Yu Xiyue had studied law, but her specialization was corporate-related matters.
Divorce cases weren’t completely unfamiliar to her.
While abroad, she had helped a woman with one.
It was precisely because of this that Bian Xue, upon learning about it, had arranged today’s meeting.
Having recently returned to China, Yu Xiyue thought taking on some work while pregnant wouldn’t be bad. “Do you have evidence?”
Shan Lingfei took out her phone and showed it to her. “I have chat records, transfer records, and hotel booking records. I took these with my own phone. When I confronted him, he firmly denied everything, claiming they were just discussing scripts.”
Such familiar rhetoric.
Nighttime Script?
The three of them chatted while getting their nails done.
As Yu Xiyue reviewed the evidence, she noticed Feng Jingche’s name appeared when she searched for Li Linjiang.
They had co-starred in movies together, and Li Linjiang had even mentored Feng Jingche in acting.
Shan Lingfei had been Li Linjiang’s agent since his debut.
She had quietly supported him for nearly twenty years.
They also had two children.
As he grew older, with fewer fans and no longer following an idol path, they publicly announced their marriage and began portraying him as a devoted husband.
They even became hugely popular after appearing on a parent-child variety show with their young daughter.
Li Linjiang’s career luck was truly remarkable!
Starting young, then gaining fame through family variety shows, followed by collaborations with Feng Jingche that brought more popularity – he still had plenty of acting opportunities.
With his excellent acting skills, he presented himself as the nation’s ideal husband and father-in-law to the public.
In reality, his marriage had long been strained, and he was keeping a mistress outside.
Tsk tsk.
The entertainment industry is so dark.
The waters run deep.
No one in the entertainment industry dared to bully Feng Jingche though – he was capital himself, unless he wanted to exploit other women.
Judging by Feng Jingche’s skills that night, he probably hadn’t engaged in such practices before.
Whether that would change in the future remained unknown.
“He doesn’t want to divorce – it would damage his image. Besides the children’s living expenses, tuition, and tutoring fees, he doesn’t give me any additional money. The money he earned during our marriage should be considered marital property. I want what rightfully belongs to me.” Dark circles shadowed Shan Lingfei’s eyes.
Despite her makeup, her weariness was evident.
They continued talking for two more hours.
Shan Lingfei had to leave first to cook for her two children.
Only Yu Xiyue and Bian Xue remained to have dinner.
“Sweetie, confess honestly! Who’s the father? All of Beijing is buzzing about you being married, but no one can figure out who your husband is.”
The harder he was to identify, the more it suggested he was either completely ordinary or some mysterious big shot.
“Feng Jingche.”
“FENG JINGCHE!!!!”
Fortunately, they were in a private room with good soundproofing.
Otherwise, with Bian Xue’s volume, the entire restaurant would have heard Feng Jingche’s name.
Bian Xue dropped her chopsticks in shock, her eyes burning with gossip curiosity. “You actually married the dream of nine hundred million girls!! Sweetie, you’re amazing, you’re so accomplished, you’ve really done us women proud!”
Yu Xiyue calmly countered, “Isn’t Lin Gou the dream of nine hundred million girls?”
“That’s not the point! The point is you actually conquered the unattainable flower! That’s Feng Jingche we’re talking about! Do you know how many actresses in our circle like him? Some even flirt with him right in front of cameras! And you quietly managed to land Feng Jingche! Tell me quickly, what’s your secret?”
“A complete accident.”
Bian Xue didn’t understand. Bian Xue was utterly shocked.
“Let me think… You married Feng Jingche, so the baby in your belly…?” Bian Xue covered her mouth.
Girl, you’re absolutely amazing.
Pregnant and still managed to win over Feng Jingche.
Bian Xue was thrilled, “Write a book about it, sis, I’ll kneel while listening!”
Yu Xiyue then told Bian Xue about the fortune-teller incident.
Bian Xue instantly deflated, tilting her head with utter despair, “This works too? This is just fate!”
If only it were her fate.
In the original story, her death was utterly tragic.
Now that she’s distanced herself from the plot, she feels fantastic.
Speak of the devil!
Right after lunch, as they left the private room, they ran into Gu Feiran and An Wanwan.
Plot Master, must you torment me like this??
Ah!
Whenever she encounters the original male and female leads, Yu Xiyue tends to lose control.
“Yueyue!”
Gu Feiran immediately abandoned his business partner and strode toward her.
Stupid legs, run fast!
Yu Xiyue held her belly and dashed downstairs.
Bian Xue, confused, hurried after her.
But she was still caught.
Yu Xiyue shook off Gu Feiran’s hand, “Men and women shouldn’t touch each other.”
“Yueyue, why do you keep avoiding me?”
Because I don’t want to see you!
Is it that hard to guess?
“My husband doesn’t allow us to meet. He gets jealous,” Yu Xiyue blurted out without thinking.
“We’re childhood sweethearts, our families are old friends. What right does he have to stop you from making friends? You have no freedom married to him. You should divorce him.”
“After the divorce, will you marry me? Will you marry a pregnant woman? Can you bear to part with the Little Substitute who follows you around every day?” Yu Xiyue’s gaze drifted toward An Wanwan, who was carrying Gu Feiran’s suit jacket as she came downstairs.
“As long as she’s by your side, it proves your feelings for me aren’t as pure as you think, Gu Feiran. If you want me, fire her. Otherwise, don’t bother me.”
Having said that, Yu Xiyue turned and left.
Run!
Run!
If she didn’t escape quickly, she had no idea what disgusting or vicious words the Plot Master would force out of her mouth.
Back in the car, Yu Xiyue was still shaken, her heart pounding wildly.
“Sweetie, what was that all about just now?” Bian Xue asked with concern, reaching out to feel Yu Xiyue’s forehead.
No fever.
So why the nonsense?
True, Yu Xiyue and Gu Feiran were childhood sweethearts. True, Gu Feiran was handsome, elegant, and gifted. But the moment he got a Substitute, in Bian Xue’s eyes, he was tainted.
His heart was dirty.
Feng Jingche had no such issues—no scandals even in the entertainment industry, and now he was married.
Obviously, she should stick with Feng Jingche!
Was she really considering divorcing him to marry Gu Feiran???
“Sweetie, snap out of it.”
“I was just teasing Gu Feiran, trying to disgust him. Don’t worry, I won’t go for a man who keeps a Substitute,” Yu Xiyue couldn’t possibly tell Bian Xue that she had been controlled by the Plot Master.
She was already pregnant, even married.
Yet the Plot Master still insisted on dragging her into this ridiculous love triangle.
The Plot Master was working harder than she was.
“Right! What kind of domineering CEO can’t afford a plane ticket? Look down on him, despise him!” Bian Xue used to adore the childhood sweethearts trope.
But ever since she saw An Wanwan by Gu Feiran’s side, she felt completely turned off.
After they left, An Wanwan handed the suit to Gu Feiran, head bowed in silence as she quietly opened the car door.
Gu Feiran got in, his handsome but cold profile facing An Wanwan. “You don’t need to come tomorrow.”
The Maybach sped off.
An Wanwan stood alone, her heart bleeding.
Why was he treating her like this?
Just because she looks a bit like Yu Xiyue?
She studied so hard, worked so hard, yet lost her job because of someone’s words.
Why???
Yu Xiyue must take responsibility for her.