by heaven, but fate is held in one’s own hands.
Besides, one dead fiancée might be an accident, two might be a coincidence, but four? That was no coincidence!
There must be something fishy going on!
Maybe they were just played to death by that old man!
Lu Yanzhou glanced at her, guessing she was indulging in unrealistic thoughts again.
Perhaps in her heart, he, her husband, really was some kind of monster.
If she ever found out the truth…
Now, that would be interesting.
The car arrived outside the main gate of the Lu Mansion.
Jiang Wan immediately pushed the door open and got out without the slightest hesitation.
The man called out to her, “Wait.”
She turned back. “What is it?”
“Let’s exchange contact info.”
Jiang Wan hesitantly took out her phone and scanned his WeChat QR code.
His profile picture was a pyramid.
His nickname was LYZ.
His Moments weren’t activated…
It looked like a secondary account at first glance.
“Safe travels, I won’t see you out,” Jiang Wan said and turned to leave.
Lu Yanzhou watched her figure rush into the courtyard as he answered a call from Elder Lu. “Did you see your wife?”
His eyelids lifted slightly. “I did.”
“How was it?”
How was it…
He rested his finger on his chin, his mind flashing with the memory of her pleasure beneath him that night. Her charming, pure, and lovely image as she whimpered through her tears was vividly framed in his mind’s eye.