She made herself a simple sandwich and heated a glass of milk. Jiang Yu went to the living room to eat breakfast.
While eating, she looked at the pile of rotting garbage that had been sitting there for three days. She thought that if it had been her former self, she would have skipped breakfast even while hungry and cleaned the entire house first.
Because she had always placed Shen Chengyan’s needs first, while her own needs could be reduced infinitely.
In fact, during the first two years of her marriage with Shen Chengyan, their married life had been relatively loving and happy.
Until Hu Youyue returned.
Hu Youyue’s mother and Shen Chengyan’s mother were close friends.
After Hu Youyue’s parents died in a car accident, Mother Shen pitied her for being so young and brought her to live in the Shen household.
Later, Hu Youyue went abroad to study and left for several years.
Three years ago, she returned to the country and moved back into the Shen family home.
Hu Youyue and Shen Chengyan were childhood sweethearts, and everyone in the Shen family liked her very much.
Jiang Yu took the initiative to get close to Hu Youyue and became friends with her.
At that time, what was her mentality? Probably because no one in the Shen family liked her, she wanted to please the person they all favored in order to gain their approval.
Hu Youyue was also willing to interact with her.
At first, Jiang Yu was truly happy.
But after spending more time together, she began to feel uncomfortable.
The arrogance and condescension that seemed to come from Hu Youyue’s bones made every conversation with her unbearable for Jiang Yu.
She deliberately or unintentionally distanced herself from Hu Youyue, but that became the beginning of her nightmare.
Hu Youyue accused her of cold violence.
The Shen family accused her of being two-faced.
Even her own son said she was not a good mother.
Jiang Yu felt more and more suffocated, and the number of arguments with Shen Chengyan increased.
And every time they argued, Shen Chengyan always sided with Hu Youyue and his mother.
The more he did this, the angrier she became, the more wronged she felt, and the more she wanted to argue with him.
A vicious cycle—so severe that she developed breast hyperplasia from the anger.
**
After breakfast, Jiang Yu called a housekeeping company.
While the housekeeping staff worked downstairs, Jiang Yu was upstairs in the walk-in closet video calling her “plastic bestie.”
Zhong Shuangshuang was lying in her father-style husband’s huge villa, enjoying in-home beauty services.
“Father-style husband” was literal—the man was old enough to be her father.
“Babe, it’s not that I don’t want to visit you at the hospital, it’s just that my Old Geezer is having his birthday, I really can’t leave,” Zhong Shuangshuang said, adding after the fact, “I’ll come see you tomorrow.”
“By the time you come, the flowers will already be wilted.”
Jiang Yu looked at the full closet of luxury bags and flipped the camera around. “Which one do you like?”
Zhong Shuangshuang widened her eyes. “You’re giving it to me?”
Jiang Yu: “Selling it to you.”
Zhong Shuangshuang: “……”
Jiang Yu: “Friendship price.”
Zhong Shuangshuang asked in confusion, “Did your husband go bankrupt?”
Jiang Yu: “No.”
Zhong Shuangshuang: “If he didn’t go bankrupt, why are you liquidating assets?”
Jiang Yu: “Cashing out makes it easier for me to transfer marital assets.”
Zhong Shuangshuang: “……Respect.”
Zhong Shuangshuang asked how many days she planned to get a divorce.
Jiang Yu smiled.
No wonder Shen Chengyan only thought she was throwing a tantrum—look, even her friends didn’t believe she would actually divorce.
After ending the video call, Jiang Yu found a law firm online and added a lawyer on WeChat.
The lawyer asked what kind of consultation she needed.
Jiang Yu asked very seriously: “How do you legally and massively transfer marital assets without being discovered?”
……
A professional housekeeping company cleaned the entire villa in less than half a day.
This made Jiang Yu feel even more strongly that her past self had been an idiot, willingly suffering for nothing.
She personally cooked meals and cleaned every inch of the house herself, determined to be a good wife and mother.
And the result? Her husband cheated, and her son betrayed her.
After dinner, Jiang Yu lay on the sofa scrolling her phone while listing some clothes on Xianyu.
That night, Shen Chengyan did not come home.
The second and third days also passed without any sign of him.
Until Friday evening, the sound of a car engine rang outside the villa.
When Shen Chengyan entered, he smelled a faint scent of incense in the air—agarwood, something familiar and pleasing to him.
The living room was clean, the lighting soft, and soothing music played from the speakers.
Jiang Yu was preparing dinner in the kitchen.
When Shen Chengyan saw her, he paused slightly.
She was wearing a summer academy-style outfit: a white fitted shirt and a blue pleated skirt. Her legs were straight and long, her skin delicate and fair, her waist narrow enough to hold in one hand.
Shen Chengyan stood there and watched for a moment before placing his bag on the table.
Jiang Yu turned back and glanced at him.
He walked over, poured himself a glass of water, and leaned back against the counter, his gaze appraising her.
She was wearing makeup, her curled hair cascading thickly down her back. The outfit made her look youthful and lively.
This was a signal of courtship.
Every time Jiang Yu wanted him, she would send out this kind of message.
Shen Chengyan raised his brow slightly. “What’s this? Trying to have divorce sex?”
Jiang Yu gave him a confused look.
The man’s meaningful gaze lingered on her.
Jiang Yu understood immediately.
They were both adults—men had desires, and so did women.
Books said that when a person was especially anxious, satisfying two of the three needs—appetite, sleep, and desire—could reduce anxiety.
There had been a period when Jiang Yu was extremely anxious. She was also dieting, so neither her appetite nor her sleep needs were satisfied, and she kept feeling an intense urge to…
Unfortunately, during that time, Shen Chengyan was extremely busy. And when he was busy, he was disciplined to a terrifying degree—before a project was finalized, he basically did not touch women.
Those days, Jiang Yu felt like kissing him, hugging him, clinging to him every time she saw him, but she was always coldly pushed away.
Under Zhong Shuangshuang’s instigation, she even bought lingerie and tried to seduce him one night when he was working late in the study.
But even then, he remained completely unmoved.
“I have trauma related to people in white coats. Are you trying to make me lose interest when I see you?”
Jiang Yu: “……”
How could a man like that even get a wife?!
He should stay single forever!
But unexpectedly, after finishing his work later, he personally bought clothes for her.
Only then did Jiang Yu realize he didn’t like uniforms—but he liked seeing her in a school uniform.
She looked at him with a complicated expression and asked if he was a pervert.
Shen Chengyan rolled his eyes at her.
From then on, it became their private signal: whenever Jiang Yu wore something sexy, it meant she wanted marital intimacy.
But right now, she was nowhere near sexy.
It was just a normal JK-style outfit—something she could even wear outside.
After marrying Shen Chengyan, she had gone on a revenge spending spree and bought a lot of clothes.
There were too many clothes, and organizing them was a hassle. A buyer had asked to see real-life try-on photos.
Halfway through filming, she got hungry and was too lazy to change, so she went straight to the kitchen to cook.
So he thought she was seducing him?
Jiang Yu calmly plugged in the food processor and said flatly, “Trying to copy others and have divorce sex—do you even have that ability?”
“Besides a few stinky dollars, what else do you have that’s worth me keeping?”
“Shen Chengyan, did I ever tell you your performance is really bad? No technique at all, like a pile driver. Besides brute force, do you even know anything else?”
Shen Chengyan looked at her expressionlessly. “Even without technique, I still make you feel like you’re dying. If I used technique, could you handle it?”
Jiang Yu: “……”
Damn it, his mouth should also be listed on Xianyu.
Shen Chengyan stood there with a noble air, lifting his chin slightly toward a shopping bag on the table. “Bought it for you.”
Jiang Yu didn’t even look.
Shen Chengyan frowned, put down his glass, walked over, picked up the bag, and placed it in front of her. “Look at it.”
“……” Jiang Yu glanced at it irritably—it was a bag.
She suddenly remembered their past arguments.
Every time they fought, they would enter a cold war.
But Shen Chengyan never coaxed her. If she didn’t take the initiative, he could ignore her for a very long time.
Once, after a particularly bad fight, he didn’t speak to her for nearly a month. She panicked, afraid he didn’t want her anymore, and gave in: “Fine, fine, hubby, buy me a bag and I’ll forgive you~”
At that time, Shen Chengyan looked at her with a faint smile, as if saying: I knew you had no backbone.
Jiang Yu admitted she really didn’t.
Otherwise, she wouldn’t be so emotionally dependent.
This wasn’t an ordinary bag—it was a Himalaya Birkin.
One bag was worth a house.
The price of the bag was clearly defined, just like her backbone.
She knew Shen Chengyan was trying to use the bag to stop her from making trouble.
Lowering her eyelashes, Jiang Yu stroked the finely textured leather and softly said, “So beautiful.”
The corner of Shen Chengyan’s lips lifted slightly. “As expected, you like these flashy—”
Jiang Yu suddenly pressed the switch in her hand.
The food processor let out a loud “zhì” sound.
Shen Chengyan paused. “After you accept this bag—”
The machine made another heavy “zhì” sound.
His smile slowly faded. “Stop making a scene—”
Jiang Yu continued: “zhì zhì zhì.”
Shen Chengyan: “……”
After letting it run for a while, Jiang Yu looked at him. “Why aren’t you smiling anymore? Are you born unable to smile, brother?”