Jiang Yuxia turned around, finally showing a faint smile. “Brother, long time no see. Why are you still so fierce?”
The police officer before her was none other than her cousin—the son of her maternal aunt.
Tang Fei wore a cold expression as he stepped forward and directly removed her sunglasses. “You’ve become quite accomplished in the five years you haven’t contacted us, even secretly getting married?”
Jiang Yuxia guiltily touched the tip of her nose. “Well… I just casually tied the knot.”
“Casually? Is marriage something to be taken so lightly? You’ve really grown bold.”
Just then, a police officer hurried out and reported to Tang Fei, “Captain, we received a phone tip. There’s a group brawl at Xing Sheng Internet Cafe.”
Tang Fei nodded, then turned to Jiang Yuxia with a reminder. “I have a mission right now, so I can’t have a proper chat with you. You know my address. Come over for dinner this weekend. I have questions for you!”
With that, he hurriedly left with his team.
The sound of pages turning and writing echoed in Jiang Yuxia’s ears.
For the two years since she had found the Diary, this was always the sound that accompanied its new predictions.
She deftly retrieved the blue-covered Diary from her bag.
This time, a new line of text appeared on its pages—
【July 20th: If only I could foresee the future. Then I’d know in advance that while stopping a brawl, my cousin would be stabbed by an impulsive teenager, succumb to his injuries after being hospitalized, and the perpetrator, being a minor, would only be sent to a reformatory. Rest in peace, cousin.】
July 20th—wasn’t that today?
Jiang Yuxia snapped the Diary shut and chased after Tang Fei’s retreating figure.
“Brother!”
Tang Fei turned back, and Jiang Yuxia warned him, “Take more people with you. Teenagers involved in brawls often carry knives. To be safe, you should take extra precautions.”
Hearing this, Tang Fei’s sternly furrowed brow relaxed slightly. He reached out and patted her shoulder.
“I understand. Be careful on your way home. And remember, come over for dinner this weekend. Bring that husband you ‘casually’ married along. Let us meet him.”
Jiang Yuxia watched as Tang Fei departed with two police cars before leaving the station herself.
As soon as she returned home and finished a hot shower, her phone rang.
The caller ID displayed “Wei Huaizhou.”
Jiang Yuxia frowned as she answered. Wei Huaizhou’s low, indifferent voice came through—
“I’m on a flight back to the country. Pack and get ready. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to meet the company shareholders.”
Back when they had just registered their marriage, Wei Nainai had sent Jiang Yuxia to Wei Corporation with a driver to deliver documents to Wei Huaizhou.
But as soon as she arrived downstairs, Wei Huaizhou, upon learning of her presence, called her. His tone was stiff as he told her not to come upstairs and to simply hand the documents to the driver.
From that moment, Jiang Yuxia understood that Wei Huaizhou saw her only as a wife he had been forced to marry—a complete tool, with no intention of letting her into his life.
He didn’t even want the company to know about her.
So Jiang Yuxia learned her place. She adhered to the boundaries Wei Huaizhou had drawn, remaining dutiful and low-key all along.
Unexpectedly, this time, Wei Huaizhou had taken the initiative to propose introducing her to the company shareholders.
Jiang Yuxia fell silent for a moment. “Mr. Wei, are you doing this to apologize on behalf of Ye Xiaoluo?”
On the other end of the line, Wei Huaizhou’s tone remained steady. “I have no need to apologize on her behalf. Taking you to meet the shareholders isn’t entirely for her sake either.”
Oh, not entirely.
Jiang Yuxia asked curiously, “Then what about the marriage certificate she has?”
“Fake.” Wei Huaizhou was sparing with his words.
“But Ye Xiaoluo doesn’t know it’s fake.”
Otherwise, she wouldn’t have dared to confront Jiang Yuxia and put on the airs of the rightful wife.
Wei Huaizhou didn’t deny this statement, remaining silent.
This meant that his relationship with Ye Xiaoluo was indeed unusual.
Jiang Yuxia lowered her head, her not-fully-dried hair dripping with water droplets.
Her eyes seemed to grow misty as a result.
Remembering how Wei Huaizhou had helped her back then, she pursed her lips and took the initiative to say:
“I’ll state my demands directly: have Ye Xiaoluo issue a public apology, and have the group release a document to clarify the situation. If this can be done, the compensation amount her cousin has to pay can be reduced by half.”
“However, I need to make this clear in advance, Mr. Wei: I won’t be the other woman, and I don’t agree with statements like ‘in a relationship, the one who isn’t loved is the third party.'”
At that moment, the sound of a flight attendant reminding passengers to switch to airplane mode came from Wei Huaizhou’s end.
“Let’s discuss this in person.”
“Alright.” She tightened her grip on the phone, her gaze shifting to a document she had already printed and placed on the nearby table.
“And, Jiang Yuxia, are you…”
His voice cut off abruptly.
The plane took off, and the signal was lost.
What Wei Huaizhou had wanted to say, Jiang Yuxia didn’t know.
She sat in silence for a moment, put down her phone, and went to blow-dry her hair.
The document beside the phone was unmistakably a divorce agreement.
Early the next morning.
Jiang Yuxia called the museum director and explained the whole situation.
Unexpectedly, the director was extremely understanding and expressed sympathy.
“Miss Jiang, we’ve all seen the video online and feel wronged on your behalf. We hope this incident doesn’t affect your mood.”
After hanging up, Jiang Yuxia curiously opened Douyin and scrolled through it.
The hashtag “Woman mistakes rightful wife for mistress” had indeed made it to the trending list.
She had only gone live, but naturally, someone had recorded the stream and uploaded the full video.
Overwhelming comments soon surpassed 10 million views.
[What’s wrong with the world these days? If a girl walking down the street is suddenly accused of being a mistress, does that make it okay to hit her? And no one stops it? What if it’s a deliberate setup by human traffickers?]
[Speaking of which, with these two women tearing into each other like this, why hasn’t the heir of the Wei Group stepped up? A grown man, how can he have the nerve!]
[Someone has already dug up all of Ye Xiaoluo’s information. She’s the daughter of the Wei family’s driver, and the Wei family funded her education abroad. Is this the kind of quality you get from a prestigious finance graduate?]
[I really admire this rightful wife, Ms. Jiang. She stayed calm under pressure and acted decisively. At first, I thought Ms. Ye Xiaoluo had been deceived and even offered to help her find a lawyer. Ms. Jiang is so kind—she should divorce and shine on her own!]
Jiang Yuxia frowned.
After Ye Xiaoluo’s commotion, her secret marriage and registration with Wei Huaizhou had become public knowledge.
Moreover, the number of followers on her Douyin account had skyrocketed to over six thousand, with countless private messages offering comfort.
Jiang Yuxia found it surreal—had she become famous because of this?
She put down her phone, got into her unremarkable white car, and drove straight to the Azure Coast Nursing Home.
This was privately owned by the Wei family—a tall European-style building nestled quietly in the serene mountains.
Jiang Yuxia carried two bags of nutritional supplements upstairs, where a nurse greeted her warmly: “Miss Jiang, you’re here. Mrs. Wei is in good spirits today, and she even has a relative visiting to keep her company.”
A relative?
After exchanging a few pleasantries with the nurse, Jiang Yuxia headed to the fifth floor, to Wei Nainai’s private VIP ward.
Pushing the door open, she saw Ye Xiaoluo in a white dress, sitting by the bedside, wiping away tears.
“Brother Huaizhou didn’t tell me. I had no idea you were so seriously ill.”
“I prefer peace and quiet while recovering, so only a few family members know. It’s understandable that you weren’t aware.”
Wei Nainai, lying in bed with silver hair and wearing comfortable silk loungewear, wore a calm yet distant smile on her face.
It wasn’t until she saw Jiang Yuxia walk in that Wei Nainai sat up, her demeanor turning warm and affectionate: “Xiaxia, you’re here. Why did you bring me things again? Come, sit down quickly.”
With a wave of her hand, she subtly pulled Ye Xiaoluo up from the stool, making room for Jiang Yuxia to sit.
The nanny stepped forward to take the supplements Jiang Yuxia had brought, leaving Ye Xiaoluo to stand further aside.
“Miss Jiang, you’ve finally come. Last time, Mrs. Wei kept saying how much she missed you since you hadn’t visited in days.”
“Grandma, I’ve been a bit busy lately. How are you recovering?” Jiang Yuxia chatted with Wei Nainai.
Wei Nainai held her hand, unable to get enough of looking at her, her smile filled with immense satisfaction and kindness.
“I’ve been fine for a while now. You and Huaizhou are both busy, so don’t come too often to spare yourselves the trouble. I’m doing well here. By the way, is Huaizhou returning to the country soon?”
Before Jiang Yuxia could respond, Ye Xiaoluo beside her chimed in: “Brother Huaizhou will arrive tonight.”
Jiang Yuxia glanced sideways at her, and Ye Xiaoluo lowered her head guiltily: “Miss Jiang, I’m really sorry about damaging your things.”
Wei Nainai looked puzzled: “What happened?”