Sheng Lianjue turned his head and saw Jiang Lan kissing him on the cheek.
Sheng Lianjue’s deep gaze was icy cold.
Jiang Lan was pushed away.
By the time she reacted, Sheng Lianjue had already closed the car door and left.
The front door was unlocked. After entering with his fingerprint, he turned on the wall light and saw the kitchen, a shattered glass on the floor, and a puddle of water.
His eyes shifted toward the staircase, where a corner of clothing flashed past.
Jiang Wan didn’t know why she felt like a thief with a guilty conscience.
She ran into the guest room next door and closed the door.
She never expected something like this to happen.
She had simply been thirsty and went downstairs for a drink, never imagining she would witness such a scene.
Jiang Wan, wearing light-colored pajamas, sat at the foot of the bed, brushing her long hair aside. Her heart felt unsettled, and her beautiful eyes held an indescribable emotion.
Sheng Lianjue had cheated with Jiang Lan, on the very night of their divorce, and she had seen it with her own eyes.
If it were the old her, she would have gone mad right in front of him.
She would have rushed forward to confront him.
Made the entire Sheng family aware of the scandal.
Asked Old Madam Sheng to stand up for her.
But this time…
She wouldn’t!
Even if they were doing that kind of thing in the car.
She would only turn a blind eye and pretend she knew nothing.
Sheng Lianjue’s car had its high beams on, making it hard for her not to look.
Sheng Lianjue returned to the master bedroom, exhausted. His sharp gaze swept the room, but he didn’t see Jiang Wan, and there was no sound from the bathroom.
He walked toward the guest room next door.
Hearing the door open, Jiang Wan immediately stood up. When she turned around, her expression was indifferent. “You’re back? I’ll go draw your bath.”
Sheng Lianjue looked at her unusual behavior, as if trying to see through her. His cool voice emerged from his throat as he responded, “Mm.” Then he asked, “Why are you sleeping in the guest room?” His tone was already displeased.
Jiang Wan explained, “My period is coming soon. It’s inconvenient.”
Sheng Lianjue was fastidious, afraid of dirt and disliking the smell of blood. So every time her period was near, Jiang Wan would voluntarily sleep in the guest room next door.
This time, Sheng Lianjue said nothing more. Jiang Wan lowered her head and walked past him to the master bedroom to draw his bath.
After finishing, Jiang Wan was about to leave the bathroom when Sheng Lianjue stopped her. “Come here and help me undress.”
Jiang Wan walked over without a word.
She had done this countless times, and after so many years of marriage, she no longer felt embarrassed.
After undressing him, she tossed the dirty clothes into the laundry basket.
Then she fetched his pajamas from the walk-in closet.
Folded them neatly and placed them aside.
Sheng Lianjue settled into the perfectly tempered bathtub, his cold eyes observing her busy figure.
“Are you throwing a tantrum with me?” Sheng Lianjue’s gaze darkened.
Jiang Wan’s hand paused.
“You’re overthinking it. I’m not.”
Jiang Wan found a towel from the nearby rack and sat behind him to scrub his back. A strand of hair fell beside her ear.
Jiang Wan tucked the strand behind her ear. Sheng Lianjue’s back muscles were strong and well-defined. He was the type who looked lean in clothes but muscular without them, with a physique that rivaled international male models.
In the past, Jiang Wan had always been the most talkative one, constantly clinging to him, asking him to chat with her. Sometimes, even if Sheng Lianjue didn’t respond, just seeing him would make her happy.
That was the old Jiang Wan.”Honey, I tried learning to bake cookies today, but I didn’t watch the temperature properly and they all burned. I tried several times and still failed. It seems I’m just not cut out for these things.”
“Honey, watch a drama with me!”
“Honey, let’s use strawberry-scented body wash today, okay?”
“Honey…”
Today was one of the rare occasions when they fell silent.
Jiang Wan was also unusually quiet.
After a long pause, Jiang Wan hesitantly spoke up: “…Is there still any chance to save my brother’s factory? Is there any way to keep him from going to prison? I can vouch for him—my brother would never do anything illegal.”
“We’ll talk about it later.”
“But…” Jiang Wan wanted to say more, but the words died on her lips. In the end, she didn’t speak again.
Forget it.
Pestering him now wouldn’t lead to any results.
After finishing her bath, Jiang Wan stood up and placed the clothes beside him. “I’ve left your clothes here. I’m going back to my room to rest.”
It was already midnight, and Jiang Wan was fighting off sleepiness.
Sheng Lianjue watched her retreating figure with a deep, inscrutable gaze. A trace of displeasure lingered in his demeanor, but he showed no outward sign of it. Sheng Lianjue had always been like this—whether with Jiang Wan or in business, decisive and unreadable in every word and action.
When Jiang Wan returned to the guest room, the bed was already made. The housekeeper wasn’t around; Zhou Guihua had returned to the Sheng family’s old residence as soon as she learned that Jiang Wan and Sheng Lianjue were getting divorced.
Zhou Guihua had originally been sent from the Sheng family’s old residence as a housekeeper.
Jiang Wan washed up in the bathroom, lay down on the bed, and reached out to turn off the light.
Once the room was plunged into darkness, so quiet that she could hear the wind outside the window, she closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep.
But as soon as she shut her eyes, the image of Jiang Lan sitting intimately on Sheng Lianjue’s lap flooded her mind, refusing to fade away.
Her heart clenched painfully.
In truth, this wasn’t the first time she had seen them acting this way when they were together.
During the first year of their marriage, Jiang Wan would wait for him every night.
And Sheng Lianjue, even if he had social engagements, would always return by half past ten.
That day, Jiang Wan waited until midnight. When he still hadn’t returned, she saw on social media that he was at a venue for a business gathering.
Worried about him, Jiang Wan took a taxi to the Heaven and Earth Club.
The place was membership-only, and non-members weren’t allowed inside.
Along the way, she had called him countless times, but Sheng Lianjue never answered.
In the end, she could only wait under a streetlamp in the wind and snow until her hands and feet were numb from the cold. Only when she was told that everyone in the private room had already left did she take a taxi back to Junlin Mansion.
Unexpectedly, in the living room facing the floor-to-ceiling window, she saw…