Сhарtеr 9: You Neеd tо Ве Gоod.
Mrs. Song, Мrs. Li, аnd Mrs. Hе were right—mеn соuld indulgе in wild рlеasurеs оutsidе whilе still caring аbout stability at hоmе.
At рrеsеnt, thе right tо divorсе lаy in Jiang Siуе’s hands.
Оnly if he wantеd to divоrce, onlу if he wаs willing to divоrсe, cоuld it happеn.
Не Yаng couldn’t hеlр but lаugh.
Аs she laughеd, teаrs fell onе by onе.
This beаst.
This hypосritiсal bеаst.
When He Yаng was аbоut to graduаte from univеrsity, shе lоst thе phоto boх her pаrеnts hаd left her, which contained their еighth wеdding anniversary рhоtos.
It was alrеаdy late at night, and He Yang searched every path on campus with a flashlight, over and over again.
Jiang Siye rushed over in the dead of night, scolding her for being foolish while arranging for others to help her search.
He Yang’s arms and calves were covered in mosquito bites.
Jiang Siye crouched down to apply medicine for her, saying sternly, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier? Playing pitiful doesn’t work on me, you know?”
He Yang didn’t respond.
She wasn’t playing pitiful.
She wasn’t used to troubling others.
After scolding her, Jiang Siye kissed her again: “Alright, I really feel sorry for you. What do you want me to do?”
He Yang truly saw pity in his eyes.
But damn it, it was all fake.
Love really could be acted out.
To hell with his ancestors!
He Yang arrived home earlier than Jiang Siye.
He had to take the dog back to the Jiang family, and perhaps he needed to shower to wash away the scent from Chi Dandan’s side.
When Jiang Siye returned, He Yang was leaning against the headboard, reading a book.
The man raised an eyebrow: “Did you have fun with your cousin?”
He Yang turned a page.
Jiang Siye: “Did you apply medicine to the rash?”
He Yang turned another page.
Jiang Siye laughed in exasperation, resignedly washing his hands, disinfecting them, and squeezing a bit of the doctor-prescribed medicine onto his fingertip.
“Lift your clothes. You’re too lazy for your own good.”
He Yang turned another page.
Jiang Siye’s shoulders shook: “That’s enough. Even a scanner isn’t as fast as you.”
He Yang snapped the book shut.
Her gaze was dark and calm as she looked at him.
“Hurry up,” Jiang Siye sat on the edge of the bed. “Who suffers when the itching starts?”
He Yang thought he was right.
She shouldn’t make things difficult for her own body.
She unbuttoned a few buttons at the hem, revealing her not-yet-completely-flat stomach and her porcelain-like back.
Jiang Siye glanced at her, shamelessly saying, “Yang Bao…”
“Are you applying it or not?” As soon as she spoke, He Yang knew he was in a flirtatious mood. “If not, I’m going to sleep.”
Jiang Siye choked, letting out a faint hum in his throat, and applied the medicine on his fingertip to her red rash.
“Just applying medicine isn’t enough,” he muttered. “You need to boost your immunity, get some sun, and give your husband a smile and a hug every day…”
He Yang pulled her clothes back and turned to burrow under the covers.
Jiang Siye: “…”
Her temper was so big it felt unfamiliar to him.
After washing up, Jiang Siye still slept pressed against her back.
He had just lain down, not even having time to speak, when his phone rang.
He Yang opened her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering.
It was one of Jiang Siye’s friends, saying that Chi Dandan had attempted suicide and urging him to come to the hospital immediately.
After the words spoken earlier that evening had humiliated Chi Dandan, it was possible she couldn’t bear it and had tried to end her life.
He Yang watched coldly.
Jiang Siye replied impatiently: “Already asleep, don’t disturb.”
With that, he hung up.
A few minutes later, the phone rang again.
He Yang, with her back to him, couldn’t see his expression.
This call was from the Fifth Hospital.
When the Fifth Hospital called at such an hour, it was always because something was wrong with the baby.
Jiang Siye quickly got up and dressed: “Wife, you sleep first. I have an urgent matter…”
Suddenly—He Yang had unknowingly grabbed a corner of his clothing, tugging at him insistently.
Her eyes were dark, her expression calm: “I want you to hold me while I sleep.”
“…” Jiang Siye’s lips moved slightly.
It had been so long.
He Yang hadn’t kept him around for a very, very long time.
Had she given up on the idea of divorce and was willing to live a proper life with him?
But his phone was ringing incessantly, like a death knell.
Jiang Siye leaned down and kissed her lips: “There really is an urgent matter. Wait until I finish this busy period…”
“I won’t let you go,” He Yang said firmly. “Either you leave and don’t come back.”
“…”
He Yang wasn’t used to making such a fuss. She looked up and continued: “You’re not allowed to leave.”
Jiang Siye’s gaze gradually turned cold.
“He Yang.”
He was calling her by her full name again.
“You need to be good.”
He Yang trembled violently.
Yes.
Her greatest value lay in her obedience.
Once that value was gone, Jiang Siye would no longer be her Jiang Siye.
He would be Fourth Young Master Jiang.
The Jiang family’s Fourth Young Master.
Jiang Siye left.
He Yang didn’t sleep all night, keeping the lights on until dawn.
Jiang Siye had gone out of town.
Taking Jiang Zheng for an extremely complicated surgery.
He Yang received a message from Jiang Siye saying he was going on a business trip and wouldn’t be back for a while, telling her to take good care of herself.
He Yang deleted the message.
Jiang Siye was gone for two months.
He Yang passed her internship period smoothly at the streetwear company.
After signing the formal contract, He Yang took her two months’ salary and went to the mall to buy a massager for her aunt and the limited-edition perfume Lin Ting had been longing for.
Gu Hui seemed hesitant to speak.
He Yang wanted to laugh: “Auntie, what do you want to say?”
Lin Ting spoke bluntly: “She’s asking about your divorce.”
Gu Hui slapped her lightly.
He Yang fiddled with her chopsticks: “It was just a moment of anger. I feel like we can still make it work.”
“…”
“Sis,” Lin Ting said straightforwardly, “I heard from Shen Yishu that the news about Chi Dandan attempting suicide over your husband has spread.”
Shen Yishu was Lin Ting’s friend and the owner of the streetwear company where He Yang worked.
Mentioning this, He Yang showed no interest: “He spoke harshly, and the girl couldn’t handle it.”
Lin Ting craned her neck, staring at her: “Did you hear it? What did you hear?”
He Yang pushed her away: “It’s not about the words, it’s about how deeply she likes Jiang Siye.”
Superficial affection wouldn’t be hurt by a few words.
To reach the point of suicide, that affection must be deeply entangled.
But Lin Ting wasn’t concerned about that: “I just want to know, did they mention you?”
“…”
“I don’t care how badly she was hurt,” Lin Ting said. “I just want to know if there were any words that hurt you.”
Regret.
She should have followed He Yang to the restroom.
Who knew Chi Dandan and her friends were next door?
He Yang paused for a moment, then curved her lips: “No, Jiang Siye is coming back.”
Lin Ting was displeased: “So?”
He Yang said nonchalantly: “I’m moving back to the Jiang family.”
At these words, even Gu Hui began to fidget.
“Why are you going back? Even when you were out, your mother-in-law would find trouble. If you move back, you…”
How much more suffering would you have to endure?
Over the two months, He Yang had been doing well, her complexion pale and clean.
She tied up her loose hair, her eyes gentle: “She is my son’s grandmother. It’s only right to be filial to her.”
“…”
Lin Ting felt a bit uneasy.
Back in middle school, a boy in her class had put a pet snake in her backpack, and He Yang happened to pick her up from school.
At the school gate, the pet snake slithered out.
Lin Ting screamed in terror.He Yang reached out and pinched the snake’s seven inches, then flung it into the working small cement mixer.
Lin Ting could never forget the expression on He Yang’s face at that moment.
It was exactly the same as it was now.