Chapter 3

Xie Wantang didn't want to talk about Lu Yanshen's first love.

She watched Xu Yanqiu's livestream last night, and she also knew about the sold‑out sales.

That's why, after knowing, she rushed over right after finishing breakfast.

Actually, the Lu family villa is huge; not to mention giving her a dedicated room for her beloved flowers and herbs, there's even space for some medicinal herbs.

Even just freeing up the yard for her to grow medicinal herbs, the Lu family villa has plenty of land.

But because Lu Yanshen said he didn't want to see the house too messy and disliked the strange smells that would appear, Xie Wantang moved her studio to Xu Yanqiu's place.

As for the place to plant flowers, grasses, and medicinal herbs, she used her earnings plus the pocket money Lu Yanshen gave her each month to rent a plantation.

She has her own career; she is not the full‑time housewife Lu Yanshen imagined.

Nor is she a freeloader.

So, she sometimes really can't understand why Lu Yanshen looks down on her so much.

But it's fine; she does these things and lives however she likes.

She has always been quick to learn, good at many things, and in her areas of strength she picked a few things she loves most to do.

No matter how dazzling Xia Meng is, she merely relies on the spotlight, stands center stage, and is praised by fans, which gives her actress identity a halo of stardom.

But that kind of dazzle, relying on others' praise to stand on stage, doesn't last long.

In the entertainment industry, turnover is so rapid that even veteran actors have been left with no news at all, let alone Xia Meng, who was lifted by hype and persona.

She has filmed many movies, but her representative works are pitifully few.

Once the fans stop buying in, Xia Meng's career will be over.

However, Xia Meng is smart; she roughly knows fans aren't reliable, so isn't she latching onto Lu Yanshen again?

"Who is Lu Yanshen's first love, you bastard? Do I know her? Tell me, and I'll go meet her for you."

Xu Yanqiu chased Xie Wantang to the studio door.

"Who his first love is doesn't matter; right now our incense is severely out of stock, don't bother me—I have to work."

""

Xu Yanqiu was blocked outside the door, bursting with doubts.

Xie Wantang refused to say, so Xu Yanqiu opened her phone and searched, the topic being: 【Lu Clan Group President Lu's first love】.

Soon, the powerful internet pushed several results to her.

Because the subtitle was accurate, Xu Yanqiu quickly found what she wanted to look up.

Just——

"Holy shit, I fuck." Xu Yanqiu jumped up.

Lu Yanshen's first love turned out to be her new fan's goddess, Xia Meng?

The next second, Xu Yanqiu decisively decided to quit being a fan.

……

Xie Wantang hung up her phone, busy fulfilling orders, and worked nonstop for three full days in Xu Yanqiu's home studio.

Because she mysteriously lost contact for three days, both the Lu and Xie families fell into chaos.

Neither the Lu nor the Xie families knew much about Xie Wantang's social circle, so both sides searched outside for three full days with no news.

Until Old Madam Lu pressured Lu Yanshen, telling him not to focus only on work but to come back and handle the marital issue.

Even the backyard is on fire—what good is doing well in business then?

On the fourth day early morning, Lu Yanshen, stubble unshaven, appeared at Xu Yanqiu's door with Pei Xiao.

When the doorbell rang loudly, Xie Wantang was still asleep; Xu Yanqiu swore as she stumbled out of the bedroom to open the door, "Making money as a beast of burden is really damn hard."

After working three days and nights straight, they finally got the goods out.

She admires Xie Wantang, feeling that after this order, Xie Wantang needs to sleep two full days and nights to recover.

As a result, the dreams were beautiful, but reality is truly fucked up.

She had barely slept less than ten hours when some asshole pressed the wrong doorbell to come scold.

"Which turtle‑son runs over early in the morning to press someone's doorbell, you—"

Xu Yanqiu, hair a mess, wearing slippers, opened the door while cursing.

She opened the door without asking because she was half‑asleep and also had blind faith in the safety of their community.

She originally bought this second‑hand unit in the complex because she heard it had zero accidents, never any safety incidents.

Especially for a single woman, personal safety requires great protection.

The cursing died instantly when she saw Lu Yanshen standing at the door.

She slammed the door shut, not fully closed, and Lu Yanshen pushed it back open.

Lu Yanshen stood at the doorway, not intending to barge in, and said, "Tell Xie Wantang to come out."

"She's not here."

"That suitcase—I bought it in the States, a limited‑edition custom version. Do you have the same, Miss Xu? This brand's suitcase isn't something a working stiff would splurge on; only capitalists would."

Lu Yanshen spoke word by word; Xu Yanqiu, who calls herself a working beast of burden, had mocked him as a capitalist who eats meat without spitting out the bones—a remark he'd heard more than once.

Actually, Xie Wantang woke up the moment the doorbell rang.

I don't know why, but since she found out she was pregnant that day, her sleep quality has actually gotten worse.

Even if Xu Yanqiu gets up at night, Xie Wantang wakes up.

What's more, Lu Yanshen's persistent, annoying doorbell ringing.

Outside, Xu Yanqiu, relying on Lu Yanshen not breaking into her home, and having prepared to call the police immediately if he dared to enter, blocked the doorway, neither stepping aside nor calling Xie Wantang.

Let's see who's tougher.

Click——

Just as the two sides' troops faced each other and were about to reach a boiling point, Xie Wantang opened the door and stepped out.

She, with dark circles under her eyes and already changed clothes, walked to a corner of the living room, dragging the suitcase she had brought from home, and said, "Lu Yanshen, I'm going back with you."

"Alright, I'll wait for you downstairs, five minutes."

With those words, Lu Yanshen turned and left.

"Lu Yanshen really is a dog man," Xu Yanqiu cursed in anger; Lu Yanshen had already entered the elevator, out of hearing range. Xu Yanqiu then came over and grabbed Xie Wantang's hand, "Tang Tang, tell me, can you have some backbone?"

"He's not clear about First Love, and you're still going back with him?"

"If you're going back, you have to go back; how can you discuss divorce if you don't go back?" Xie Wantang smiled lightly.

After three busy days, she now faced Lu Yanshen far more calmly than three days ago.

"…Divorce? You're going back with him to divorce him? Fine, fine, good luck, good luck. As soon as there's any new development, you must inform me promptly!"

"Hmm."

Within the time Lu Yanshen stipulated, Xie Wantang went downstairs.

Lu Yanshen had already gotten into the car; Pei Xiao stood outside, and when he saw Xie Wantang approaching, he stepped forward, "Madam, I'll help you put the suitcase in the trunk."

"Thank you."

Xie Wantang glanced at the rear seat's tightly closed door, then opened the front passenger side, only to find a one‑meter‑tall giant doll occupying the seat.

Xie Wantang, helpless, had to reopen the rear seat door.

She sat down, and Lu Yanshen was at that moment on the phone, speaking in an exceedingly gentle tone, apparently urging the person on the other end, "Hmm, if you like it, buy it; play a couple more days before returning, enjoy yourself more, and the day you come back, I'll pick you up at the airport."

"..."

Xie Wantang guessed that the person on the other end of the phone was Xia Meng.