His attitude remained as cold and detached as ever, like a block of ice that could never be warmed.
Jiang Wan nodded. “Yes, I’ve thought it through. I won’t divorce.”
Sheng Lianjue opened his eyes, his gloomy gaze shifting sideways to Jiang Wan beside him, his eyes dim.
Compared to her former self, Sheng Lianjue felt something was missing from her this time, though it was imperceptible.
“If you ever play the divorce game again, get out of the capital forever.”
Jiang Wan’s heart ached as if pierced. “…There won’t be a next time.”
In the end, Jiang Wan still did not divorce.
To the entire Sheng family, it seemed like nothing more than a joke.
Jiang Wan was taken back to Junlin Mansion, while Sheng Lianjue returned to the Shengshi Group with his assistant.
Alone, she walked through the villa’s entrance and stood in the foyer, gazing at the empty living room.
The events of the past month or so felt like a dream to Jiang Wan.
She lowered her head and touched her empty abdomen, as if she could still feel the presence of her child.
Weakly, Jiang Wan walked to the first step of the staircase and sat down, staring blankly into the distance. It was here that she had lost her child.
After Sheng Lianjue and Jiang Lan left, she had lain here alone, watching the blood flow little by little until, at the hospital, it turned to ashes.
There is no greater sorrow in the world than the death of a heart.
Jiang Wan didn’t know how long she sat there in the corridor, lost in thought.
By the time she snapped out of it, it had already grown dark outside.
The corridor behind her was pitch black.
Glancing at the time on her phone, she noticed it had only about ten percent battery left. Her phone was on silent, and her adoptive mother had called several times.
Jiang Wan turned around and went back upstairs to her room, returning her adoptive mother’s call.
The call connected almost immediately.
Jiang Wan called out, “Mom.”
Yao Jinghe’s anxious voice came through. “You silly child, where have you been? Your big brother has woken up. When are you coming over?”
“Really? Is Big Brother okay now?” For the first time in a while, something brought a smile to Jiang Wan’s face.
He Sui added, “He still needs to stay in the hospital for observation for a while. It’ll probably take two or three months for a full recovery.”
“I just returned to the hospital today and went back as soon as I heard your big brother had woken up. Lin Qiuhe is here too. She said you went back to beg her to return?”
Jiang Wan looked down at her toes, phone in hand, and didn’t deny it. “Sister-in-law was just angry for a moment. Big Brother needs someone to take care of him.”
“Why won’t you listen to me? I told you not to go looking for her!” He Sui was so angry she could barely speak.
Jiang Wan fell silent for a few seconds before slowly saying, “Mom… I’ve already… returned to the Sheng family. I might… not be able to visit you all often in the future. I’m sorry…”
As she spoke, Jiang Wan choked back tears, wiping them from the corners of her eyes.
He Sui sighed but didn’t say much. “If you’re ever bullied, just tell me. I’ll go to the Sheng family and stand up for you.”
“Thank you, Mom!”
“Get some rest early. I’m going to see your big brother now.”
“Okay, please tell Big Brother I’ll visit him in a couple of days.”
“Understood.”
After hanging up, before Jiang Wan could fully process her emotions, her phone’s WeChat began vibrating incessantly.
Thinking it might be something urgent, she checked, only to find it was just Sheng Jingcheng using her for entertainment again.
Heaven and Earth Club.The private room was filled with quite a few people. Sheng Lianjue sat prominently in the center, his demeanor noble and imposing, with Jiang Lan by his side…
The rest were Sheng Jingcheng’s fair-weather friends and some hostesses.
All the women were eager, their gazes fixed on Sheng Lianjue, but with Jiang Lan present, no one dared to approach lightly.
Who didn’t know that the person sitting beside Sheng Lianjue was likely the future “Mrs. Sheng”?
Jiang Lan’s methods were beyond ordinary, and as the rightful partner, Sheng Lianjue had granted her authority.
With just a word, she could make them leave.
Sheng Jingcheng wore a sly smile, legs crossed, as he and his group of friends exchanged messages in a chat group.
Sheng Jingcheng had someone with Jiang Wan’s contact add her to the group.
On the screen, the invitation notification appeared.
Jiang Wan had been added to the group.
Sheng Jingcheng smirked arrogantly: [What did I say? Still getting a divorce?]
[@Jiang Wan, you really are like a dog, haunting us. Go ahead and divorce! Why haven’t you done it yet?]
Sheng Jingcheng was like a spectator in the audience, or someone who had lit a fire.
He couldn’t wait for things to escalate.
After igniting the flames, he poured gasoline on them.
He belittled Jiang Wan as worthless.
A fellow playboy in the group beside him laughed and said, “Sheng Jingcheng, you’re something else! As expected of you. Your uncle is also in this group. Aren’t you afraid of getting burned by sending these messages?”
Sheng Jingcheng didn’t even look up, smiling as he replied, “My uncle doesn’t care about her. She’s just a decorative vase he keeps around. If she had any self-awareness, she wouldn’t have backed out of the divorce like a lapdog.”