Chapter 515: Chapter 515

Wei Feng’s expression changed several times, but he eventually walked away reluctantly, not wanting to quarrel with Wan Chu’er over a momentary impulse and make a scene that others would mock.

An hour later, Jiang Kechu returned triumphantly, without that person behind him.

"It’s settled, let’s go home," Jiang Kechu told Wan Chu’er.

Wan Chu’er glanced at him and chuckled lightly, "Oh? You’re not going to report to Wei Feng anymore?"

Jiang Kechu immediately became wary, knowing very well how much Wan Chu’er disliked Wei Feng. A wrong answer could spell trouble for him.

"You don’t need to test me anymore. I meant what I said this time; I’ll no longer upset you over someone else. I promised not to see her again, and I won’t. She agreed to contact Wei Feng tomorrow to negotiate the divorce, and I will not be involved anymore," he said.

Wan Chu’er seemed slightly more content after hearing this, but recalling Wei Feng’s unwillingness, she gave Jiang Kechu a word of caution.

"I told you, Wei Feng has ulterior motives in seeking you out. This was just a means, not the goal. Even if this matter is settled, he might have other reasons to approach you."

As Jiang Kechu was about to object, Wan Chu’er raised her hand to stop him, "Shall we make a bet? As soon as they agree on the divorce tomorrow, Wei Feng will immediately contact you, either to express his gratitude or to update you on the progress of the divorce."

Jiang Kechu felt a headache coming on. When women got serious, it seemed never-ending.

"I definitely won’t see her again," he reassured repeatedly.

Wan Chu’er huffed, "I’ll trust you one more time. If it happens again, I’ll leave with the kids right away."

"Chuchu," Jiang Kechu got nervous when he heard this, feeling that Wan Chu’er really might follow through, "Can we not bring this up all the time? It’s not auspicious."

Wan Chu’er shot him a look and said no more. They saw Kong Zifeng busy with the guests and felt it impolite to disturb Mr. Kong in the back building. After saying a brief word to Master Ma, they excused themselves and left.

At noon the next day, while the family was eating in the Jiang Mansion, Jiang Kechu’s phone rang.

Jiang Kechu checked his phone and stiffened, unable to resist sneakily glancing at Wan Chu’er. Unfortunately, she caught him red-handed. Peeking over, she saw the name Wei Feng on the screen.

She gave Jiang Kechu a meaningful look, setting off his panic again. He promptly hung up the call.

It was unclear if Wei Feng guessed it was inconvenient for Jiang Kechu or if he had other ideas, but the phone remained silent for the rest of the meal.

Watching the twins finish their meal, Wan Chu’er took them to the restroom to wash their hands and faces.

Jiang Kechu sighed in relief, but he couldn’t help but have second thoughts about Wei Feng. Could it be as Chuchu said? Was Wei Feng indeed harboring other intentions, contacting him continuously just to annoy Chuchu?

No sooner had he finished his thoughts when the phone buzzed again. This time it was a text message, still from Wei Feng.

Jiang Kechu glanced in the direction of the restroom and then looked down to read the message.

"Brother Jiang, thank you. I am free now." Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on NoveI★Fire.net

The tone was just right, without a hint of plotting to meet up or inviting him out for a meal. It was a straightforward note of gratitude, which was perfectly normal.

Still, he cautiously deleted the message. One never knows when Chuchu might have a sudden bout of anger over such potential problems.

To make amends to his wife, Jiang Kechu proposed in the afternoon that they go shopping and buy clothes and jewelry for her. He needed to compensate properly.

Wan Chu’er wasn’t the type to hold a grudge when she saw improvement, so since Jiang Kechu was making efforts to change, she gave him face. Thus, the couple left the twins at home and went to the mall together.

In an effort to coax a smile from his wife, Jiang Kechu exerted himself, accompanying Wan Chu’er for an entire afternoon of shopping, where they bought piles of clothes, bags, and jewelry. Passing by a florist, he even went in and got a bunch of roses for Wan Chu’er.

Finally, Wan Chu’er smiled genuinely, "Thank you."

That evening, Jiang Kechu took Wan Chu’er and the twins to the old house, saying he wanted to have a drink with some old friends.

Wan Chu’er didn’t give it much thought and advised, "Don’t be too late."

At ten o’clock at night, Wan Chu’er was gently reading bedtime stories to the two little ones, finally coaxing them to sleep. When she returned to her bedroom and picked up her cell phone, she saw a multimedia message from Mai Qiqi.

Upon opening it, the gentle expression on Wan Chu’er’s face immediately turned to one of ashen stiffness and rigidity.

The photo showed Jiang Kechu and Wei Feng in a dimly lit bar. From their expressions, Wei Feng was clearly heavily drunk and seemed to be crying, while Jiang Kechu appeared to be comforting her with reluctance.

The timing of this candid photo was perfect; despite the dim lighting, it captured the expressions of the two with crystal clarity!

Wan Chu’er walked back and forth in her room a couple of times, took a deep breath to suppress her rage, and sent Jiang Kechu a text message.

"Chuanqi and Hunter asked where daddy went before bedtime. Where are you guys now?"

Jiang Kechu, at the bar, looking at the heartbroken and crying Wei Feng, felt at wits’ end. Just then, his phone on the table vibrated and the screen lit up.

Just as Jiang Kechu was about to pick it up, Wei Feng grabbed it from him.

"Brother Jiang, can you keep me company tonight?" Wei Feng asked through her blurred, tear-filled eyes, "Can you put your phone away for now? I won’t take up too much of your time, just an hour, alright? Just one hour."

Her pitiful, beseeching demeanor, as though she was sinking into the dust, made Jiang Kechu feel extremely sorry for her.

Half an hour ago, he had suddenly received a call from an unknown number, only to hear sobbing on the line. Wei Feng was talking nonsense, scared him into thinking something had happened to her, so he had no choice but to hurry over.

Meanwhile, Wan Chu’er counted the seconds, enduring a seemingly endless ten minutes. After ten minutes, she picked up the phone in her hand and violently smashed it to the floor.

Pity that the floor was covered with a soft carpet, so the phone bounced a few times and lay in a corner.

Now unable to contain her rage any longer, Wan Chu’er immediately went to the wardrobe, pulled out a suitcase from the very bottom and started packing her clothes.

She packed a suitcase full of clothes but couldn’t get the lid to close, no matter what.

After several attempts, Wan Chu’er flipped the suitcase over in frustration, exclaiming, "You’re opposing me now too!"

Just then, a concerned voice from Li Shan came through the window.

Wan Chu’er paused in her actions and muttered in a muffled voice, "It’s nothing."

"Are you sure it’s nothing?" Li Shan, detecting something off in Wan Chu’er’s tone, asked again.

"It’s nothing, we’ll talk about it tomorrow." Wan Chu’er was irritated and didn’t want to talk to Li Shan or anyone else for that matter.

After a sleepless night, Wan Chu’er got up wearily, picked up the cellphone from the floor—still no response from the other side.

She scoffed coldly, didn’t bother to wash up, and walked out of the yard towards her grandfather, who was practicing Tai Chi.