Jiang Wan lowered her head, her fists clenched tight.
Her face was grim.
Even after being cuckolded, he claimed it was just because she was young and naive, and that an occasional mistake could be forgiven…
Third Master certainly was generous…
Dammit!
The money she spent creating the scandal last night was wasted!
His own wife had “cheated” on him, yet he could actually endure it!
Thinking about the money she had thrown away for nothing, her heart bled.
It hurt, it really hurt!
Jiang Wende snapped back to his senses and let out a sigh of relief. He quickly chimed in, “How could we possibly persuade Wanwan to divorce Third Master! It is Wanwan’s blessing that Third Master is so magnanimous. Please tell Third Master not to worry; after today, we will absolutely not let Wanwan cause another scandal like this one.”
Mrs. Jiang echoed his sentiments throughout the conversation.
In the end, the couple smilingly saw Jiang Zhen out, their sycophantic faces displaying their fawning nature to the fullest.
Jiang Wan gave a self-mocking smile in her heart.
These were her biological parents…
“Jiang Wan, since Third Master hasn’t blamed you, you’d better behave yourself and be his Third Madam from now on!” Jiang Wende stopped smiling and pulled a long face to warn her. “If you dare cause another scandal like today’s and upset Third Master, don’t even think about getting the heirloom your master left behind!”
Jiang Wan’s eyes turned cold, her fists tightening secretly.
Her biological parents viewed her as a Calamity Star, a scourge to be avoided.
Yet her master in the countryside had cherished her, treating her as his own, and even her senior brothers had pampered and adored her.
Now that her master had passed away and her senior brothers were gone.
The jade pendant her master left for her had become the very thing her biological father used to threaten her…
If her master were still alive, he would surely be heartbroken for her, wouldn’t he?
“That’s right, Sister. Being Third Madam isn’t so bad. At least it’s much better than the hard life you had in the countryside.”
Jiang Qing took her hand and tried to “enlighten” her, every word seemingly for her own good. Having already pushed her into a pit of fire, how could Jiang Qing possibly hope for her to climb back out?
Jiang Wan pursed her lips, concealing the resentment and coldness in her eyes as she gave in. “Understood.”
She turned and left.
She didn’t want to stay in this sickening home for even another second!
…
When Jiang Wan returned to the Lu Mansion, Butler Chen and the servants were pacing around the living room in a frantic state.
The moment she appeared, everyone let out a collective sigh of relief.
Butler Chen hurried forward, looking like he was about to cry. “Madam, you’re finally back!”
Although it wasn’t the first time Madam had stayed out all night, they had received news that Third Master had returned to the country!
They say Third Master has a terrible temper. If he were to get angry and take it out on them…
The mere thought was terrifying.
Jiang Wan looked indifferent. “I played too late with someone last night and stayed at a hotel.”
Usually, hearing such words would make Butler Chen feel somewhat embarrassed.
For a married woman to act so dissolutely—if word got out, her reputation in the capital would be ruined.
But this time, he was unexpectedly calm. “I know, but I’m here to remind you this time: Third Master has returned to the country!”
Jiang Wan’s smile froze.
The old man was back?
No wonder he sent his secretary to the Jiang family to deliver his message right after the news broke.
So he was back!
“Madam, take my advice. Third Master is not someone to be trifled with, and he has a temper. While he was abroad, he couldn’t control your affairs, but now that he’s back, please be more well-behaved!”
Butler Chen tried his best to persuade her.
Jiang Wan lowered her gaze.
Be well-behaved?
It was impossible for her to be well-behaved.
Until the divorce was finalized, she wouldn’t be well-behaved at all!
Jiang Wan went back to the bedroom, took off her clothes, and soaked herself in the bathtub. She picked up a mirror to examine the marks left on her body.
That “headliner” from last night really bit hard.
Her phone rang, and the caller ID showed “Old Five.” Her anger flared up instantly. She answered the call and unleashed a torrent of abuse, “You damn bald donkey! You have no loyalty! Did you really just dump me and run last night?”