“You actually hit me over that cheap slut?!”
Yang Jinqiu knew he was angry, but she never thought he’d actually lay a hand on her.
Yet Jiang Hua said coldly, “I hit you, but not because of her.”
“Then what for? You think I’d believe that?”
“You shouldn’t have made this a public spectacle.”
“My husband cheated on me and keeps a mistress outside—what else can I do but make a scene? Huh? Tell me, what else can I do?” The woman broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.
Jiang Hua stood before her, looking down from above. “You could’ve come to me.”
“And then what? What would you have done?”
Jiang Hua gave a calm, almost amused smile. “Wife, shouldn’t I be asking you that? What do you want me to do?”
Yang Jinqiu froze.
She watched his expression and realized there was no pretense or attempt to comfort her in that question.
He was serious.
“If you had come to me first, we could have closed the door and talked about it as husband and wife. It didn’t have to reach this point. But you chose the most foolish and disgraceful way.”
Yang Jinqiu was stunned, panic flashing in her eyes. “Honey…”
“You could’ve said your piece. Whether we split or ended things completely, I would’ve accepted it. You’re the legal wife—what respect ought to be given would’ve been yours. But unfortunately, it seems you never truly understood that.”
“So you won’t divorce me, right?!”
“Right.” The man nodded.
Yang Jinqiu let out a breath of relief—only for Jiang Hua to continue the next moment:
“From now on, just focus on taking care of Cancan.”
“Yes, yes! I’ll take good care of both you and Cancan. Let’s pretend this never happened, I won’t speak a word of it again…”
“It seems you still don’t understand what I mean.” Jiang Hua gently brushed her hand off his sleeve and slowly smoothed out a wrinkle. “The one you’ll be caring for… is just your daughter.”
Yang Jinqiu trembled all over. “You… what do you mean?”
“Since you already know about Xiaowen, there’s no point hiding it anymore. From now on, I’ll mostly be living at the apartment. But you’ll still be Mrs. Jiang. Understand?”
“You’re not ending it with her?” Yang Jinqiu murmured, her gaze vacant.
“Heh…” The man chuckled as if he’d just heard something amusing. “Why should I? Everyone already knows now—what’s the point of ending it? Hmm?”
Yang Jinqiu was struck like thunder splitting her mind.
“No…” She grabbed his hand tightly, as if it were the last straw saving her from drowning. “I swear I won’t lose my temper ever again. It was my fault, I didn’t think about your reputation, I made everything so ugly. I… I was just impulsive. Please, don’t do this. I’ll change, I’ll change everything. Just break it off with that woman, please? I can’t live without you. Cancan needs her father too…”
“Ah Qiu,” he called her by her nickname with tender affection, just like when they were in love—but every word he spoke next cut sharper than the last: “There won’t be a next time. Whatever you say now, it’s too late.”
“Why?” she cried, nearly screaming. “Even if I embarrassed you, only Big Brother’s family knows! Neither he nor his wife are gossipers—if they don’t talk, it won’t get out…”
“If you’re worried about those guests who filmed the video, don’t be. Big Brother will take care of it. Even if it gets out, it only shows me and that woman—you’re not in the footage. The online gossip is just temporary hype; it’ll blow over soon…”
At this moment, Yang Jinqiu’s mind was spinning fast. She analyzed every possibility, trying her best to make Jiang Hua see—his reputation could still be salvaged, and things between them hadn’t yet reached the point of no return.
