Chapter 79: Shen Xun Is Her Black History

"Alright, I understand," Father Shen said. Shen Xun glared fiercely at his sister, grabbed his coat and left.

Shen Xi felt a little scared and asked, "Dad, Mom, won't brother help Jiang Lai to hurt me?"

"No," Mother Shen patted her daughter's hand, "Your brother won't act against outsiders."

"But brother just said Jiang Lai isn't an outsider."

"But you're his own sister, so rest assured; your brother will definitely be angry for a while. Calm down a bit, then go coax your brother again."

"I don't know how to coax my brother; he almost choked me just now," Shen Xi pouted, then her eyes lit up, "I can't do it, but Sister Shutong can definitely do it."

She immediately called Lin Shutong.

"Sister Shutong, my brother found out I did it, he's angry and left, not even eating dinner at home. Please go and coax my brother for me."

"Don't worry, I won't say anything."

"Nothing to say?" Mother Shen asked her.

Shen Xi shook her head and said with a smile, "It's nothing."

Father Shen took his phone into the study and called Jiang Lai several times, but couldn't get through, probably because his own son was calling her.

He had to switch to a voice call.

Jiang Lai answered only on the second attempt.

"The call didn't go through earlier; did Shen Xun come looking for you?"

Facing Father Shen's cold, relentless questioning, Jiang Lai replied in the same tone, "No, I didn't answer the phone. Since I intend to divorce him, I won't entangle with him; you can rest assured."

"Hmm." Father Shen was slightly satisfied, "Last time you said you wanted nothing; send me the divorce agreement to look at. I need to confirm—if the agreement shows you claimed anything, I won't process your divorce certificate."

"Hold on." Jiang Lai pulled up a photo and sent it.

Father Shen put on his reading glasses, enlarged the image, and saw that indeed she wanted nothing.

"Jiang Lai, since you have a bit of conscience, we'll at least let you have food and lodging for four years."

Jiang Lai smiled lightly, "Anything else?"

"After the divorce certificate is issued, you must not publicly broadcast that you and Shen Xun were once married, nor mention why you divorced; if anyone asks, you can only say it was incompatible." Father Shen recalled his son's concerns, which were also his own.

In any case, his son's future and reputation must come first.

"Otherwise, you still refuse to process the divorce certificate?" Jiang Lai sat on the now‑clean sofa, "You only threaten me like this; didn't Aunt tell you what I said when she went back?"

Father Shen wore a serious expression, "Jiang Lai, you're becoming more and more uncultured."

"Hmm, the Shen family's upbringing is terrible; otherwise they wouldn't have produced a cheating son and a law‑breaking daughter."

"Jiang Lai!"

"I can hear you." Jiang Lai's ear was slightly away from the phone, "Rest assured, I won't publicize my black history, nor do I want to admit my four‑year‑long black history."

She hung up.

She really wants to block all the Shen family members.

But she still has to wait a while.

Jiang Lai continued tidying the room; the villa is huge, and even though everything is covered with dust‑proof cloths, cleaning still takes some time.

Cleaning finished.

The phone rang again.

It was the master's wife.

Jiang Lai's eyebrows twitched; the master's wife calling at this hour couldn't be because Shen Xun couldn't find her and went to Cui Zhai, could it?

Doesn't that mean the master's wife already knows what happened last night?

She hurriedly answered.

"Hello, Master's wife."

"Shen Xun came to me again, looking very urgent, saying he has something for you." The master's wife's tone sounded calm, indicating Shen Xun hadn't spoken.

Indeed, the Shen family cares about face.

Shen Xun also dared not mention last night's incident in front of the master's wife, since her temper is known to be bad.

"I'm at Master Cheng's house, busy tidying, and didn't answer his call."

"I chased him out and told the property manager not to let his car in again. But since he's so eager to find you, I wonder if something happened."

"I don't know; he's been acting crazy lately. After all, the Shen Xun I've known for four years is quite different."

"Forget it, don't worry about him," the master's wife said concernedly, "You haven't eaten all this time, have you? I'll have Butler Deng order delivery for you."

"Thank you, Master's wife." Jiang Lai smiled knowingly.

She just hung up.

The doorbell downstairs rang.

"That fast." Jiang Lai, in slippers, went downstairs, opened the door, and was surprised to see Ke Zhongyu standing there.

He had changed clothes but was still in a full suit, his tie neatly knotted.

He stood upright, one hand in his pocket, his gaze always slightly lowered, his deep eyes full of a world‑dominating authority.

"Chief Ke, are you heading to a large conference now?"

Ke Zhongyu stared at her.

"Chief Ke, I can't work overtime tonight."

Ke Zhongyu: "......"

"No one is making you work overtime." Ke Zhongyu walked in, looked around; the interior had plenty of furniture yet still felt empty.

The man frowned slightly, "Who told you to move here?"

"Teacher." Jiang Lai kept the main door open, standing a short distance from Ke Zhongyu, "Chief Ke, is there any work to assign?"

"I don't see any real work in your eyes. Otherwise you wouldn't have chosen to resign."

Jiang Lai pursed her lips and said nothing.

"Are you mute?" Ke Zhongyu had only heard his family scold him that way, and never imagined he'd one day use the phrase on someone else.

Jiang Lai: "No."

"How long have you been staying?"

"About half a month." Jiang Lai answered each question as it came.

Ke Zhongyu felt a choking anger inside.

The clever him quickly understood why she stayed only about half a month; that was when she quit her job.

This place is close to the Ke Clan.

Cui Zhai is in the suburbs, far from the Ke Clan, so getting to work on time requires getting up very early.

"Won't you buy me a glass of water?" Ke Zhongyu sat on the sofa, his bent legs still revealing their length.

"Fine." Jiang Lai realized she had been impolite; Ke Zhongyu was her benefactor, so she immediately went into the kitchen and lit the stove to boil water.

Plain water alone wasn't enough, and she instantly recalled that Dean Mom had sent a jar of dried honeysuckle as a specialty.

Carrying the honeysuckle into the kitchen, the kettle was already gurgling, boiling.

Her phone lay on the table, and messages kept popping up one after another.

【Jiang Lai, are you still angry?】

【Letting you go back to apologize to Xiao Xi was my fault.】

Shen Xun's attitude made a 180‑degree turn, and Jiang Lai was puzzled.

The messages kept popping.

【Can you answer a call? Reply to a message?】

【I know you haven't slept.】

【I'm very worried about you.】

【Jiang Lai, if you don't reply to my messages, I'll stay at Cui Zhai forever…】

The message was truncated, but Shen Xun mentioned Cui Zhai, and Jiang Lai, who was pouring water, felt a bit worried and freed a hand to tap the messages.

Before she could open it, the kettle tipped, and scalding water splashed onto the top of her foot.

"Ah." Jiang Lai let out a brief, light gasp.

"What's wrong?" Ke Zhongyu heard her, immediately set his phone down, and rose toward the kitchen.

The phone's screen remained on the notes app.

【Dress neatly to meet her; she thought I asked her to work overtime, heartless】