Chарter 11: What tо Do When Yоur Wifе Is а Сrуbаby? Just Sроil Неr
Jiang Li discоvered in her pаst lifе that Yuаn Неzhi likеd it whеn womеn асted cоquеttishly.
Вecausе she оften went to thе Yuan fаmily tо kеep Jiаng Song’er cоmраnу, she onсе rаn intо Yuan Hеzhi, who wаs about tо go out, аs she was lеaving.
She was аfrаid оf tall mеn—а psychоlogiсаl shadow lеft by Ye Yuсhen.
Оut оf рolitеness, Jiang Li grеeted Yuаn Неzhi in a weak voice, her bodу frоzen in placе, nоt daring to movе.
“Gоod afternoon, Brother Hezhi.”
What Jiang Li had intended to say was “Good afternoon, President Yuan,” but Jiang Song’er had recently been constantly whispering things like “Brother Ye” and “divorce” in her ear, so Jiang Li had unconsciously picked up the habit…
Yuan Hezhi paused in his steps and walked over to Jiang Li, his tall figure completely enveloping her.
At that time, Jiang Li had been emotionally manipulated by Ye Yuchen and lacked confidence, appearing extremely fragile, as if even an ant could crush her.
Thinking Yuan Hezhi was about to hit her, she lowered her small head, her frail shoulders trembling.
After what felt like an eternity, the man’s clear, cold voice rang out: “What did you just call me? Say it again.”
Jiang Li looked up and saw possessiveness in Yuan Hezhi’s eyes—the possessiveness of a man toward a woman.
Terrified, there was no way she would say it again. She turned and ran.
Afterward, Jiang Li narcissistically thought that if she had asked to change husbands at that moment, Yuan Hezhi might have agreed with a 1% probability.
But she knew Ye Yuchen would 100% disagree, and she couldn’t bear the punishment for failing. So, she didn’t grasp Yuan Hezhi, that last lifeline.
The next day, Jiang Li got up at six in the morning to wash up, then boarded the Bentley parked at the main gate and headed to the Zhao family.
In the driver’s and passenger’s seats sat two tall, imposing men, their muscles straining against their suits, making them look fierce.
“Good morning, Young Madam,” they said in unison.
“Good morning.”
Jiang Li had only wanted two ordinary people, but she hadn’t expected Yuan Hezhi to send two martial artists. She hoped they wouldn’t attract too much attention from the Zhao family, or things might become difficult.
While waiting at a traffic light, the two men stared at Jiang Li through the rearview mirror like oversized curious babies.
Jiang Li: “…”
“It seems you have something to say to me.”
Yuan San, sitting in the driver’s seat, asked, “Young Madam, did you marry the young master willingly?”
Jiang Li: “Yes.”
Good heavens, there really was a woman willing to marry the young master, that purebred demon!
Yuan San couldn’t help but press further: “Do you understand the young master?”
Jiang Li smiled shyly. “I haven’t lived with him, so I only know a little. In my heart, he’s a very good person, willing to help me when I’m in trouble.”
Yuan San and Yuan Si were shocked. They had been by the young master’s side for so long, yet they never knew he was a good person.
The Young Madam’s perception of the young master was far too distorted!
How much sweet talk had the young master fed the Young Madam? She was clearly deeply infatuated with him, to the point of talking nonsense!
The Bentley stopped at the entrance of the Zhao family.
When the trunk opened, there were two wooden boxes inside. Jiang Li stood to the side and asked if they needed help.
Yuan San and Yuan Si naturally refused. Jiang Li gave off a soft, easily bullied impression, but the man behind her was domineering and ruthless—who would dare provoke him?
They had arrived too early, and few people in the Zhao family were awake. Fortunately, Jiang Li knew the password to the Zhao family’s main gate and entered with the two bodyguards.Jiang Li first went to Old Madam Zhao’s room. Unlike in her previous life, she didn’t patiently wait for Old Madam Zhao to wake up naturally. Instead, she pushed the old woman’s shoulder and forcibly woke her up.
“Grandma, I’ve come to cook for you.”
Old Madam Zhao was dazed for a few minutes. After recognizing Jiang Li, she said impatiently, “It’s barely dawn. You’ve come too early. Come back after ten o’clock.”
Jiang Li replied, “Grandma, I came early to prepare soup for you. If I come at ten, you won’t have lunch until the afternoon. Go back to sleep. I’ll go to the kitchen and get busy.”
Old Madam Zhao ignored her and buried her head back in sleep.
Jiang Li went to the kitchen and handed the recipes she had prepared the night before to the chef. “After I get married, I won’t be able to come over every few days to cook for Grandma. So you need to learn these dishes.”
The chef said, “No problem.”
Jiang Li sat to the side, not doing much work herself, occasionally offering verbal advice and exchanging cooking tips with the chef.
After half an hour, Jiang Li got up and went to Old Madam Zhao’s bedroom, waking her again.
Before the old woman could get angry, Jiang Li said calmly, “Grandma, the soup is simmering. I need to go write calligraphy for you now. Could you unlock the door for me?”
Every time Jiang Li visited, she would practice calligraphy in a small study. The key to the study was kept by Old Madam Zhao.
The study housed two calligraphy scrolls by Master Liu. If left unlocked, the spoiled and unruly second-generation heirs doted on by Old Madam Zhao would sell those scrolls and squander the money on revelry.
Old Madam Zhao hadn’t slept well. Realizing Jiang Li’s current status was different, she swallowed the curses that rose to her lips.
“I’ll give you the key. Lock the study when you’re done and return the key to me.”
“Alright, Grandma. Go back to sleep. I won’t disturb you anymore.”
Jiang Li took the key and went to the small study with two bodyguards, packing up all the calligraphy and paintings inside into boxes.
Soon after, the two bodyguards carried the boxes out the main gate. Jiang Li returned the key to Old Madam Zhao and then left the Zhao residence.
In her previous life, Old Madam Zhao and Madam Jiang used Jiang Li’s calligraphy works to hold an exhibition for Jiang Song’er. Those who had mocked Jiang Song’er for overreaching by marrying Yuan Hezhi began praising her as “cultured and elegant through literary refinement.” For a time, public opinion shifted to portray Jiang Song’er and Yuan Hezhi as equals.
Jiang Li went to see Jiang Song’er’s calligraphy exhibition. She recognized her own handwriting—every piece in the exhibition hall was her work. Enraged, she lost her composure and called Jiang Song’er a thief, nearly vomiting blood in her fury.
Some called her a madwoman, and security guards escorted her out of the exhibition hall.
Jiang Li clenched her fists so tightly that her fingernails dug into her palms, yet she felt no pain.
Yuan Si said, “Young Madam, your phone has been ringing for a long time. Aren’t you going to answer it?”
Jiang Li snapped back to reality and quickly answered the call.
She uttered a soft “hello,” the corners of her eyes reddened with deep grievance, her voice thick with nasal tones. Cradling the phone, she seemed to lack a sense of security, as if longing to hide in someone’s embrace.
Yuan Hezhi frowned. “Who bullied you?”
Jiang Li sniffled. “No one bullied me. It’s just that I’m weak-willed and can’t bear even a little grievance. Don’t comfort me, or I’ll surely shed tears like a coward.”
Yuan Hezhi had lived an ascetic life for twenty-eight years. Power and money had gnawed at his flesh and blood, and the last remnants of his humanity were about to be swallowed by these undercurrents when he encountered Jiang Li—this unpredictable, lively treasure who breathed fresh life into his world.Yuan Hezhi: “You are the future mistress of the Yuan family. Even if you cannot stand on your own, you cannot be a crybaby.”
Jiang Li sniffled hard, “But my tears have already fallen.”
Yuan Hezhi’s first reaction was not to scold her for taking advantage of his indulgence, but to glance at the tissue beside his hand, his mind thinking there was no way to wipe her tears and runny nose.