Wen Huan was completely stunned.
Because she had awakened so recently, she had almost truly forgotten about Yu Mixue, that fake best friend!
Like Feng Wen, Yu Mixue was also Wen Huan’s childhood friend, a female companion who grew up with her.
But ever since Wen Huan married Pei Jingyi three years ago, Yu Mixue would always whisper in her ear about Pei Jingyi’s flaws.
She said Pei Jingyi didn’t respect her, that he just saw her as a tool for venting his desires.
She said Pei Jingyi was inherently arrogant, looking down on her parents for being uneducated workers with no background.
Cold, rigid, sharp-tongued…
Yu Mixue belittled every aspect of Pei Jingyi, claiming she felt sorry for Wen Huan for enduring so much hardship.
But to hell with her pity! Yu Mixue had clearly liked Pei Jingyi all along and wanted to drive Wen Huan away so she could take her place!
In the end, though, Yu Mixue didn’t get her wish. In the later part of the story, she was moved by the female lead’s kindness and sincerity, realizing she wasn’t worthy of Pei Jingyi. So, she became the female lead’s true friend and even faithfully turned into a shipper of Pei Jingyi and the female lead—
Truly not treating Wen Huan, the supporting female character, as a person at all!
But Wen Huan now had to save herself. So, seeing Pei Jingyi becoming distant again, Wen Huan suddenly sat on the floor and hugged herself:
“Husband, I’m sorry!”
Pei Jingyi abruptly paused, his previously calm expression freezing over.
Because Wen Huan said she was sorry.
So, she really regretted it and wanted a divorce again.
Pei Jingyi took a deep breath, opening his mouth several times before finally managing to speak: “What are you sorry for?”
Wen Huan hesitated, then hesitated again.
After several attempts to build up emotion, her moist eyes finally reddened. Biting her lip lightly, she stood up abruptly, ready to put on a big performance.
But she forgot that the coffee table was right beside her. Wen Huan stood up too quickly, her ankle hitting the wooden table with a loud “thud,” and she plopped back onto the floor in pain!
This time, Wen Huan really cried, her nose turning red with grievance: “Wahhh!”
“…” Pei Jingyi rubbed his temple, having long lost his temper over Wen Huan’s clumsiness.
Every time she tried to do something, she ended up hurting herself.
And Wen Huan never blamed herself, always crying as if someone else had bullied her.
But aside from bullying her in bed, Pei Jingyi had never bullied her at any other time.
Several times, he had thought about using an opportunity to teach Wen Huan a lesson for her “unreasonable” temper. But every time he saw her pitiful, tearful face, he felt she was already in enough pain…
Now was no different. Pei Jingyi stepped forward and picked Wen Huan up: “Let me rub it for you, stop crying, okay?”
“It’s, it’s all your fault!” Wen Huan wiped her tears, blaming him first: “You didn’t protect me, so you should rub my foot.”
There was such a big coffee table right beside her, and Pei Jingyi hadn’t even warned her.
Pei Jingyi accepted it: “Fine, it’s my fault. Now, put your foot on my knee.”
Although Wen Huan’s commotion had been loud, her injury wasn’t actually serious.
Just a red patch on her ankle.
A little soothing and it wouldn’t hurt anymore.
So, holding her like a child in his arms, Pei Jingyi took Wen Huan’s ankle and gently massaged it.
“Does it feel better now?”
Wen Huan blinked her teary eyes, wanting to nod, but Pei Jingyi’s technique was so comfortable that she couldn’t help but order him around: “Not yet, this is nothing… a little higher.”
Pei Jingyi followed her words, massaging Wen Huan’s calves and thighs.
Wen Huan murmured drowsily, “A little higher.”
Pei Jingyi’s gaze had already darkened, his voice low and heated as he looked at Wen Huan. “Are you sure you want me to go even higher?”
Wen Huan quickly snapped awake, hurriedly pulling Pei Jingyi’s hand away. She coughed and straightened her skirt, her face slightly flushed.
She had been so relaxed that she hadn’t noticed the man’s hand had already reached dangerous territory.
If he accidentally crossed the line…
Given Pei Jingyi’s stamina, it would surely be endless.
And they were still in Pei Jingyi’s new office. Wen Huan didn’t want to embarrass herself.
But as Pei Jingyi looked at Wen Huan’s delicate face, he felt a surge of greed.
She was too beautiful.
Even without makeup, she was stunning, but after dressing up, she was utterly captivating.
Especially since Wen Huan’s makeup skills were exceptional. Unlike some girls who could easily overdo it and end up looking worse, she always applied it just right, enhancing her beauty and elegance.
Today, she had likely applied what she often called “atmosphere blush” to her cheeks.
Her face was soft and rosy, like a delicious little peach.
Pei Jingyi had never had much interest in romantic affairs and had never thought about marriage. Even if he were to settle down, he had only intended to choose a gentle, elegant, and unremarkable-looking wife for the Pei family.
But Wen Huan had suddenly appeared, tearing his plans to shreds.
And now, she seemed to want to walk away without cleaning up the mess.
Pei Jingyi shifted his gaze and said, “Earlier, when you apologized, was it like your best friend said—do you still want a divorce?”
“If that’s the case, I can go to the civil affairs bureau with you today. If you don’t want to take the child, leave him with me.”
Wen Huan quickly waved her hands. Her earlier attempt to charm him had been forcibly interrupted, and now she could only speak from the heart in her urgency. “No, no! Hubby, my apology wasn’t about wanting a divorce. I’m sorry that because of me, you had to endure humiliation in front of that awful woman!”
Pei Jingyi paused. “The awful woman you’re referring to is Yu Mixue? You never used to speak of her that way.”
Wen Huan replied, “You said it yourself—that was before!”
In the past, Wen Huan was fiercely protective. If she considered someone her own, she would treat them exceptionally well and wouldn’t tolerate anyone speaking ill of them.
Over the past three years, Pei Jingyi had actually reminded Wen Huan several times to be cautious of Yu Mixue.
But each time, it only led to Wen Huan arguing with him even more fiercely.
She had even neglected to celebrate birthdays or give gifts to him and Pei Chen.
Yet for Yu Mixue, she never missed an occasion, putting in both effort and money.
Thinking back on it now, Wen Huan deeply regretted it. “I wasn’t thinking clearly before, but now I’ve had an epiphany! So whatever Yu Mixue says has nothing to do with me and doesn’t represent me. I said yesterday that I won’t divorce, and I absolutely won’t!”
“Is that so?” Pei Jingyi replied indifferently, but when he heard the latter part, his thin lips pursed slightly. “Then I hope your attitude remains this firm going forward.”
Of course!
Her life was at stake. If anyone tried to make her divorce now, she’d fight them!
But Pei Jingyi’s attitude was too dismissive.
“Hubby, I said I’ve come to my senses. You should encourage me. Your dismissiveness really hurts.”
“Just for this, I should encourage you?”
Wen Huan huffed, thinking Pei Jingyi’s good looks must have come at the expense of his emotional intelligence. “Encouragement isn’t about the size of the matter. Besides, encouragement helps people progress in the right way.”
However, Wen Huan didn’t actually expect Pei Jingyi to understand her words, because male leads only start to grasp such things after meeting the female lead. As a supporting female character, how could she possibly deserve that?
After saying it, she silently regretted it and decided to end the conversation, lest Pei Jingyi say something even more hurtful.
But unexpectedly, the next moment, Pei Jingyi looked at her, his deep voice as serious and earnest as a cello’s tone: “It’s my fault. I’ll encourage you more in the future.”
Wen Huan: “??”
Is… is this something a male lead would say to a supporting female character?
Standing in place, Wen Huan felt that something seemed a bit off.
But just then, a knock suddenly sounded at the door. The next moment, the office door opened, and Duan Yuanzhou looked at Wen Huan with clear displeasure.
“Wen Huan, do you remember you have a son?”