Xishuangbanna after the storm.
In the first-class cabin, a man dressed in a black suit, tall and upright, with an aloof and noble demeanor, wore a plain ring on his ring finger.
“Is the signal restored?”
“We need to fly for about another hour before the signal is restored.” Gao Yuan added, “The message sent to Mrs. Sheng earlier hasn’t been replied to yet.”
“Hmm.”
Sheng Lianjue got off the plane at 5:30 p.m.
As soon as the signal was restored, Sheng Lianjue called Junlin Villa.
The servants at the villa replied—
Jiang Wan hadn’t returned home for an entire week, and no one could reach her.
Sheng Lianjue called using Gao Yuan’s phone, but no one answered either.
In the past, Jiang Wan would always answer his calls immediately.
For some reason, Sheng Lianjue had a bad feeling in his heart.
On the way back to the Sheng family’s old mansion, Sheng Lianjue’s face was dark, like the precursor to a storm. The atmosphere in the car was so oppressive it was terrifying. Gao Yuan had never seen the CEO like this before.
Upon arriving home, Sheng Lianjue realized just how much had changed.
Sheng Lianjue walked into the entrance hall and saw that the seat at the dining table where someone should have been sitting was empty.
Sheng Sisi, holding a blonde doll, approached him. “Brother.”
Sheng Lianjue nodded, took off his suit jacket, and coldly pulled out a chair to sit down.
His gaze was dark and fierce as he looked at Mama Mei. “Where is Jiang Wan?”
Mama Mei replied, “Madam… Miss Jiang has left.”
Miss Jiang?
This address sounded unfamiliar to Sheng Lianjue.
For three years, he had heard nothing but ‘Mrs. Sheng.’
She had long since married him. In the Sheng family, there was no such thing as Miss Jiang.
Sheng Lianjue’s tone turned cold, and a chilling aura instantly filled the entire hall. “Mama Mei, you’re an old-timer in the Sheng family too. There is no Miss Jiang here.”
Grandma Sheng spoke up at this moment. “Mama Mei, bring that document over and let him take a good look.”
“Yes, Madam.”
Mama Mei handed a document to Sheng Lianjue. As he looked at it, he felt a twitch in his brow, and the bad feeling in his heart grew stronger. At the same time, an emotion he had never felt before began to spread in his chest.
He forcibly suppressed this feeling.
He pulled out the document.
Sheng Lianjue frowned deeply.
Because he saw the bold words “Divorce Agreement.”
And on the last page of the document, Jiang Wan’s signature was already there.
The handwriting resembled his own.
Because Jiang Wan’s calligraphy had been taught to her by him personally.
“How many more times does she want to play this game?” Sheng Lianjue tossed the document aside and spoke indifferently, “Make a call. I want to see her within half an hour.”
Up until now, only Sheng Lianjue believed this was just a joke.
After all, Jiang Wan had brought up divorce with him no less than ten times before.
He truly wouldn’t believe it.
But everyone else knew that Jiang Wan’s request for a divorce this time was real. She had already left.
Only Sheng Lianjue remained trapped in his self-deception.
Sheng Sisi sat in Jiang Wan’s seat and served Sheng Lianjue his favorite dish. “Brother, she really has left.”
“This isn’t your seat. Get up.”
Sheng Sisi tightened her grip on the doll, her expression freezing. She was also frightened by Sheng Lianjue.
“Brother!” Sheng Sisi bit her lip, looking aggrieved, as if tears were about to fall at any moment.
Sheng Lianjue: “Get up!”Sheng Sisi threw down her chopsticks, tears streaming down her face, and ran upstairs.
Sheng Lianjue then turned his gaze to the person seated at the head of the table. “I need an explanation.”
He narrowed his eyes, his gaze dark and unfathomable.
Just then, the villa door opened.
“Thank you,” an unexpected voice rang out.
A servant helped Jiang Lan put away her umbrella.
Jiang Lan, dressed in a professional suit and exuding an efficient aura, walked in holding a stack of documents. “Grandma, Ah Jue, I apologize for disturbing you at this time. I happen to have a work-related matter that urgently requires Ah Jue’s signature.”
Jiang Lan placed the documents in front of Sheng Lianjue, but he didn’t even glance at her.
“This is the patent research and development project for the overseas tech company. They’ve agreed to grant us a five-year usage license.”
Grandma Sheng observed everything quietly. She picked up her cane beside her and slowly stood up. No one at the table had touched a single dish.
“You should ask Wanwan for an explanation yourself. In the company, you are indeed a good boss to your employees, but to Wanwan, you are not a good husband. I personally agreed to her request for a divorce because… she is not suited for the position of Mrs. Sheng.” As she spoke, Old Madam Sheng seemed lost in thought, her gaze settling on Jiang Lan.
Grandma Sheng turned around, and Meima stepped forward to support her as she went upstairs.
She left without looking back.
After a long moment, Jiang Lan listened to their conversation, piecing together fragments of their words. She had already figured out what was happening.
Jiang Wan… was going to divorce Sheng Lianjue!
Jiang Lan’s gaze toward him grew tender and longing.
She had thought she would never see him get divorced in this lifetime!
Bang—
Sheng Lianjue overturned the entire table.
Jiang Lan took a step back in fright, her heart trembling uncontrollably as she looked at him.
She hadn’t expected him to react so strongly.
They had grown up together.
In her memory, Lian Jue had always been someone who rarely showed his emotions outwardly. He was decisive, restrained, and self-controlled, and even those close to him seldom saw him lose his temper like this.
Even when he was angry, he would never have overturned a table as he did now.
“Ah Jue…” Jiang Lan reached out and held his arm. “Isn’t it better that Jiang Wan is gone? Just as Grandma said, she wasn’t right for you.” Her voice was cautious and careful.
Jiang Lan noticed the cut on his palm, and her heart tightened in response.
At this moment, Sheng Lianjue was icy cold, his demeanor dark and menacing to the extreme.