Chapter 13

After finishing a big pot of braised noodles, Xie Wantang couldn't understand why Lu Yanshen wasn't willing to divorce her readily.

She's already left with nothing, and he still won't?

Is he stupid?

"Could there be a possibility that a man's sex and love are separate? He loves his First Love, but he also truly enjoys being with you?" Seeing her best friend so worried, Xu Yanqiu put forward a hypothesis.

"……"

If Lu Yanshen is such a bastard, it's truly a waste of her feelings for him over all these years.

It's practically a desecration of her pure love for him.

Deep down, Xie Wantang still doesn't want Lu Yanshen to be such a man.

After all, he's a man she deeply loved and still loves; she doesn't want her judgment to be so poor.

To think a person is so trashy.

"He hasn't had sex with me for twenty days," Xie Wantang said, indirectly denying that Lu Yanshen is such a low-quality man.

"Do you still want to have sex with him?" Xu Yanqiu asked seriously.

"No."

Xie Wantang didn't hesitate; never mind that she's pregnant and thus can't, just that photo made her feel uncomfortable.

She also couldn't go through with it.

Xia Meng could delete that photo from her social media, but she couldn't erase the psychological shadow it caused her.

"Then just don't go back tonight; anyway, I have everything you need here."

"If you go back tonight, he'll definitely sleep with you; of course, if you want to confirm something, you can also go back— a man starved for twenty days and not fed will find you a tasty treat."

"But if he's been fed by his First Love, then you're not enough; how about giving it a try?"

"This can also serve as invisible evidence to confirm whether he has physically cheated."

Xu Yanqiu rationally helped her analyze the current problem; this evidence can't be used in court, that's all.

Emotionally, if Lu Yanshen really has an unclear relationship with Xia Meng, then she supports Xie Wantang's divorce.

But what if it's just a misunderstanding?

After all, Lu Yanshen hasn't admitted it, and today he even found a witness to specifically prove to Xie Wantang that he was somewhere else that night, not on the mountaintop.

That sole piece of evidence was also deleted by the other party involved.

Just talking without proof is this helpless.

Xie Wantang is caught in the difficult choice of whether to go back or not.

Just after she woke up, Lu Yanshen gave her three missed calls.

This wouldn't have happened before.

Usually, he calls once; if she doesn't answer, he waits until she's free to call him back, and won't call a second time.

But this afternoon, he actually made three missed calls.

Of course, seeing Lu Yanshen's missed calls, she can go a long time without replying; this is also the first time for Xie Wantang.

"Then… try once more?" Xie Wantang raised her eyebrows to test Xu Yanqiu.

Xu Yanqiu's defenses broke: "Xie Wantang, I knew it, you've already loosened up, right?"

"I haven't; I just want to get the evidence quickly so Lu Yanshen will willingly sign," Xie Wantang argued speciously.

"Alright, I don't believe you a bit; since you've decided to go back, I won't stop you— after all, your own marriage, you know whether it's cold or hot."

"……"

Xu Yanqiu's words weren't harsh, but they gave Xie Wantang a big stimulus.

Lu Yanshen, I'll just give you one more chance.

Xie Wantang secretly swore.

"……"

Nine o'clock in the evening.

Xie Wantang drove back to the Lu Family residence alone in the car she had previously driven out.

At this moment, the house was brightly lit, with people bustling about.

Xie Wantang, puzzled, drove the car in, and the housekeeper came over, saying, "Madam, you've finally returned."

"Butler, what's going on?"

"Aunt Lan and Aunt Li don't know what's wrong with them today; they've been complaining to the master about you, and the master got angry, telling them to pack up and get lost."

"……"

Xie Wantang really didn't expect it— Lu Yanshen would actually stand up for her?

She's been subjected to Aunt Li's sarcastic remarks for more than a day or two; knowing she used to be an elder from the old residence, she's always tolerated it for Lu Yanshen's sake.

Moreover, there's a more important reason: her mother-in-law told her on the day she got her marriage certificate with Lu Yanshen that Lu Yanshen grew up eating the food Aunt Li cooked.

So she allowed Aunt Li to come over to take care of their three daily meals.

Aunt Li really knows Lu Yanshen's tastes; she always makes the dishes he loves.

And what about her?

She likes Lu Yanshen, but there really aren't many of the dishes he likes that she also likes to eat.

Especially that damn millet porridge.

Not to say it's disgusting, but it's one of the foods she hates the most.

However, Aunt Li would love to cook it for her eight times a week.

"Madam, shall I have the driver take the car back to the garage?" the housekeeper said respectfully.

"Okay, thank you, housekeeper."

"No trouble, madam, it's only proper."

Xie Wantang got out of the car, handed the car keys to the butler, then went up the steps and entered the house.

Inside, Li Ma was tearfully begging Lu Yanshen for mercy; she didn't want to leave.

Xie Wantang snorted; she of course knew why Li Ma didn't want to leave.

Here, how free, how imposing! Former Xie Wantang was just a soft persimmon easy to push around; Lu Yanshen was busy with work and often not home.

Even when he was home, he didn't manage anything.

Isn't that unfree?

If they were sent back to the ancestral home, there are many rules, many people, huge competitive pressure; every day you're restrained—where could you be as comfortable as here?

Just—

Xie Wantang just didn't know whether Lu Yanshen really intended to drive these two away.

Or was he just putting on a show for her to see?

Seeing Xie Wantang come in, Lu Yanshen raised his eyes and glanced at her; this Xie Wantang had eaten her fill, slept well, looked spirited, her skin good—fair with a rosy glow, even shining.

He made so many calls, she didn't answer, didn't even return a call.

Forget it, at least she came back—that's good enough.

Li Ma and Auntie Lan saw Xie Wantang; Auntie Lan came crawling over, grabbed Xie Wantang's jeans, pleaded with her, saying she wanted to stay and promised Xie Wantang she would never gossip again.

Let Xie Wantang give her another chance.

Seeing Xie Wantang, Li Ma hastily wiped the tears from her face, still holding herself, refusing to beg Xie Wantang for mercy no matter what.

In her heart she secretly scolded the Lan Auntie groveling on the ground begging Xie Wantang for mercy as spineless.

"Yo, President Lu, why are you suddenly so angry?" Xie Wantang brushed aside Auntie Lan, walked to the living room, sat on another sofa, crossed her legs, with a tone of watching a show.

"Isn't Li Ma from the ancestral home? What did she do to make President Lu so angry he wants to drive her away?"

Lu Yanshen saw her feigning ignorance, eyebrows slightly raised, "Just because she can't even remember or make the dishes Madam Lu likes, she doesn't need to stay in this household— is that charge enough?"

"Hmm, enough." Xie Wantang nodded, "It's been three years already; President Lu only now thinks to pursue this— isn't it a bit late?"

Li Ma beside them nearly fainted from anger.

"And what about Auntie Lan?"

"She can't even wash a shirt properly— dereliction of duty."

"……"

"Dereliction of duty, then she has nothing to say."

Seeing she had finished asking, Lu Yanshen began to ask, "Have you come back after dinner?"

"Yeah, from Qiuqiu's place; she made me braised noodles, President Lu hasn't eaten yet?"

"Now eating."

Lu Yanshen suddenly stood up, taking advantage of Xie Wantang not reacting yet, gave her a princess carry, lifting her from the sofa and heading upstairs.