Rebirth: Divorcing the Billionaire
Chapter 56: Petty Tricks Are Not Enough

Chapter 56: Chapter 56: Petty Tricks Are Not Enough

She struggled desperately, reaching out to grasp something. Then she saw Wan Yu mouthing the words, "Grab hold of Si Yuhuan and piss off Jiang Qimeng. You go, girl."

Like hell she will!

BLEGH—

Jian Xi thought about how he might have just been kissing Jiang Qimeng intimately and then came to her, and she felt nauseated.

That’s what she thought, and that’s exactly what she did.

If Si Yuhuan hadn’t dodged in time, he would probably have been...

His handsome face was grim, as black as the bottom of a sooty pot. "Jian Xi, you did that on purpose, didn’t you?"

Jian Xi waved her hand dismissively and ran to the washroom, retching uncontrollably.

A large hand landed on her back, patting gently.

Jian Xi lifted her watery, hazy eyes. She seemed like someone still recovering from a serious injury, slightly dizzy. Or perhaps it was the strong aftereffects of mixing beer and liquor; she felt floaty, her body swaying unsteadily.

She pointed at Si Yuhuan and accused angrily, "You damn scumbag, why are you so blindly devoted to Jiang Qimeng? Why can’t you like me? Ten years! I devoted ten whole years to you! You’ve scarred me deeply, BURP—"

Tears streamed down her face.

Under the influence of alcohol, memories of her current life merged with those of her past life. The overlap caused Jian Xi unbearable pain, and she cried, looking soft and pitiful.

It was a softness Si Yuhuan hadn’t seen from her in a long time.

The man patiently went over to support her. He assumed "scarred me deeply" referred to her recent minor injuries. He couldn’t help but mutter, "So dramatic."

This sentence instantly ignited Jian Xi. "You’re the one who’s dramatic! Your whole family is dramatic! You killed my parents, and you killed me! You’re not human; you’re a demon!"

Thinking of all this, Jian Xi kicked him hard in the thigh.

Si Yuhuan took the kick squarely, pain contorting his handsome face.

She punched and kicked wildly, like a little lunatic.

As she hit him, she cursed, "You rotten scumbag, worthless trash! I don’t love you anymore! You and Jiang Qimeng can rot in hell together! Go die!"

"Enough!" Si Yuhuan grabbed Jian Xi and imprisoned her in his embrace, glaring furiously at the small woman. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

What was all this about her parents being dead, and she herself being dead?

Si Yuhuan felt Jian Xi was spouting illogical nonsense, yet she spoke with such genuine conviction. "When did I ever harm your entire family?" he asked.

Jian Xi trembled with rage. "It was just before! Are you trying to deny it?!"

Si Yuhuan’s cool gaze narrowed slightly.

He reached out to grasp Jian Xi’s hand, but she fiercely shook him off.

A complex mix of hatred, disgust, and rage flickered in the woman’s eyes.

This was an expression Si Yuhuan had never seen on her before!

But he was in no state to bicker with her now, feeling incredibly aggrieved.

Jian Xi shrieked in anguish, "Si Yuhuan, I hate you!"

Then, with a THUD, she collapsed into Si Yuhuan’s arms.

"Hey? Wake up?" He shook Jian Xi in his arms.

The woman gave no response.

Utterly exasperated, Si Yuhuan had no choice but to carry her home in his arms.

「...」

The next morning, Jian Xi woke up, pounding her aching head.

There wasn’t even a ghost of a shadow around.

The unfamiliar surroundings left her somewhat bewildered.

How did she get back?

Si Yuhuan!

As her consciousness slowly returned, she recalled what happened last night. She had gotten angry because Si Yuhuan and Jiang Qimeng were acting intimately at Fuyuan Official Residence. During the hotpot dinner, she had ignored Zhou Yan’s attempts to dissuade her and drank a lot. She hadn’t expected the alcohol to hit so hard, causing her to black out in patches!

Her clothes were still on properly; it seemed she hadn’t been taken advantage of.

DING-DONG!

The doorbell rang. Jian Xi went to answer it. A maid entered, holding a bowl of sobering soup. "Madam, you’ll feel better if you drink this. Director Si instructed me to take good care of you. Please let me know if you need anything."

Jian Xi paused for a moment.

The maid seemed to notice her confusion and replied with a smile, "This is Canglan Villa."

Ugh!

Wasn’t this the home she had emptied out herself?

She looked all around; it did seem somewhat familiar.

This had once been the "love nest" she had painstakingly built.

But that was all in her previous life. In this life, she didn’t even want to think about having any future with Si Yuhuan.

"Director Si watched over you all night without resting," the maid continued. "A call from the company came at dawn, and only then did he leave. Before going, he specifically instructed me to bring you the sobering soup first thing. He’s truly thoughtful towards you."

Heh!

Jian Xi felt as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world.

Si Yuhuan being thoughtful towards her? The sun would sooner rise in the west! He was probably up to no good!

Although she didn’t appreciate his gesture, her body was her own. Jian Xi still took the sobering soup from the maid’s hand and drank it all. Her stomach felt much better afterward.

She silently vowed to herself never to get drunk again.

She dismissed the maid.

Jian Xi got up, washed up, and then toured the newly renovated Canglan Villa.

The former cold and minimalist style was gone, replaced now by her favorite creamy, soft decor!

Jian Xi’s lips twitched. Had Si Yuhuan lost his mind?

He used to despise this kind of warm and cozy home style the most.

Wan Yu’s words—"Xixi, Si Yuhuan couldn’t have fallen for you, could he?"—once again echoed in her ears.

Jian Xi shivered. An illusion. It must be an illusion.

"Madam, you have visitors."

Visitors?

She had only stayed one night; where would visitors come from?

Just as she reached the living room, she saw Jiang Qimeng. Dressed in a high-couture white dress, Jiang Qimeng stood beside her assistant, Xiaozhang, and was casually instructing the maids to prepare coffee as if she were the mistress of the house.

"Our Miss Jiang prefers less sugar and no milk in her coffee. You all better pay attention!" Xiaozhang ordered arrogantly.

The maids nodded repeatedly.

"Stop!" Jian Xi walked over, her brows furrowed. She glanced at the maids. "You may all leave."

Want to drink coffee in her territory? Dream on!

Xiaozhang immediately shrieked, "Miss Jian, aren’t you going too far? Our Miss Jiang merely wants a cup of coffee, and you won’t even allow that? Is this your way of treating guests?"

"Get out!"

For this kind of yapping dog, Jian Xi couldn’t be bothered to waste another word.

Her gaze landed directly on Jiang Qimeng.

"Miss Jian, I apologize. My assistant spoke without thinking," Jiang Qimeng said, rising with a graceful nod. "I came to apologize to you. I presume you’ve seen the online rumors..."

Suddenly, Jian Xi laughed.

The smile on Jiang Qimeng’s face stiffened. "What are you laughing at?"

"I’m laughing at how you’re feigning innocence, truly like a white lotus," Jian Xi said, sitting down on the sofa and beckoning. A maid quickly served her coffee. Contrasting with Jiang Qimeng’s awkward situation, it was immediately apparent who the true mistress of the house was.

Jiang Qimeng’s expression immediately darkened.

"Si Yuhuan isn’t here. Who are you putting on this act for?"

"If I were you, I wouldn’t come here posturing so arrogantly. Instead, I’d use my brain to reflect on where exactly you went wrong, how you ended up losing ground at every turn, how all your hidden cards were exposed by me, forcing you to swallow your defeat in silence."

Jiang Qimeng’s face was stiff as she forced a smile. "What are you talking about, Miss Jian? I don’t understand a thing."

"Trying to use an apology to imply your intimacy with Si Yuhuan and provoke me? That tactic is far too childish. If these are the only schemes you have, they’re hardly worth a second look."

Although Jian Xi spoke nonchalantly now, in her previous life, she had driven herself to madness over these very things.

Perhaps only when one is no longer in love can one truly detach and face everything with greater rationality and composure.