A Steamy Wedding Night

After the divorce, Jiang Wanli never imagined she would have anything to do with Fu Wenyan again.

Whenever they happened to cross paths in their social circle, she avoided him if she could.

The first time they met after the divorce was finalized, she was outside a club in the bitter wind. By the time she saw Fu Wenyan, he had already looked up and met her gaze. There was no avoiding him.

Jiang Wanli returned his gaze and greeted him politely. “Mr. Fu, what a coincidence.”

With a cigarette between his lips, he gave a scornful laugh, a mocking look in his eyes. “You’ve certainly drawn a clear line between us.”

She smiled. “That’s only right.”

Fu Wenyan stubbed out his cigarette. Seeing how eager she was to leave, he fixed her with a gathering chill. “You put up with staying by my side for three years. I suppose it really was a hardship for you.”

They met again at a private banquet.

They didn’t exchange a word the entire time, or even meet each other’s eyes. They were like strangers who had never met.

Jiang Wanli breathed a sigh of relief.

She thought they would finally go their separate ways for good, but she never expected that one day she would step into their marital home again and plead with Fu Wenyan for help.

In the damp, steamy bathroom, the woman’s eyes were red at the corners as she leaned on the man to steady herself. Ignoring the aching pain in her waist, she was about to bring up the Jiang family’s troubles.

Before she could speak, the man’s cold, low voice came from above her.

“Is that all it takes to sweet-talk someone?” His hand tightened around her waist, forcing her to look up at him. “Weren’t you so good at sweet-talking him all those years you were childhood sweethearts?”

Jiang Wanli froze for a moment. It was the first time she’d realized how deeply he resented her past with He Yuchuan.