An Laowu was her only friend in the Imperial Capital. Only a few years older than her, he was the grandson of her master’s old acquaintance. His surname was An, and his given name was Bisu.
The name was an unfortunate homophone for “bound to lose.” As he was the fifth-generation grandson of the An family, he had given himself the nickname “Old Five” to make himself seem “wise beyond his years.”
On the other end of the line, he cried out in defense, “My little ancestor, you were the one who said you wanted to stay out all night! And you only asked me to take the photos and handle the posting; you never said I had to wait for you…”
“Didn’t you say men care about being cuckolded the most? I’ve practically turned his head into a pasture, yet he still won’t divorce me! My money was spent for nothing!”
“What? He won’t divorce you?” An Laowu was shocked. “That shouldn’t be… Is he not a normal man?”
Not a normal man…
Jiang Wan suddenly remembered something, and the corners of her mouth couldn’t help but curl upward.
She rose from the bathtub, pulled on a bathrobe to cover her sleek body, and stepped out of the bathroom. Picking up her phone, she snapped a photo of the marks on her neck and sent it with the caption:
[Hubby, I heard you’re back in the country. Any thoughts?]
…
Lu Group.
Lu Yanzhou set his phone on the desk, his fingertips tapping rhythmically against the surface. His gaze was fixed on the selfie she had sent.
The marks were clearly visible against her snow-white skin, carrying a hint of seduction.
His eyes darkened obscurely.
A knock sounded at the office door.
He lifted his eyelids. “Enter.”
Jiang Zhen pushed the door open. “Third Master, I went to the Jiang residence. The Jiang family didn’t give the Madam a hard time—and even if they did, she brought it on herself! I checked, and it turns out the Madam sent the news to the paparazzi herself.”
Having said that, he couldn’t help but grumble, “The Madam hasn’t been well-behaved at all these past few years. Who knows if she’ll actually cuckold you one day! I think it’s better if you divorce her sooner rather than later.”
Lu Yanzhou leaned back in his chair, his fingers still tapping the desk, lost in thought.
Sending suggestive photos.
Deliberately manufacturing “affair” news…
Was all this drama the little girl was stirring up just to get a divorce?
Heh, this was getting interesting.
He looked up. “I recall she’s at Imperial Capital University. Which department?”
Jiang Zhen blinked, startled. “I believe it’s the Archaeology Department. I heard the Jiang family used the back door to get her in. Her grades are abysmal; she’s failed several subjects and will likely have to repeat a few years…”
Where had the Madam’s mind been all these years? Certainly not on her studies. All she thought about was having fun and trying to cuckold the Third Master!
Lu Yanzhou gave a low hum of affirmation. “Notify the school office. My lecture tomorrow for the Finance Department is being moved to the Archaeology Department.”
Jiang Zhen stood there, jaw-dropped.
Surely the Third Master hadn’t actually taken an interest in that flighty woman!
The next morning, Jiang Wan sat at the dining table with a depressed expression, stabbing at the food on her plate with a look of resentment.
She had sent that photo; any normal man wouldn’t have been able to endure it and would have come back furiously to settle the score!
But a whole night had passed.
He had read it and hadn’t replied!
Wasn’t the Third Master supposed to have a bad temper?
She had provoked him repeatedly, and he had enough green on his head to graze a whole herd of horses, yet he could still hold back!
Was he some kind of stoic turtle?
In a fit of pique, she changed the old man’s contact name to “Mr. Green Hat.”
Just then, her phone rang.
It was her university classmate, Xu Yi.
“Wan-bao, you’ve been skipping class for a week! Are you trying to get killed?”
Xu Yi was a friend Jiang Wan had made during her three years at the university. She came from a wealthy background and was the “little rich girl” among their classmates. She was blunt and outspoken, but lacked any malicious intent.
Most juniors were busy writing their graduation theses, but she and Xu Yi were the only ones who had failed their courses. They were sisters in misfortune, and their bond had deepened while trying to make up the credits together.
In truth, Jiang Wan had completely forgotten she still had classes during this time.
Jiang Wan massaged her temples. “I’ll go tomorrow.”
“Don’t wait for tomorrow, come today! Otherwise, you’re going to miss out! I heard a new professor is coming to give a guest lecture, invited by the university itself! He’s only giving one lecture, and he chose our Archaeology Department! Word is, that professor is super handsome!”