Since the loan couldn’t be processed on the same day, Shen Jiaojiao booked a hotel room near the new apartment. Jiang Liang worked efficiently and got everything done the next day. He prepared a company income statement for Shen Jiaojiao, and the bank quickly approved the loan.
“Let’s go with a 15-year loan.”
Shen Jiaojiao planned to make a down payment of 200,000 yuan. After deducting the agency fee and taxes, she would have over 20,000 yuan left, which should be enough as her initial capital. However, she hadn’t yet decided what to do with it.
The next day happened to be a Friday. Jiang Liang called and asked her to go to the housing administration office for the property transfer. Shen Jiaojiao brought Xiao Yueyue along. She intended to involve Xiao Yueyue in all family matters, big or small, from now on. After all, although Xiao Yueyue was only eight years old, she was no ordinary child.
“Mom, I’ll earn lots of money in the future and buy you a villa.”
On the bus, Xiao Yueyue kept her face pressed against the window, watching the scenery outside, when she suddenly said this.
She knew buying a house cost a lot of money, and her mother had spent all her savings. In the future, she would definitely earn a lot of money so her mother could live comfortably and enjoy life at home.
“Okay, I’ll be waiting. But it has to be legal money. I won’t accept anything illegal.”
Shen Jiaojiao gently patted the little girl’s head, emphasizing the word “legal.” She knew Xiao Yueyue would understand—this child was far more intelligent than most.
Moreover, she needed to instill the right values and legal awareness in Xiao Yueyiao from a young age. In her previous life, Xiao Yueyue had grown up without proper guidance, which led her to seek revenge recklessly and ultimately meet a tragic end.
Such a smart and adorable Xiao Yueyue deserved a bright and prosperous future.
She would do everything she could to guide Xiao Yueyue.
“Yeah, I won’t do bad things.”
Xiao Yueyue nodded vigorously. She wasn’t a bad person, so of course she wouldn’t do anything wrong.
But her mother had said that teaching bad people a lesson wasn’t a bad thing—it was called punishing evil and promoting good, an act of chivalry.
When the mother and daughter arrived at the housing administration office, the original homeowners were already there—a man and a woman, along with Jiang Liang.
Both the man and woman were in their thirties, dressed exquisitely and carrying an air of sophistication. This former couple likely came from decent family backgrounds.
“Hello, I’m Xu Bowen.”
The man’s eyes flashed with admiration as he extended his hand. Beside him, Yang Qian looked on with jealousy, her smile vanishing as she glared at Shen Jiaojiao.
Shen Jiaojiao shook hands with Xu Bowen and then offered her hand to Yang Qian. Yang Qian snorted lightly, turned her head away, and said impatiently, “If you couldn’t make it on time, you should have said so earlier. You’ve made me wait so long.”
“Sorry, I was delayed on the way.”
Shen Jiaojiao frowned slightly. She sensed Yang Qian’s hostility, but this was their first meeting, and she wasn’t actually late. They had agreed to meet around 2:30 p.m., and it was now 2:35.
She just wanted to complete the property transfer smoothly and didn’t want to argue over a minor issue, so she apologized. After all, she could adapt to the situation without losing anything.
Xu Bowen glanced at Yang Qian and said with a smile, “We just arrived too. We agreed on around 2:30, so Miss Shen isn’t late.”
Yang Qian’s expression darkened even further, and her gaze toward Shen Jiaojiao grew more hostile. She blurted out, “I’m not selling anymore.”
Shen Jiaojiao’s expression also changed. She said unhappily, “I paid a 20,000 yuan deposit. If you breach the contract, you’ll have to compensate me double.”
Although she really liked this apartment, it wasn’t something she absolutely had to have. If they didn’t want to sell, fine—she could even make a clean profit of 40,000 yuan.”It’s for sale, let’s go handle the transfer now.”
Xu Bowen’s eyes held a warning. The only remaining connection between him and Yang Qian was this apartment. Once the property was dealt with, he and Yang Qian would be completely severed.
Even if it meant selling for twenty thousand less, he was determined to sell this house. If he didn’t cleanly break ties with this crazy woman, he wouldn’t be able to live in peace.
“I don’t agree to sell! Xu Bowen, this house is jointly owned. I don’t agree!” Yang Qian raised her voice, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
She absolutely would not sell the house to that vixen. The way Xu Bowen had looked at Shen Jiaojiao just now had set off all her alarms. It was possible Shen Jiaojiao and Xu Bowen were in cahoots, and this house was just being transferred from one of Xu Bowen’s pockets to another.
Shen Jiaojiao was no longer angry. She didn’t want to buy this apartment anymore, but she couldn’t be the one to break the contract. She had to make this crazy woman be the one to back out.
Jiang Liang was also displeased. “Mr. Xu, Miss Yang, if you haven’t reached an agreement, you shouldn’t have listed the property for sale. I’ve already completed all the procedures on my end.”
Not only was it a waste of his time and effort, but there were also several thousand in agency fees at stake. It wasn’t easy to come across a client as straightforward as Miss Shen. To see the meat practically in his mouth about to fly away—how could he not be anxious?
“Sorry, we are definitely selling the house. Just give us a moment, five minutes!”
Suppressing his fury, Xu Bowen dragged Yang Qian aside and said angrily, “What’s your problem now? Didn’t we agree to sell the house?”
“We can sell to anyone else, just not her.”
Yang Qian pointed at Shen Jiaojiao, her eyes filled with rage.
She was now more convinced than ever that Shen Jiaojiao was Xu Bowen’s mistress. It had only been two months since the divorce, and the adulterous couple was already involved. She would never let this pair of scoundrels get away with it.
“What’s wrong with you? Has Miss Shen offended you in any way?”
Xu Bowen was both angry and helpless. If he had known earlier that Yang Qian was a lunatic, he would never have proposed. Now she was a hot potato he couldn’t seem to shake off.
Yang Qian snorted coldly. “Don’t think I don’t know about your relationship. Xu Bowen, you put on quite a show, didn’t you? Did you have fun treating me like a fool?”
Xu Bowen gritted his teeth, his face turning ashen. If not for the upbringing that taught him never to hit a woman, he really wanted to slap this crazy woman hard across the face.
Back then, he had fallen in love with Yang Qian at first sight, captivated only by her beauty and unique personality. Her family background was also excellent, a perfect match for his. They had married after knowing each other for just a month, and indeed, they enjoyed a period of romantic bliss after the wedding.
But it didn’t take long for Yang Qian to reveal her obsessive need for control and her paranoid, neurotic tendencies. As a professor at an art academy, he had many beautiful female students and attractive life models—all part of his job. But in Yang Qian’s eyes, his daily work was nothing but promiscuity.
At first, he patiently tried to reason with her, but it was like talking to a brick wall. Yang Qian remained stubborn, and her controlling behavior escalated. She demanded to check his phone and pager every day, frequently made surprise visits to his workplace, and when he returned home, she would sniff him like a dog, not even sparing his underwear.
This kind of life lasted for a month. Driven to the brink of madness, he asked for a divorce. In response, Yang Qian went to his school and complained to his superiors, accusing him of having affairs with female students and abandoning his family, spouting nonsense without a second thought.Fortunately, the school leadership wasn’t fooled by this lunatic and even tried to persuade her. When Yang Qian failed to achieve her goal, she threatened him with suicide, saying she would kill herself as soon as they divorced.
Xu Bowen really wasn’t afraid of this threat. Life was Yang Qian’s own, so if she wanted to die, so be it. He didn’t care about his reputation either—if he couldn’t make it in the country, he could always go abroad.
With none of her schemes working one after another, Yang Qian had no choice but to agree to the divorce. They had only been married for four months, and their only shared property was this house.