Just got divorced and immediately got seduced by the stunning senior sister
Chapter 615: Reluctance and Helplessness

Chapter 615: Chapter 615: Reluctance and Helplessness

"Warlord, do we really not need to send someone to deal with that guy?" a man stepped forward, his face etched with concern.

He always felt uneasy leaving such a hidden threat unchecked.

If it endangered the Warlord’s safety, he couldn’t shirk the blame.

"Do you think he’s that powerful?" Jiang Fangzheng looked up, fixing his gaze on the man as he asked, "Worth me wasting the time of my engagement to deal with him?"

"No, I was just thinking that if he could take down your Four Great War Generals all by himself, he must have some skills," the man replied. "Such threats are best eliminated early for peace of mind."

He spoke his true thoughts.

"Heh," Jiang Fangzheng scoffed with disdain, "He’s just killed my four dogs, at best that makes him a wolf dog? Or perhaps a Tibetan mastiff?"

"But, you should know, dogs will always be dogs; how could they ever match a person?" Jiang Fangzheng stood up, placing a hand on the man’s shoulder, locking eyes with him as he confirmed, "Right?"

"..." The man hesitated for a moment before bowing his head, "You’re right, I was overthinking it."

"Never overestimate a dog; doing so would only lower your own standards as a person. I don’t want you to make such a basic mistake again," Jiang Fangzheng retracted his hand.

Passing by the man, he continued, "Let’s go, let’s go meet my beautiful fiancée."

"Yes!" The man followed closely behind Jiang Fangzheng, not daring to say anything more.

Fearing that stirring Jiang Fangzheng’s irritation might lead to a rash act of anger and the killing of one of his own, something that happened from time to time.

It wasn’t uncommon.

The man thought it was better to continue being a silent, obedient dog.

Better to not stand out than to make a mistake.

Before long.

Jiang Fangzheng arrived at the dressing room, opened the door, and saw Shen Junlan, dressed in a wedding gown, her makeup and attire exquisite.

"Junlan, you are truly beautiful," Jiang Fangzheng said as he spread his arms, wanting to embrace Shen Junlan.

But Shen Junlan remained seated, facing the makeup mirror, unmoved.

The atmosphere in the dressing room instantly turned frigid.

The makeup artists trembled with fear, worried about being dragged into the situation.

Then, the man spoke up, "Your business here is done, leave at once!"

Relieved, the artists set down their utensils and, sticking close to the walls, exited the room.

"Then, I shall not disturb you further." Following them out of the room, the man closed the door behind him.

Jiang Fangzheng appreciated his perceptiveness.

After an awkward smile, he lowered his arms and said, "Junlan, isn’t this a bit too cold for your fiancé? It will make people laugh at me."

"Jiang Fangzheng, don’t you think you’re too despicable?" Shen Junlan turned her head, her eyes meeting his. "To actually use the entire Shen Family to force me to marry you!"

Her gaze was cold and sharp as daggers.

If looks could kill, then Jiang Fangzheng might have died hundreds, if not thousands of times.

From Shen Junlan’s eyes, Jiang Fangzheng saw disappointment, endless disappointment.

But it didn’t matter to him, Jiang Fangzheng didn’t mind not having Shen Junlan’s heart; having her person was enough.

Moreover, the process of conquering a woman was far more enjoyable to him than the outcome.

If he really couldn’t win her over, then Jiang Fangzheng only considered, once he grew tired of her, callously discarding Shen Junlan.

Or, out of spite and rage, marrying her off to some beggar picked randomly from the streets, letting her be toyed with, regretting it for life!

"Junlan, you can’t blame me for this, if you really must blame someone, then blame me for loving you too much."

"That’s right, you can only blame me for loving you too much."

Jiang Fangzheng reached out to touch Shen Junlan’s cheek.

Slap!

But Shen Junlan leaned back, dodging and then raising her hand, slapping away Jiang Fangzheng’s reaching hand.

That hand, in Shen Junlan’s view, was utterly disgusting!

"..." Jiang Fangzheng stared at his hand that had been pushed away, frozen in both his movements and thoughts for a second or two.

Then he revealed a smile of understanding, "It doesn’t matter. You will always belong to me, and that, will never change."

"You’re not still hoping that guy will come to rescue you, are you?"

"I think you should be very clear that, with my strength, killing him would be no different from crushing an ant." Jiang Fangzheng came up behind Shen Junlan, bent down and whispered in her ear.

"You wouldn’t dare!" Shen Junlan snapped when she heard Jiang Fangzheng say that.

Her panic only served to provoke Jiang Fangzheng, sending him into a blind rage, unable to control his emotions.

He moved quickly, grabbing Shen Junlan’s neck, then looked in the mirror, watching her struggle to breathe, a twisted smile on his face, "What wouldn’t I dare do!"

"Even now, you still defend him? Let me tell you, you belong to me, and no one can change that!"

"If he dares to come, I will make sure he has no place to be buried!"

"Hmph!" He released his grip, letting Shen Junlan fall from the stool onto the floor.

"Cough cough cough!"

Watching her clutch at her chest, coughing violently, gasping for breath, her face pale and pitiful.

Jiang Fangzheng felt an indescribable pleasure in his heart.

He suddenly felt utterly relieved, the previous anger evaporating completely.

"Huu..." He exhaled a breath as if a weight had been lifted off him, then said, "Hurry up and get ready. Wipe away your tears, don’t mess up your makeup. I don’t want our distinguished guests to see my fiancée looking like a ghost at the engagement ceremony."

"..." Shen Junlan said nothing, just glared hatefully at Jiang Fangzheng.

She hated, hated herself for having met such a vile man.

Helplessly, she wondered why she couldn’t be like the heroines in her own stories, transcending the ordinary and taking control of their own lives.

The characters in her books lived such spirited lives of enmity and grace.

But when she looked at her own life, it was always in the hands of others.

Seeming to have freedom, yet in truth, she was still a canary trapped in a cage.

"Will he... really come for me?"

"He... seems to have no reason to do this for me."

"He..." Shen Junlan didn’t want to continue the thought.

Perhaps, resigning herself to become the envied Mrs. Jiang of the Jiang family, was the best destiny?

Maybe?

Shen Junlan ultimately chose to give up.

Believing that this was the script of life tailored for her by fate, and no matter how hard she tried, she could never escape it.

Soon.

The engagement ceremony began.

Shen Junlan, in a wedding dress, made a grand entrance. As soon as she appeared under the spotlight, she attracted countless gazes.

For a moment, the applause was thunderous.

Many envied Jiang Fangzheng for being able to marry such a beautiful wife.

Shen Junlan for being able to marry such an outstanding man.

But who would know of the reluctance and unwillingness in Shen Junlan’s heart?

How she wished, her prince charming, like in the fairy tales, would appear just in time...

Bang!

Boom!

The loud sound of a door being smashed open echoed throughout the hall.