The Tycoon's Mysterious Darling Wife
Chapter 272. Mr. Fu captures the heart

Chapter 272: 272. Mr. Fu captures the heart

Upon hearing this, Shen Junze’s heart immediately sank. He was almost certain that Shen Qinglan was about to reveal that he had been using Old Sir Shen’s name, and he glared fiercely at her. "Shen Qinglan, don’t think I don’t know that it was you who told Brother about this."

Otherwise, Shen Junyu hadn’t made any moves previously, but the day he ran into Shen Qinglan, the Junlan Group suddenly set its sights on that plot of land. They had quickly negotiated terms with the local people, and by the time he received the news and rushed over, the contract had already been signed all within just four or five short days.

"I was the one who told Brother, and that only proves that Brother’s terms were more attractive," Shen Qinglan stated, sitting down beside Old Sir Shen, her voice tranquil. In fact, she didn’t even know that Shen Junyu had already negotiated and signed the contract.

Old Sir Shen’s expression did not improve at the sight of Shen Qinglan. He looked at her and asked, "Lanlan, what did you just mean by that?"

Shen Qinglan smiled and took Old Sir Shen’s arm. "Grandpa, it’s nothing."

Seeing that Shen Qinglan was unwilling to elaborate, Old Sir Shen did not press further, but he glanced at Shen Junze and said softly, "People from the Shen Family should act with integrity and a clear conscience. If I find out you have done something outside that betrays your own conscience, don’t blame this old man for being ruthless."

As soon as these words were spoken, Shen Qinglan and Shen Junyu had no reaction, but Shen Junze’s expression turned even uglier. Clearly, these words were meant for him. His uncle was right; the Shen Family never considered him as one of their own. When his father was alive, they were indifferent to him, and now that his father was gone, they didn’t even regard him at all.

Deep resentment filled the depths of Shen Junze’s eyes, especially towards Old Sir Shen. As his grandson, the disparity in the way he was treated compared to Shen Junyu was stark. Such a grandfather was not worth having.

He stood up. "Grandpa, I know you don’t like my mom, and by extension, you don’t like me either. You might as well not say these things; I’ve figured it out. Shen Junyu and Shen Qinglan are your true grandchildren. What am I but nothing? Since that’s the case, I won’t bother you anymore."

He turned to Shen Junyu. "Thank you, Big Brother, for teaching me such a profound lesson today. I’ve learned my lesson. From now on, we’ll just compete based on our own abilities in business."

This time, it was Old Sir Shen’s turn to look displeased, but Shen Junze didn’t wait for him to speak and simply walked away.

"Grandpa, don’t be angry," Shen Junyu hurried to say. "Lanlan and Hengyi have just returned; if you get angry, Hengyi might think you don’t want them to come back."

Shen Qinglan was Old Sir Shen’s soft spot, and now even more so. True to form, as soon as Shen Junyu’s words were out, Old Sir Shen’s anger dissipated, and he glared at Shen Junyu. "Nonsense, I wish Lanlan would come back every day."

He then lovingly looked at Fu Hengyi. "Didn’t you say you went out to travel? How come you are back so soon?"

Fu Hengyi replied with a warm smile, "We originally planned to take Qinglan to the hot springs, but apparently, it’s better to avoid hot springs in the early stages of pregnancy, so we came back early."

Hearing this, Old Sir Shen nodded. "Then you can go another time. It’s good to have many family members at home to take good care of Qinglan. Just stay at home for now."

"Yes, that’s what Qinglan and I planned," said Fu Hengyi.

Fu Hengyi was always a measured person, and Old Sir Shen naturally trusted him with whatever he did.

The following day, Shen Qinglan went to meet Frank and Noah. Originally, Shen Qinglan wanted Fu Hengyi to come with her, but he refused. This was Shen Qinglan’s career, and Fu Hengyi would give her ample respect and plenty of personal space.

Accompanying Shen Qinglan was Daniel, who after all was her agent.

The meeting place was set in a unique restaurant in Beijing, arranged by Daniel. When Shen Qinglan arrived, Daniel and Frank were already there.

Upon seeing Shen Qinglan, Frank greeted her with great joy. "Miss Shen, we meet again. I’m very happy to see you again."

Shen Qinglan apologized with a smile, "I’m terribly sorry for being late." In fact, she wasn’t late according to the agreed time.

"We arrived early, as we have been wanting to see Miss Shen again since our last meeting. When we heard that Miss Shen had some free time in Beijing, we couldn’t wait to come over."

Shen Qinglan smiled gently and sat down next to Daniel, looking at the other man with brown hair, "Mr. Noah, it’s a pleasure to meet you."

Mr. Noah smiled warmly, "I’m also pleased to meet Miss Shen."

"Alright, since we all know each other now, let’s not be so formal. Being too polite makes things awkward. Frank, Noah, this is your first time in Z country, so I’ll treat you to some authentic Beijing cuisine," Daniel said with a smile.

Frank and Noah nodded with smiles.

The meal was thoroughly enjoyable for everyone. After eating, Frank suggested visiting Daniel’s gallery, and Daniel naturally had no objections.

"Indeed, it’s only here at Daniel’s place that I can see so many of Miss Shen’s works," Frank remarked admiringly as he viewed the artwork, feeling quite jealous of Daniel.

Daniel beamed proudly, "That’s right. I am Qinglan’s agent."

"Miss Shen, are these paintings for sale?" Noah finally spoke up.

Shen Qinglan smiled slightly, "Daniel usually handles these matters. Mr. Noah, if you’re interested in the paintings, you can discuss it with Daniel."

She had agreed earlier that Daniel would handle these matters, so she trusted him completely and gave him the freedom to act.

Daniel smiled slightly, "Since they are displayed in the gallery, they are naturally for sale. As long as Mr. Noah offers a suitable price, buying a painting is just a matter of saying the word."

Hearing this, Noah’s eyes twinkled with happiness; he had considered Frank’s suggestion seriously after the last art festival in Xueli City but had hesitated. Later, when the prices of Shen Qinglan’s paintings suddenly soared, Noah regretted not making a move sooner. This trip to Beijing with Frank was specifically to acquire Shen Qinglan’s paintings.

As they were talking, Frank’s student, Catherine Boyd, came over, "Teacher, so you’re here. I’ve been looking for you all day."

Then glancing at Shen Qinglan, "So Miss Shen is here too."

Shen Qinglan arched her eyebrows slightly, recalling that this Miss Catherine’s family was also highly prestigious in Xueli City, "Lady Catherine, I didn’t expect you to come to Z country with Mr. Frank."

Catherine smiled, "I came with my teacher, but I had some errands to run this morning, so I didn’t join him then."

"You see, you just got here and you’ve been running around already. You should really learn from Miss Shen. Look at her, younger than you by a few years, yet her skills are far superior to yours. You used to think you were pretty good, but now that you’ve met someone better, you should interact more and learn from her," Frank commented, unable to hold back as he saw his student. Catherine was a good student but far too arrogant, thinking she had a great talent and dismissing others, which was why she was so conceited when Shen Qinglan had yet to make her mark. Shen Qinglan’s emergence became a good opportunity for Frank to motivate his student.

Lately, Catherine had indeed become quieter, so when Frank mentioned he was coming to Z country, Catherine had begged him to take her along, and Frank had agreed.

"Mr. Frank, you flatter me too much, I am not as good as you say. Lady Catherine is a very talented artist," Shen Qinglan said humbly.

Mr. Frank stroked his beard and laughed heartily; his own student being acknowledged was like his own child being praised, both of which were reasons for great joy, regardless of whether the words were out of politeness or genuine feeling.

Catherine’s smile remained, but a cold gleam flashed through her lowered eyes.

In Daniel’s gallery, there were naturally works other than Shen Qinglan’s. After showing Mr. Frank and the others around the entire gallery, Daniel led them to his studio, located just upstairs.

As soon as they reached the studio, Daniel left and returned with two paintings in hand, saying, "Mr. Frank, don’t say I didn’t give you face; both of these paintings are Qinglan’s most recent works. I haven’t even hung them up yet. If you want them, I can give you a very favorable price."

Hearing this, Noah stood up directly from the sofa, unfolded one of the paintings, and clicked his tongue in admiration, "Indeed, it’s Miss Shen’s work, every piece is a masterpiece." Although this work wasn’t comparable to the one exhibited, it was quite nice indeed.

"Exactly, our Qinglan is a perfectionist; her creations are naturally excellent. If not for my relationship with Mr. Frank, I really wouldn’t have wanted to part with these paintings," Daniel said with apparent reluctance, which touched Frank deeply.

A hint of a smile flickered in Shen Qinglan’s eyes; she had thought that Daniel was presenting a new work she gave him yesterday, but in fact, these were two pieces she had casually done after coming back from an exhibition.

However, Daniel wasn’t wrong; these two paintings had never been displayed outside. Originally, Daniel had planned to organize a solo exhibition for Shen Qinglan in November to exhibit these two paintings, but now that he had better works, these two naturally had to step back.

Shen Qinglan listened to Daniel and Noah haggling, the smile in her eyes growing stronger. It was a pity; Daniel was truly a businessman hindered by art. If he had entered the business world, he would likely have had a place in Beijing’s business circle by now; his ability to persuade was so great he could make the dead come to life.

"Miss Shen, my teacher thinks very highly of you," Catherine said as she walked up to Shen Qinglan, smiling.

Shen Qinglan smiled, "Mr. Frank is too generous with his praise. The path of art is endless; I still have much to learn."

"Miss Shen is really modest—no wonder my teacher often says I’m not as good as you, and tells me to learn from you. But don’t you Z-country people have a saying that excessive modesty is either pride or hypocrisy?" Catherine’s words were loaded with implication.

A glimmer of deep light flashed in Shen Qinglan’s eyes; it seemed Catherine harbored quite some hostility towards her. Shen Qinglan smiled, "Lady Catherine, you are also very talented; let’s learn from each other and improve together."

Catherine gave a faint smile but did not respond to Shen Qinglan’s words.

Over there, Daniel and Noah had concluded their negotiations. Just as Shen Qinglan and the others were about to leave the studio, they saw Fu Hengyi waiting outside, leaning against the car door, holding a mobile phone in his hand and talking to someone, his demeanor indifferent. He also held a ladies’ jacket in one hand.

Catherine was stunned at her first glimpse of this man; she had never seen such a noble and aloof man. She was about to approach him when she saw the man glance over then end his call and walk toward them.

Catherine heard her own heart thumping violently; being focused on art and famous from a young age, the men she regarded highly were few and far between. But at that moment, Catherine believed that this man had taken a place in her heart.

Later, she learned that in Z-country, there was a term called "love at first sight."

A shy smile crossed Catherine’s face. Just as she was about to greet Fu Hengyi, Shen Qinglan beat her to it, walking up to him, "What brings you here?"

Fu Hengyi smiled slightly, "To pick you up." He draped the jacket over Shen Qinglan’s shoulders, "How could you forget to bring a jacket when you went out?" His expression was so tender, it seemed to overflow with warmth.

Catherine’s smile froze on her face as she watched the familiar interaction between the two. The shyness in her eyes gradually dissipated, turning dark. She spoke up, "Who is this gentleman?"

"This is my husband, Fu Hengyi," Shen Qinglan said indifferently.

Fu Hengyi gave everyone a slight nod. His expression was not indifferent, but it was far from warm.

Catherine smiled slightly and stepped forward, "Mr. Fu, hello. I am Miss Shen’s friend, Catherine Boyd. You can call me Catherine."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinglan raised an eyebrow. How come she didn’t know their relationship had become this close? She looked at Catherine with a semi-smiling gaze.

Fu Hengyi responded with a faint expression, simply saying "hello" and nothing more. He did not reach out to shake the hand that Catherine had extended, leaving her slightly embarrassed as she awkwardly withdrew her hand.

Fu Hengyi turned to Shen Qinglan, "Is everything taken care of?"

Shen Qinglan nodded, "It’s all sorted." She then turned to Noah and Mr. Frank, "Mr. Frank, Mr. Noah, I apologize, but my husband and I have more matters to attend to, so we will be leaving now."

Mr. Frank smiled slightly, "Miss Shen, go ahead with your matters. We have Daniel here."

Shen Qinglan glanced at Daniel, who gave her a reassuring look, and then she left with Fu Hengyi.

"Who is Miss Shen’s husband, he seems quite cold?" Catherine quietly asked Daniel after Shen Qinglan had left.

She believed she had hidden her interest in Fu Hengyi well, but Daniel saw right through her. With a chuckle, he said, "Except for Qinglan, he’s always like this to others. The first time I met him, I didn’t even get a smile." In an attempt to deter Catherine from pursuing Mr. Fu, Daniel didn’t hesitate to speak ill of him.

"What does he do?" Catherine asked, her interest in Fu Hengyi unabated.

"He’s a soldier," Daniel replied casually.

Catherine was skeptical of Daniel’s words, "He isn’t just an ordinary soldier, is he?"

"Catherine," Mr. Frank, overhearing Catherine and Daniel’s conversation, interjected with a stern voice.

Catherine chuckled and stopped speaking.

Daniel accompanied Mr. Frank for dinner, and then escorted them to the hotel before leaving.

Back at the hotel, Catherine lay on the bed, her mind filled with images of Fu Hengyi from earlier that day. She didn’t understand her own reaction; she had met many outstanding men, even among her suitors, but she hadn’t been interested in any of them. Yet today, she found herself drawn to a married man.

She took out her phone and dialed a number, "Help me look up information on Leng Qingqiu, especially about her husband. I want to know everything about this man, the more detailed, the better."

After hanging up, her eyes were filled with a cold light. She didn’t like Shen Qinglan; from the moment she first saw her, Shen Qinglan had been unpleasant to her eyes. Perhaps it was because her teacher praised Shen Qinglan, or perhaps it was Shen Qinglan’s beauty that annoyed her.

Shen Qinglan and Fu Hengyi did not take Catherine seriously. Back at home, Fu Hengyi cooked while Shen Qinglan assisted him.

**

In Nancheng, at the Yan Family residence,

Yan Anbang returned home from the army to find it still empty, with only him there. Ya Xi and Zhao Jiaqing had gone abroad, and Yan Shengyu, since Ya Xi’s departure, had also hardly come back to this home, except to occasionally call him.

Only one person, Yan Anbang, couldn’t even bring himself to eat. He leaned on the couch, drinking a bottle of red wine, unable to stop remembering the days before he and Zhao Jiaqing had divorced. Although they didn’t seem very loving to outsiders, they had at least treated each other with respect. Ya Xi and Yan Shengyu used to be close to him, not like now, where the entire house felt pathetically empty with just him alone.

At this moment, Yan Anbang felt a twinge of regret in his heart. But as soon as this thought surfaced, he squashed it ruthlessly. If it weren’t for Zhao Jiaqing’s cruelty, Qin Mu would still be by his side, instead of being lost to him, alive or dead, whereabouts unknown.

The doorbell rang, and Yan Anbang got up to answer it, only to see Qin Yan with swollen, red eyes, looking haggard. Yan Anbang was shocked, "Yanyan, what happened to you?"

Qin Yan tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Anbang, can I come in first?"

Yan Anbang stepped aside to let Qin Yan into the house.

Qin Yan sat on the couch, silently shedding tears. Yan Anbang watched her, "Yanyan, stop crying for a moment, what happened?"

Qin Yan didn’t speak, continuing to cry, which made Yan Anbang anxious. He got up and poured her a glass of water. Suddenly, Qin Yan hugged him, causing Yan Anbang to stiffen, "Yanyan, you..."

Burying her head in Yan Anbang’s chest, Qin Yan broke down, "Anbang, I regret it. I should have never left you. That bastard isn’t even human..."

Yan Anbang quickly put the glass he was holding on the coffee table and gently patted Qin Yan’s shoulder, "Yanyan, did he mistreat you?"

"Woo, Anbang, he had a woman on the side, and they even have a child who’s already a teenager."

It turned out that today, while Qin Yan was at home, a woman arrived with a child, claiming to be looking for her husband and stating that this was his child. Naturally, Qin Yan didn’t believe her and called her husband. When he returned and she saw his expression, Qin Yan realized that the child really was her husband’s.

Furious, Qin Yan confronted her husband, and he actually hit her in front of that woman and child.

Listening to Qin Yan’s story, Yan Anbang’s face was filled with rage. He pushed Qin Yan away, intending to seek revenge, "I’ll kill that bastard."

Qin Yan grabbed him, "Anbang, don’t go, don’t make trouble for me. That man has connections in the underworld, it will bring you trouble."

Yan Anbang shook off her hand, "I can’t just let him off so easily."

Qin Yan hugged Yan Anbang’s waist tightly, "Anbang, I beg you, don’t go. If you do, it’ll make things even more complicated between me and him."

Yan Anbang stiffened, and hearing the pitiful sobs behind him, his heart softened. He turned around and embraced Qin Yan, speaking softly to comfort her.

Once Qin Yan’s emotions had stabilized somewhat, Yan Anbang finally let her go, "Yanyan, what do you plan to do now?"

With tearful red eyes, Qin Yan sighed bitterly, "What can I do? Ever since I gave birth to Mumu, my body has been weakened. All these years, I couldn’t bear him any children. Now with that woman bringing a child to my door, what choice do I have but to step back?"

Yan Anbang frowned deeply, "Are you just going to let this go?"

"What else can I do, create a scene? Anbang, I’m just a woman. All I’ve ever wanted was a warm family. And over the years, he has actually treated me quite well, exceptionally attentive. Although I don’t love him, I can’t deny that I’m grateful to him. If not for my own health, maybe our child would also be grown by now."

"You... you don’t love him?" Yan Anbang seized upon the important point in her statement, asking.

Qin Yan hesitated, lowered her head, and remained silent.

Yan Anbang did not let it go, and stared fixedly at her, "Yanyan, if you never loved that man, why did you marry him back then? What exactly happened after you left Nancheng?"

"Anbang, don’t ask anymore, it’s been so many years, what’s the point of talking about it now?" Qin Yan’s smile was bitter.

Yan Anbang suddenly grabbed Qin Yan’s shoulders, but upon hearing her low cry, he hurriedly let go, "Where did he hit you?"

Qin Yan shook her head, "Anbang, don’t ask."

Hearing this, Yan Anbang became even more worried, and pulled the clothes off her shoulder, only to see that one side of her shoulder was swollen, covered in blue and purple bruises. His expression changed instantly, "Did he do this?"

Qin Yan pushed his hand away and fixed her clothes without speaking. Yan Anbang stood up to leave, but Qin Yan suddenly embraced him, "Anbang, don’t go, leave me some dignity. It’s not entirely his fault. If I hadn’t kept your and my photo, which provoked him, he wouldn’t have struck so harshly."

Yan Anbang turned around abruptly and looked at her intently, "What did you just say?"

Pain flashed through Qin Yan’s eyes, and she covered her face with her hands, "Anbang, please don’t ask, I beg you." She bowed her head, her voice muffled.

Yan Anbang guessed something, a realization flashing through his mind, and he sighed deeply before sitting beside Qin Yan, "Alright, I won’t go after that man, stop crying."

Yan Anbang waited until Qin Yan had completely calmed down before speaking, "Yanyan, what do you plan to do in the future?"

"I’ll go finalize the procedures with him tomorrow, and take things step by step after that."

Yan Anbang didn’t know what to say. Qin Yan just smiled, "Don’t be sad, I’m fine. It’s not like I can’t live without him. I’ve been through tough times before, this is nothing." She picked up a bottle of red wine from the table, "I’m not in a good mood right now, drink with me?"

Yan Anbang did not refuse, and stood up to get a wine glass for Qin Yan.

Qin Yan downed several glasses in a row. Seeing her drink so fiercely, Yan Anbang grabbed her, "Drinking is fine, but not like this. Yanyan, you can cry out your sadness, don’t torture yourself."

Qin Yan waved off Yan Anbang’s hand and chuckled, "Anbang, do you think this is retribution? If it wasn’t because I came back for you, Zhao Jiaqing wouldn’t have attacked Mumu, and I wouldn’t have met that man, resulting in this situation."

"Anbang, do you know? When Mumu was first lost, I almost went insane. I couldn’t find her at all. The Zhao Family even... never mind, it’s meaningless to talk about this now. I just hope Mumu is still alive and can live happily in this world. Even if I never see her again, as long as she is happy and joyous, I will be satisfied."

"Wait, you just mentioned the Zhao Family, what did they do to you? Qin Yan, don’t hide it from me. Even though it’s been years, I still want to know what exactly happened back then. Why did you leave Nancheng, and why haven’t you returned for so many years?"

Qin Yan seemed to remember something, her expression pained, "Anbang, please don’t ask."

"That won’t work, you have to tell me. Do you want me to call Zhao Jiaqing myself, or should I investigate it on my own?"

"Anbang, why bother?" Qin Yan gave a bitter smile.

"If you want to know, I can tell you, but you have to promise me, let this matter end here, and don’t pursue it any further."

"Okay."

"Bang." The glass was thrown to the ground by Yan Anbang, shattering into pieces. Qin Yan shuddered, startled, as she had never seen Yan Anbang this furiously enraged before.

Yan Anbang had a grim expression as he stood up to leave. Qin Yan held onto him, "Anbang, where are you going? You promised me you wouldn’t pursue this matter."

"I’m going to settle accounts with that poisonous woman Zhao Jiaqing," Yan Anbang gritted his teeth.

"Anbang, don’t go. This is all my own fault. If I hadn’t come back to look for you, they wouldn’t have done this. It’s my mistake," Qin Yan pleaded.

Yan Anbang turned around, "Back then, it was the Zhao family that tore us apart. We were in love first. Zhao Jiaqing butted in; what fault do you have? If not for Zhao Jiaqing, you would have been my wife."

Qin Yan shed tears, "Anbang, stop talking. If it wasn’t for the Zhao family back then, how would your family’s crisis have been handled? Zhao family helped Yan family; that’s a fact."

Yan Anbang lifted Qin Yan’s head, his eyes full of tenderness, "You’re just too kind, and that’s why people bully you. Why didn’t you tell me the truth sooner?"

"What use would telling you have had? Mumu was already lost, and I was in that state at the time, and Ya Xi, who had just been born, I didn’t want her to be fatherless just after birth. My Mumu did not get happiness, I couldn’t let another child be unhappy too."

Yan Anbang couldn’t quite explain his own feelings, which were heavy and oppressive, making it hard for him to breathe. He looked at Qin Yan, who was silently weeping, and hugged her tightly, "Yanyan, I’m sorry. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have had to suffer so much."

Qin Yan smiled faintly, "Anbang, I don’t feel it’s bitter. Being able to meet you in this life is my greatest happiness. If I could do it all over again, I would still do the same."

After a long while, Yan Anbang let go of Qin Yan. He looked deeply into her eyes, as if he had made a decision, and said, "Yanyan, marry me."

Qin Yan suddenly looked up, disbelievingly, "Anbang, what did you just say?"

"I said marry me. After you divorce that man, let’s get married. I have owed you too much in the first half of my life; let me take care of you in the second half," Yan Anbang said earnestly, without a trace of joking.

Qin Yan stared at him, "But Sheng Yu and Ya Xi won’t agree, and there’s also Zhao Jiaqing."

"I’ve already divorced Zhao Jiaqing. Whether Sheng Yu and Ya Xi understand or not, it doesn’t matter. I’m all alone now, and I have already failed you in the past."

"But..."

"There are no buts, Qin Yan. We’ve already missed over a decade. Now that we are at this age, how many more decades do we have left? Do we continue to waste time?"

Qin Yan was still somewhat hesitant.

"Or have you stopped loving me?"

"No, the person in my heart has always been you, that has never changed," Qin Yan said instinctively, "I’m just worried about your future. If I’m with you, will it..."

"Don’t think too much, I will handle everything. That man only has some connections with the underworld; he himself isn’t involved, and neither are you, so it won’t affect me," Yan Anbang said.

After a moment of hesitation, Qin Yan looked at Yan Anbang, "Anbang, I want to be with you, even if it’s just for one day." As she spoke, she suddenly leaned in and kissed Yan Anbang’s lips.

Yan Anbang was stunned but quickly responded, picking up Qin Yan and walking towards the upstairs bedroom.

Afterward, Qin Yan got up, looked at the already sleeping Yan Anbang, dressed, and left the Yan family home.

Returning to her own house, the lights in the living room were still on. The man was sitting there, his face dark. Seeing Qin Yan come in, he immediately stood up, "Where have you been? I called you so many times and your phone was off. Are you trying to scare me to death?"

Qin Yan avoided the man’s hand and sat on the sofa, "Let’s get a divorce."

The man looked at Qin Yan incredulously, "What did you just say?"

"I said let’s get a divorce. I no longer want to be with you," Qin Yan repeated coldly.

"Yanyan, do you realize what you’re saying? Just because we had a fight at noon, you want to divorce me?"

Qin Yan’s face was devoid of any expression, "Yes."

The man sat down beside Qin Yan, "Yanyan, don’t say things in anger. I know my son was out of line at noon, but I’ve already scolded him. He has gone back to M-country and won’t come to the country anymore if it’s not necessary. Don’t be angry with a child."

"I’m not angry. I just feel that you and I are fundamentally unsuited for each other. I appreciate how you’ve taken care of me over the years. If it hadn’t been for you, I might have died back then."

"Then why do you want a divorce now?" the man didn’t understand.

Qin Yan sighed, "I don’t love you, and you’ve always known I don’t. All these years, you’ve been so good to me; I really tried to fall in love with you, but I’m sorry, I can’t. I think you know I came back to Nancheng because I couldn’t let go of the man in my heart. I know you’re good, but not being in love is not being in love. Please let me go."

The man’s face turned pale, "Yan Yan, stop talking. I won’t divorce you unless I die; otherwise, I will not let you leave me. You must be tired today, rest for now. I’ll sleep in the study tonight," saying this, the man began to walk away.

"I’ve slept with another man, you don’t mind?" Qin Yan said lightly.

The man turned around, glaring fiercely at her, his face dark and terrifying, "What did you just say?"

Qin Yan wasn’t intimidated at all by his demeanor, speaking calmly, "I’ve already been with another man. Knowing that, are you still unwilling to divorce?"

"You... Qin Yan, you shameless."

Qin Yan sneered, "I am shameless, so are you divorcing or not?"

The man’s breath was ominous, looking as if he was about to devour Qin Yan, "You dream about divorcing me to be with your lover, Qin Yan, keep dreaming!"

Qin Yan’s expression remained unchanged, "Not divorcing is fine too. I don’t mind a threesome as long as you can stand the shame on your forehead."

"Slap." The man’s hand harshly struck Qin Yan’s face, knocking her sideways onto the sofa. She sat up, her face swollen and a trickle of blood at the corner of her mouth.

The man’s face showed no pity as he coldly watched Qin Yan, "Qin Yan, I’ll consider what you just said was a slip of the tongue in a fit of anger. If I hear it again, it won’t be this simple."

Qin Yan laughed, ignoring the injury on her face, "What I said was serious, not a joke. Either divorce me, or I’ll be with different men and let the whole world know about the shame on your head."