Wen Huan’s smile was too sweet, instantly sweeping away the thick, restless irritation in Pei Jingyi’s chest. He had already strode forward: “Why are you holding so many things?”
Wen Huan blinked and handed all the bags, big and small, to Pei Jingyi, saying happily, “I got them all back from Yu Mixue.”
She took Pei Jingyi’s hand and said softly, “Husband, didn’t I say before that I’ve realized Yu Mixue is a bad woman? So how could I let her take advantage of me?”
But she hadn’t known until she took them back—it was truly shocking.
Wen Huan hadn’t expected that over the past few years, her muddled mind had led her to give Yu Mixue so many things.
This time, with interest included, Wen Huan not only took everything back but also pretended to be pitiful and snatched the few thousand yuan from Yu Mixue’s bank card.
By the time Wen Huan left, Yu Mixue was truly on the verge of vomiting blood.
Thinking of this, Wen Huan couldn’t help but smile even sweeter.
Pei Jingyi looked at her, unable to tear his eyes away.
Pei Chen had been sitting at the table with a look of world-weariness, but ever since his mother appeared, he had also been staring at her.
Seeing this, Wen Huan directly went over and sat down beside her son: “Chenchen, you’ve been waiting for Mom to eat for a long time, right? Are you hungry?”
Pei Chen instinctively clenched his small hands.
Because this was the first time Mom had ever sat so close to him at the dining table.
In the past, in the large dining room of the Pei family, Mom would always have the nanny sit beside him while she stayed far away.
But now, Mom was right beside him, and Pei Chen could even smell the sweet rose fragrance on her.
Pei Chen’s ears turned slightly red, and his body stiffened as he awkwardly replied, “N-no, not for long, and I’m not very hungry.”
“But the food is a bit cold. Let Dad heat it up.”
Thinking of his mother, Pei Chen openly ordered his father.
Because Mom needed more protection; Dad’s well-being didn’t matter.
Pei Jingyi glanced expressionlessly at his “good” son, but even without his son’s reminder, he would have heated the food for Wen Huan’s sake, considering her stomach.
After reheating the dishes, the family of three finally began their meal properly, and Wen Huan ate with great satisfaction.
After dinner, Pei Jingyi washed the dishes and cleared the table.
Wen Huan, meanwhile, took her son to his small room to sleep and then took a bath.
But today, instead of lazily getting into bed right away, she squatted on the floor to inspect her spoils, feeling quite pleased: “Tomorrow, I’ll take all these to a second-hand luxury store and sell them. With the money, I can buy a dressing table, a large wardrobe, and most importantly, a comfortable mattress. Sleeping on a wooden plank bed hurts so much.”
After all, for the past three years, Wen Huan had slept on a two-million-yuan mattress custom-made for her by Pei Jingyi, which had spoiled her.
Now, she couldn’t afford a two-million-yuan mattress, but spending a few thousand yuan on a slightly better one shouldn’t be a problem.
Pei Jingyi stood to the side, watching Wen Huan meticulously calculating, his gaze darkening slightly.
Because trapping Wen Huan into living a poor and difficult life was not his intention.
But Wen Huan was his wife, so it made no sense for her to live in luxury while he was “bankrupt.”
Moreover, Pei Jingyi hadn’t made life easy for himself either. To make the setup believable, he started with himself, truly embodying the dejected state in his daily life.
Originally, Pei Jingyi never regretted his decisions or the plans he had set in motion.
But at this moment, looking at Wen Huan, he suddenly felt a pang of regret.
Wen Huan vaguely noticed Pei Jingyi’s subdued mood and asked in confusion, “Honey, do you also want to buy something?”
Pei Jingyi looked at her and instead of answering, asked in return, “Wen Huan, do you hate me for making you live such a poor life?”
Wen Huan widened her eyes slightly and understood—Pei Jingyi was starting to feel inferior and consumed by self-doubt because of the bankruptcy.
She quickly shook her head, placed her hands on Pei Jingyi’s knees, and encouraged him, “Honey, how could I hate you? The bankruptcy wasn’t entirely your fault. I believe you’ll definitely make a comeback!”
Pei Jingyi didn’t speak, his expression unchanged, and his gaze as deep as an abyss as he looked at Wen Huan.
Wen Huan felt that Pei Jingyi didn’t believe her.
So she declared earnestly, “Honey, don’t doubt your abilities. If you’ve risen once, you can rise again.”
“Besides, even if you can’t rise again, I won’t hate you.”
“Because I love you so much—how could I bear to hate you?”
After all, she already knew that in a year, Pei Jingyi would regain his power. Her life depended on him—how could she dare to hate him?
As she spoke, Wen Huan leaned in and planted a soft kiss on Pei Jingyi’s cheek to express her sincerity.
But Pei Jingyi still didn’t speak or show any reaction.
Wen Huan wasn’t surprised. After all, Pei Jingyi didn’t like her, so no matter how touching her words were, they couldn’t melt this block of ice.
But just as she finished the thought, Wen Huan felt her body lifted.
The man picked her up with one hand and carried her straight to the bed. Pei Jingyi’s voice was low and hoarse as he bit her earlobe and whispered.
“Wen Huan, I’ve remembered everything you said.”
“The bed is too hard, and you’d be uncomfortable underneath. Today, I’ll be under you.”
…
Wen Huan thought she already understood Pei Jingyi’s capabilities well, but that night, she realized she knew nothing at all.
The man seemed crazed. Starting from the first bite, he became almost obsessed, leaving all sorts of unspeakable marks all over her body.
Even there, there was a small kiss mark.
And Pei Jingyi felt that he was truly starving tonight, and Wen Huan was just too tempting.
Not only was she fragrant everywhere.
She was soft everywhere.
And even sweet everywhere.
Especially her lips, like a little rose blooming at midnight, intoxicatingly sweet.
But this truly tormented Wen Huan, especially since Pei Jingyi insisted on having her on top tonight…
If before, Wen Huan was a flower battered by wind and rain, tonight she was a ship swallowed by a giant wave, eventually fainting and losing consciousness completely.
But the physical exertion was so great that the next day, Wen Huan woke up earlier than the day before.
From hunger.
So when Pei Jingyi left for work without a trace, Wen Huan supported her nearly broken waist and walked out of the room on her own.
Just as she opened the door, a small figure suddenly tumbled in—it was Pei Chen.
Pei Chen had been sitting with his back against the door, but when his mother suddenly opened it, he lost his balance and fell.
Now he was both embarrassed and nervous.
The little boy, who bore a sixty percent resemblance to Pei Jingyi but had eyes identical to Wen Huan’s, quickly scrambled up from the floor, patted his knees, and stood up straight.
“I… I didn’t mean to just now… I…”
“Chenchen, are you waiting for Mommy to wake up?” Wen Huan looked at Pei Chen’s deliberately brave little face and immediately saw through his thoughts, feeling a warmth in her chest. “You’re sitting by Mommy’s door because you want to be closer to her, right?”
A three-year-old child is still at an age where they rely heavily on their mother.
Why hadn’t Wen Huan liked Pei Chen before?
Actually, rather than saying she disliked him, it would be more accurate to say she was uncomfortable with him.
Because right after giving birth, Old Master Pei had taken the newborn Pei Chen away, claiming that Wen Huan wouldn’t know how to raise a child properly.
Pei Jingyi hadn’t stopped it at all, probably agreeing with Old Master Pei that she wasn’t fit to teach the Pei family’s eldest grandson.
Wen Huan felt angry and even more humiliated.
So she simply decided not to get along well with Pei Chen.
But this time, after Pei Jingyi went bankrupt and forcibly took Pei Chen back from Old Master Pei to keep him by their side, Wen Huan suddenly felt that she had been too harsh on the child before.
So she bent down and patted her son’s head. “Chenchen, have you had breakfast?”
“I have…” Pei Chen tried to suppress the corners of his mouth from curling up, pursing his lips as he said, “Daddy made breakfast and left it in the rice cooker. I have to go to kindergarten soon.”
“I see.” Wen Huan nodded. “Then Mommy will take you.”
The kindergarten Pei Chen attended was just over five hundred meters ahead of their rented apartment, a convenient ten-minute walk.
But Pei Chen was stunned. After a long pause, he whispered, “Why do you want to take me?”
Wen Huan scooped a bowl of porridge from the rice cooker and replied matter-of-factly, “Of course because I’m your mommy. A mommy taking her son to kindergarten—why would that need a reason?”
It did.
Because before, Wen Huan had never taken him to kindergarten.
Pei Chen clenched the hem of his clothes, his big eyes fixed on Wen Huan as he softly said, “Thank you.”
But Wen Huan didn’t quite catch it. After finishing breakfast and dropping off the child, she went to sell Yu Mixue’s things.
Unexpectedly, Wen Huan had overestimated how much she could get back from those bargains.
First, not all luxury items retain their value regardless of style. Second, the clothes and bags Wen Huan had given Yu Mixue had been worn and used frequently to show off in front of others, so they were quite worn.
In the end, after selling the pile of items and adding Yu Mixue’s few thousand yuan, the total came to exactly 24,521 yuan. Wen Huan’s list of things she wanted to buy for herself was too long, and the money simply wasn’t enough.
As if on cue, Yu Mixue called at that moment, seething with anger.
“Wen Huan, can you divorce Pei Jingyi today?!”