Jiang Lan: “…”
She had never imagined that Jiang Wan’s departure would have such a profound impact on Sheng Lianjue.
He didn’t love Jiang Wan at all, so why was he acting like this?
What was supposed to be a family dinner ended on a sour note.
Jiang Lan was stunned for a few seconds before quickly snapping back to reality. Worried, she chased after him.
But the Cayenne he was driving was too fast, and Jiang Lan’s Mercedes couldn’t keep up.
At that moment, heavy rain poured from the sky, lightning pierced through the clouds, and a loud clap of thunder echoed through the air. Amidst the bustling traffic, a reckless car sped wildly through the streets.
Arriving at Junlin Villa, Sheng Lianjue pushed aside the maid who was about to leave and scanned the familiar living room, his gaze settling on the sofa.
Because Jiang Wan’s favorite thing to do was lie across the sofa watching boring TV dramas.
No matter how late it was or what time it was, there was always a familiar figure waiting for him to come home.
For a fleeting moment, Sheng Lianjue felt disoriented.
It was as if he saw her again—a woman who, barefoot, would run to him the moment he returned and cling tightly to him.
“Husband, you’re back!”
But in just an instant, the illusion vanished.
The entire living room felt cold and empty.
“Where is Madam?”
Nanny Zhou avoided his gaze and said, “Madam hasn’t returned since you went on your business trip.”
…
After leaving the capital, Jiang Wan had been recuperating in her hometown, Wuchuan.
More than a month had passed, and her injuries were mostly healed. By her calculations, Sheng Lianjue should have returned over ten days ago!
Jiang Wan couldn’t tell whether she felt relieved or disappointed.
During these days, Sheng Lianjue hadn’t taken any action in response to her departure.
Perhaps it was for the best—she had already given up hope anyway.
Once he signed the papers, he could be with Jiang Lan as he had always wished.
In truth, she hadn’t seen her foster mother since returning this time. Instead, she had been recuperating in a newly renovated apartment her older brother owned, with him keeping her whereabouts a secret.
In the past, their family’s financial situation had been difficult, but after her brother worked hard and started a factory, their circumstances had improved somewhat.
She picked up her old phone and checked the recent messages.
To ensure she could rest completely and stay away from trouble, she had set her phone to “Do Not Disturb” mode.
Ding, ding, ding—
It was a group chat.
She had joined this group back when she was trying to fit into Sheng Lianjue’s social circle.
But later, she realized that no matter how hard she tried to please the people around Sheng Lianjue, she could never truly become part of any of his circles. They only saw her as a clown.
She skimmed through the messages, most of which were lively conversations between Sheng Lianjue’s nephew and his so-called friends.
Sheng Lianjue and Jiang Lan were also in the group.
However, these two rarely spoke in the chat, mostly lurking in the background.
[@Sheng Jingcheng, didn’t you say last time that Jiang Wan would be back in less than two hours? It’s been almost a week now.]
Sheng Jingcheng popped up: [Just wait and see. That woman will come crawling back sooner or later.]
[Did your uncle really divorce Jiang Wan? I don’t believe it. That leech was impossible for your uncle to shake off. How could she agree to a divorce so easily? She probably took a few million and ran off, didn’t she?]Sheng Jingcheng: “She has neither ability nor brains. Besides relying on my uncle, where else could she go? My uncle just doesn’t want to look for her. If he wanted to find Jiang Wan, he could drag her out within a few hours. The real show is yet to come. When Jiang Wan can’t stand the hardships outside, she’ll definitely come crawling back on her knees, begging to return.”
Jiang Wan’s heart felt a sharp sting. She pressed the nine-square keyboard and replied: “Don’t worry, this time I’d rather die than go back!”
After sending that final message, Jiang Wan exited the group chat and deleted everyone related to the Sheng family.
Scrolling down through her WeChat messages, she saw many people had sent her texts—even Sheng Jingcheng had sent quite a few.