Rebirth: Divorcing the Billionaire
Chapter 114: Parents Come to Provide Support

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: Parents Come to Provide Support

"Tell me, what happened on the Night of Phoenix?"

Jian’s Father and Mother had stern faces, clearly ready to stand up for their daughter.

Jian Xi truly feared they would get so angry they might harm themselves.

She was truly at her wits’ end!

Si Yuhuan glanced at Jian Xi, who now quietly begged him, "They’re not in good health; you’d better explain things properly!"

She was a bit nervous, afraid Si Yuhuan wouldn’t cooperate.

Si Yuhuan nodded meaningfully. Jian Xi immediately pinched his arm. Si Yuhuan grimaced in pain, his handsome face contorting.

This woman! Her courage was growing, daring to lay her hands on him!

"Mom and Dad, we’re doing well. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Yuhan."

Father Jian looked over with a serious face. Si Yuhuan nodded. "It was to create a buzz for Yaowang. The Night of Phoenix only served that purpose."

"Using Jiang Qimeng to boost Xixi’s reputation?" Jian’s Mother expressed disbelief. Father Jian, feeling slightly embarrassed, tugged at his wife’s sleeve.

Mentioning that woman in front of their daughter! Wasn’t she afraid their girl wouldn’t be able to take it?

Jian’s Mother gave her husband a fierce glare. If your conscience is clear, what’s there to fear?

Unexpectedly, Si Yuhuan responded openly and directly, "Jian Xi is talented, something I hadn’t anticipated. As for Jiang Qimeng... well, she got what she deserved."

Jian Xi was shocked by Si Yuhuan’s comment about Jiang Qimeng and couldn’t help but look at him in astonishment.

Si Yuhuan caught her gaze. As their eyes met, he saw the disbelief in hers. His heart suddenly skipped a beat. "Our marriage has no problems."

"Good, good, good," Jian’s Father and Mother were very pleased.

Jian’s Mother sighed helplessly. This girl... she seems truly stuck in this trap with no way out.

She had nothing more to say.

"Since that’s the case, the Little New Year is coming soon," Jian’s Mother suggested. "After the exhibition, come over to our house for a meal."

"Okay."

Before Jian Xi could say anything, Si Yuhuan readily agreed.

Jian Xi was speechless.

This man is getting more and more shameless! I have to divorce him before the Little New Year and cut off all ties with him.

Jian Xi accompanied her parents home. Si Yuhuan had business to deal with at his company, so he didn’t join them.

On the way back, Father Jian drove and glanced at his daughter in the rearview mirror. "So, are you and Si Yuhuan in a good relationship?"

As a man himself, he felt he’d seen a trace of a man’s special protectiveness towards a woman in Si Yuhuan today. Especially when he agreed to come for the Little New Year’s meal without any hesitation. In the past, this would have been absolutely impossible.

"Yeah, not bad," Jian Xi hesitated for a moment and then nodded.

She didn’t know why her father was asking, but she definitely couldn’t tell him what she was planning to do right now.

Jian’s Mother looked at her meaningfully. Jian Xi didn’t want to explain any further and started to act spoiled, nestling against her mother. "Mom, I want to eat the food you make."

That was the truth.

Lately, with the pregnancy, her appetite had been unpredictable, and she felt off overall.

Jian’s Mother patted her lower back with concern. "You little rascal, how did you suddenly get so thin?"

Jian Xi curled up a little, a sense of grievance welling up, making her feel heavy-hearted. She pretended to be asleep so her parents wouldn’t disturb her.

By the time they reached the Jian Family Old House, Jian Xi had indeed fallen asleep in her mother’s arms.

In her dream, she was desperate and starving. Her father was dying in a small hotel, emaciated, clutching her hand. "Dad doesn’t blame you. The Jian Family’s trouble is fate. Xixi, you must protect yourself! Live on bravely."

BANG! The door of the small hotel was kicked open.

Jiang Qimeng barged in with several burly men and dragged her father from the bed. "As if you people could afford a hotel room! Throw them all out!"

Her father was thrown under an overpass. It was so cold!

"Don’t! Let him go—!"

Jian Xi suddenly woke up with a start.

As she fully came to, her parents were staring intently at her, puzzled.

Jian Xi wiped off the cold sweat, a wave of panic washing over her. Thank goodness she had been reborn. But that vivid sensation felt like it had happened only yesterday. She would never allow Jiang Qimeng to push her around and humiliate her ever again.

She waved her hands at her parents. "No, it’s nothing."

Then, flustered, she got out of the car.

Her parents followed her, asking, "Who were you telling someone to ’let go’ of?"

"Nobody! Mom and Dad, don’t overthink it. It was just a nightmare." Jian Xi began to feign ignorance again.

"This child..."

Since she didn’t want to talk, her parents didn’t press her further.

Jian Xi cherished the days with her parents. She had failed to appreciate these things in her past life. Now, given a second chance, she intended to hold onto them ten, even a hundred times more firmly. This resolve was as strong as her newfound appreciation for things she once disliked, like her mother’s Xiaomi pumpkin porridge. She had always detested its taste, but now she held a big bowl and drank it eagerly. "Mom’s cooking is the best! It’s sweet and so comforting for my stomach."

"You silly child, how come your tastes have suddenly changed so much?"

Adding small glutinous rice balls to the Xiaomi pumpkin porridge was something Father Jian had craved when he was abroad. Her mother felt her daughter’s behavior was strange, surprised that the girl who used to refuse the porridge was now enjoying it so much. Looking at the simmering soup in the tureen, she instructed Father Jian, "Old Jian, keep an eye on the tureen. I’m taking our daughter upstairs to pick out some newly bought accessories."

"Alright, alright. Can’t it wait until after the meal? And you could take me along to help choose."

"Men should stay out of women’s business. You just mind the tureen."

The couple’s playful banter was truly enviable.

Jian’s Mother pulled Jian Xi into a room and asked seriously, "What’s really going on? Your recent behavior is odd, and it’s worrying."

Jian Xi’s heart stirred. She hadn’t expected her mother to be so perceptive. She couldn’t very well tell them, ’I’ve been reborn, don’t be scared!’ That would be too outlandish; her parents would surely think she’d had a mental breakdown from stress.

"It’s just that I’ve thought things through. Life isn’t just about loving a man; it’s also about loving your family, especially Mom, Dad, and my brothers. So, I’m trying to be better."

"Improved enough to even change your taste?" She knew her own daughter’s temperament very well. Unless she’d suffered a huge blow... but everything recent had gone smoothly, just as Jian Xi had planned. Jian’s Mother still felt something wasn’t quite right.

Jian Xi, fearing further questioning might lead her to let something slip, quickly changed the subject. "I think Si Yuhuan has fallen in love with me."

"What?" Her mother indeed forgot what she had been about to ask.

"So, what do you think about it?"

"Divorce, of course! When I say I don’t love him, I mean it."

After a long silence, her mother nodded. "Marriage is a serious matter; we can’t take it lightly. Mom supports you, but as for your dad..."

"Don’t worry. Once the deed is done, he won’t have a choice but to agree." Jian Xi hooked her arm around her mother’s, smiling freely, though bitterness welled up inside her.

"All you do is talk nonsense. Anyone who didn’t know might think you were pregnant with the way you talk about a fait accompli."

"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH! How could that be possible!"

Jian’s Mother shot her a look. Jian Xi, feeling guilty, quickly grabbed a few pieces of jewelry and returned to her room.

She really didn’t know how much longer she could keep this up.

She checked her phone and saw a WeChat message from Zhou Yan: "Senior, is it convenient to meet?"

"Now?" Jian Xi thought of that mysterious and imposing man from the other day—his father, a man of high standing.