Chарtеr 5: I’ll Раy You Bасk with a Loаn.
Therе wеrе nо finаnсial еntаnglеmеnts betweеn He Yang and Jiаng Siуe. Тhеir mаrriаgе had bееn shоrt—just two yеаrs. She didn’t wаnt anything from him, sо issues likе asset division didn’t сomе into рlаy.
Thus, Нe Yang had рrintеd thе divоrce аgrееmеnt herself.
Аrriving at thеir home, shе pulled thе agreеment from her bаg аnd рlaсеd it on the tablе.
Jiang Siуе was still holding thаt pot оf souр.
“Таke а look,” Нe Yang sаid раtiently. “If there are no issues, just sign.”
Тhе man gave no indiсаtion of agrееment or disagreement. His slender, elegant index finger traced the bottom of the pot as he remained silent.
He Yang studied his expression. “For my personal expenses, food, and accommodation over these two years, I’ll transfer the amount separately to your card.”
Jiang Siye’s finger abruptly stilled.
A storm gathered in his eyes.
He Yang had never considered divorce to be a difficult matter.
At least, not when it came to Jiang Siye.
He had plenty of options—if one didn’t work out, another could quickly take its place.
He lacked neither money nor women.
Besides, she was ordinary, not irreplaceable.
Settle the accounts cleanly, both sign the papers, and this marriage could be concluded.
That was He Yang’s thinking.
The living room fell into a prolonged silence.
He Yang thought for a moment, trying to be as thorough as possible. “If neither of us says anything, others will just think you dumped me.”
That would preserve his face and self-esteem.
How considerate.
After speaking, she waited for Jiang Siye’s response.
The man’s eyelashes were lowered, hiding the emotions in his eyes.
He leisurely set the stew pot on the table, the porcelain clinking softly. “I bought you a villa in the eastern suburbs. It’s yours alone.”
He Yang retorted sarcastically, “If I buy you a set of clothes, it’ll be yours alone too.”
Jiang Siye replied flippantly, “Thank you for your care, wifey.”
He Yang said, “Sign.”
Jiang Siye said, “No.”
He Yang reminded herself to be patient. “What other conditions do you have?”
Jiang Siye seemed to scoff. “Have you settled the fee for using me for two years?”
“…”
“With my looks,” Jiang Siye said shamelessly, “five thousand a night is cheap, right? Two years—do the math.”
He Yang found it absurd but still agreed to his unreasonable demand. “I’ll pay you back with a loan.”
A vein on Jiang Siye’s temple suddenly bulged.
He had thought she would call him shameless, argue and settle accounts with him. Once she had vented enough, he would hold her, kiss her, and in the end, they would reconcile.
That was the scenario he had envisioned.
The one thing he hadn’t anticipated was her agreeing so readily.
Without even wanting to say another word to him.
He Yang shoved the gold pen toward him. “Add that clause yourself, then sign.”
Jiang Siye’s gaze turned dangerous. “Don’t mess around…”
“I’m not messing around,” He Yang said seriously. “My mom and my aunt both said that when you marry, you should marry a man who’s willing to divorce properly. I believe you’re that kind of man, right?”
“…”
Damn.
She even dared to gaslight him.
On the brink of death, she still had the nerve to flatter him.
Jiang Siye flung the gold pen aside.
The pen snapped.
Ink splattered in chaotic black dots.
Just like his mood at that moment.
“I can’t accept having a failed marriage,” Jiang Siye’s voice was icy. “I’ve never tasted failure before.”
“…” He Yang expressed understanding. “Don’t think of this as a failure. It’s just a small bump on your life’s journey…”
Jiang Siye’s eyelids twitched. “Don’t use child psychology on me!”
He Yang’s expression instantly vanished.
“Yangyang, my dear,” realizing he had misspoken, Jiang Siye tried to hug her. “Let’s start over, okay…”He Yang’s eyes turned numb again. “Give Zhengzheng back to me.”
“……”
The child was the fatal wound between them.
For He Yang, anything else could be forgiven—except for the child.
He Yang firmly believed that if Jiang Siye hadn’t given up so quickly, her Zhengzheng would still have had a sliver of hope.
Unforgivable.
She could never forgive him.
Jiang Siye’s Adam’s apple bobbed rapidly, his voice tight. “We can have another child…”
He Yang’s emotions suddenly shattered. “I want Zhengzheng! The Zhengzheng you signed off on abandoning!!”
Jiang Siye quickly pulled her into his embrace, stroking her back repeatedly. “I was wrong, I shouldn’t have said that, I’m sorry…”
He Yang felt as though ten thousand swords had pierced her heart.
Bound by blood and bone, every time she closed her eyes, she saw the scene of her baby slowly dying in pain and suffocation.
Her breath caught along with it.
Her heart ached beyond words.
She wished she could experience every bit of the pain her baby had endured.
A tidal wave of emotions crashed over her, shattering her reason. Fear and anxiety forced her body to tremble.
He Yang screamed uncontrollably.
Jiang Siye’s eyes reddened as he shouted, “Call the doctor over!”
He Yang fell asleep.
The doctor had given her a sedative.
Jiang Siye’s phone rang incessantly—calls from the company, from the Jiang family, and from his so-called friends.
He silenced it.
With He Yang in a deep sleep, Jiang Siye held her close, replying only to a few urgent work messages and calls amidst the flood of notifications.
There was also a message from the Fifth Hospital.
The hospital where Jiang Zheng was secretly being treated.
Jiang Siye typed: [Can’t take calls right now. Text only.]
Attending physician: [The side effects are severe. The young master can’t endure it—fever of 40 degrees, two episodes of breath-holding. We need to perform electric shock resuscitation. The baby is too small; we don’t recommend it.]
He didn’t need to elaborate. Jiang Siye knew what electric shock meant for a baby under a hundred days old.
For a moment, he truly wanted to give up.
He didn’t want to continue.
He didn’t want to watch cold, sterile instruments moving in and out of his son’s tiny body.
The attending physician urged: [Reply quickly.]
Jiang Siye lowered his gaze, the light dim and uncertain. He Yang’s face was streaked with tears in her sleep.
Ever since learning the baby was gone, she had cried like this every night.
Jiang Siye closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, his expression was cold and unfeeling.
[Treat him. I’m on my way.]
As he got up, He Yang faintly sensed the movement.
The sedative was still taking effect.
Her consciousness was hazy. “Where are you going?”
Jiang Siye paused briefly before leaning down to kiss her. “There’s an emergency at the company. I have to go. Can you sleep by yourself for now, sweetheart?”
He Yang’s voice was thick with a nasal tone, tinged with sobs. “You’re always like this.”
He was always like this—called away by a phone call, held back by a gathering.
He Yang had grown used to it.
But was there ever truly getting used to it?
It was merely passive acceptance.
She had no resources or capital to offer, so she could only be obedient, only be well-behaved.
Trying her best not to cause him trouble.
He Yang was half-asleep, dazed.
Only when she was like this would she say such resentful things.
Jiang Siye had never heard her speak this way before.
He pressed his lips together, his hand stroking her forehead. Only when her breathing steadied did he stride away.
The doctor was sweating profusely with anxiety.
Through the glass window, Jiang Siye looked at the baby and whispered, “Can I go in and say something to him?”
The doctor replied, “Make it quick.”
After thorough disinfection and changing into sterile clothing, Jiang Siye stood beside the radiation table.
The baby was on the brink of death.
Jiang Siye’s throat tightened painfully.
In truth, Jiang Zheng resembled He Yang, though she didn’t know it.
A long moment passed.Jiang Siye whispered softly, “I don’t know if you can still grow up, but please try your best—”
“Daddy will pass all his future good luck to you.”