“No way~”
Wen Huan drew out the last syllable, ignoring Yu Mixue’s hostility. She was quite displeased: “Mixue, how did you manage to use the things I gave you until they’re so worn out? Even if I sold everything, it wouldn’t fetch much money. And you’ve been working for so many years—how come you only have a few thousand in savings?”
“I’m not trying to criticize you, but you really should reflect on yourself. Have you been putting in enough effort at work? Why hasn’t your salary increased?”
Wen Huan spoke with righteous indignation: “Mixue, from now on, when you get your salary each month, keep five hundred for yourself and hand the rest over to me. Otherwise, how will I ever save enough to escape this misery?”
After all, Yu Mixue wanted Wen Huan and Pei Jingyi to divorce as soon as possible.
Without putting in the effort, how could that happen!
Yu Mixue listened on the phone, feeling like she was about to spit blood again.
She really wanted to say, Wen Huan, what gives you the right to demand my salary?
But thinking of her ultimate goal, she could only swallow her anger: “I understand… Huanhuan, I’ll give you part of my salary from now on. But you can’t rely on me alone to earn money to buy your freedom. You could find a job yourself, right?”
Wen Huan shook her head in refusal: “Mixue, I can’t.”
Yu Mixue couldn’t hold back her frustration: “Why can’t you?”
Wen Huan: “My major isn’t suitable.”
Although Wen Huan was a university graduate, she had studied journalism.
This once-popular major had, in recent years, undergone drastic changes due to industry upheavals and the rise of artificial intelligence, leading to severe contraction and intense competition.
Not only could Wen Huan not find a decent job now, but she might even end up paying to work.
“…”
No wonder Pei Jingyi had been stuck with Wen Huan three years ago.
This woman truly had a knack for making people feel helpless.
Yu Mixue said tearfully and speechlessly: “Forget it, just stay put. But Feng Wen called me yesterday—why couldn’t he reach you on your phone?”
Although Yu Mixue had known Feng Wen for many years, he would never contact her unless he couldn’t reach Wen Huan.
At this point, Yu Mixue suddenly remembered that Wen Huan could ask Feng Wen for money to buy her freedom.
But before she could bring it up this time, Wen Huan had already hung up on her, as if she’d seen a ghost.
…
“Ugh!”
After hanging up on Yu Mixue, Wen Huan quickly threw her phone away, as if afraid of touching something terrifying and filthy.
Because after awakening, the name Wen Huan least wanted to hear was Feng Wen’s.
For no other reason than that Feng Wen was the major antagonist in this book who imprisoned and ultimately caused Wen Huan’s death.
This was something the old Wen Huan would never have imagined.
After all, Feng Wen had always been frail and delicate since childhood, and Wen Huan, being strong and protective in their village, had often shielded him.
Later, in the year Wen Huan married Pei Jingyi, Feng Wen was unexpectedly discovered to be the illegitimate son of the Feng family, one of the four major families in the capital, and was recognized as part of the family.
Despite the change in status, Wen Huan and Feng Wen’s friendship remained, and they often met secretly behind Pei Jingyi’s back.
This time, when Pei Jingyi went bankrupt and Wen Huan insisted on divorce, she planned to seek refuge with her good friend Feng Wen.
But after awakening, Wen Huan discovered that not long after she went to Feng Wen’s side, he took full control of the Feng family, gained immense power, and effectively placed her under house arrest!
Confiscating her phone, not allowing her to see anyone, and even having a custom-made chain to lock Wen Huan to the bed…
Wen Huan felt a chill run down her spine.
Although she and Feng Wen had a good relationship, it was purely platonic. Even back in the village, when Wen Huan protected Feng Wen many times and was teased by others for protecting her “little wife,” Wen Huan had never thought of Feng Wen in a romantic way!
No wonder Wen Huan eventually couldn’t bear it and tried to escape, only to panic, lose her way, and drown in the lake.
“So from now on, I must reduce my contact with Feng Wen…”
“Fortunately, this time I won’t divorce Pei Jingyi, and I won’t go looking for him. Everything should come to an end here, right?”
Wen Huan secretly speculated, but she still felt an overwhelming chill.
Just then, the clock on the wall struck half past three. To lift her spirits, she decided to go out and pick up Pei Chen from school.
After a ten-minute walk to the kindergarten, while waiting, a young mother who had been secretly watching her cautiously approached and asked, “Are… are you a celebrity?”
Wen Huan covered her mouth and chuckled.
Beautiful people are often mistaken for celebrities.
She softly replied, “No, I’m just an ordinary, beautiful woman.”
“Beautiful lady, you really are stunning!” The young mother didn’t find Wen Huan narcissistic at all; instead, she grew even more excited. “Not only do you have great natural features, but your makeup is also exceptionally beautiful! If you taught makeup online, I’d definitely sign up!”
Wen Huan blinked, somewhat surprised. “Is that possible?”
“Of course! Aren’t there plenty of beauty bloggers online these days? You’re prettier and more skilled than them—you’d definitely become famous.”
Wen Huan had always loved makeup. Not only did she enjoy looking beautiful herself, but she also loved helping others enhance their beauty. Back in college, she would often do her roommates’ makeup and even help girls who were going on dates with their looks.
Now, this young mother had given Wen Huan an idea.
“I think I could teach makeup online. I studied journalism, and I’m good at writing and editing.”
The young mother immediately voiced her strong support. “Oh my, am I about to witness the birth of a makeup master?”
Wen Huan was so flattered she felt like her little tail was about to wag.
She decided—she would become a makeup master!
With this new goal in mind, Wen Huan happily skipped and bounced all the way home with Pei Chen. Her soft hair shimmered under the streetlights, making her look like a divine maiden.
Pei Jingyi, returning home from work, happened to witness this scene.
He stood quietly in place, the unease he felt upon not seeing anyone at home instantly soothed. He strode forward and pulled Wen Huan into his arms, his voice low. “Why didn’t you let Pei Chen come home by himself after school? Why did you have to go pick him up?”
Wen Huan gave Pei Jingyi a light, reproachful look. “Chenchen is only three years old. All the other children have their parents pick them up. Besides, I had time today.”
Otherwise, a mother like Wen Huan wouldn’t have diligently gone to pick up her child.
She would have arranged for Pei Jingyi, the father, to do it.
Unaware of Wen Huan’s thoughts, Pei Jingyi didn’t want anyone occupying too much of her attention—not even their own son.
So, after sending the visibly exasperated Pei Chen upstairs first, Pei Jingyi held Wen Huan’s hand and walked slowly behind. “I’ll pick up Pei Chen from now on. You should just rest at home.”
Wen Huan felt that Pei Jingyi’s words truly struck a chord with her, as she had been thinking the same thing next. She took Pei Jingyi’s hand and said, “Honey, I plan to start making beauty videos tomorrow. I’ll begin as a blogger and then become a master. I can earn so much money!”
After all, many bloggers online charge hundreds of thousands for a single advertisement.
However, upon hearing her words, Pei Jingyi’s expression darkened, his gaze turning slightly cold. “Wen Huan, why do you suddenly want to earn money?”