“Go to Second Brother’s place?” Jiang Da frowned after hearing the request.
Han Yunru nodded. “That’s what Sister-in-law asked on the phone.”
Jiang Da hesitated. He hadn’t had much of a problem with Yang Jinqiu before, but after the vulgar things she said in the private room today, he felt uneasy about her.
He was afraid she’d once again speak carelessly and say something filthy.
It didn’t matter if she insulted him—but he absolutely wouldn’t let his wife be wronged. That had always been Jiang Da’s principle.
“Maybe we should just forget it?” Don’t be fooled by his usual rough-and-tumble, goofy husky-like demeanor—when it came to his wife, he was more cautious than anyone.
Who knew what kind of mess Yang Jinqiu and Second Brother were dealing with at home?
Calling them over all of a sudden—could there be some hidden agenda?
Han Yunru thought it over and, after some hesitation, decided to follow Jiang Da’s lead.
Just then, Yang Jinqiu called again. This time, her tone was no longer calm and suppressed—instead, she was sobbing uncontrollably.
“Yunru, you and Big Brother hurry over! I can’t control Jiang Hua, and I don’t dare let Mom or Cancan find out! AHHH—”
A sudden clatter and crash came through the phone, followed by the call abruptly ending.
Han Yunru’s expression changed slightly. “Something bad might be happening…”
Jiang Da gritted his teeth. “We’d better go take a look. But first, let’s call Yueyue to let her know.”
On the other end, the moment Yang Jinqiu hung up, her crying stopped instantly.
She looked at the mess she’d made—glass and debris scattered everywhere—and curled her lips into a faint smile. Then she dialed Jiang Hua’s number.
At that moment, Jiang Hua was fast asleep.
Lin Xiaowen picked up. “Hello~”
Her tone was lazy and seductive, with a raspy edge from post-lovemaking exhaustion.
Yang Jinqiu let out a mocking laugh. Suddenly, she didn’t feel so much hatred anymore. After all, this woman was just a pitiful substitute—even more pitiful than herself.
“Tell Jiang Hua to come home,” she said, her voice calm, even a little cold.
Lin Xiaowen’s eyes flickered with suspicion. She had expected Yang Jinqiu to be hysterical and furious. Why was she speaking like this?
“Sorry, President Jiang is still sleeping. Men, you know—always extra sleepy after exercise. You of all people should understand that, right, Mrs. Jiang?”
Yang Jinqiu didn’t get angry. “I know. You were the one who sent the photos.”
Lin Xiaowen raised an eyebrow.
“You did it just to stir up trouble, to create an opening for yourself.”
She had to admit—when Yang Jinqiu was calm, her intelligence was still very much intact.
“Now I’ve caused the drama you wanted. But do you know how Jiang Hua plans to handle this?”
Lin Xiaowen’s eyelid twitched.
Not long ago, she had tried to probe him about it, but the man had exploded in anger, scolding her for being disgusting. After that, he strangely turned affectionate again.
“He said that from now on, he’ll continue to keep you… but I’ll always be Mrs. Jiang. You planned everything so meticulously, yet in the end, you’ll still be disappointed.”
“I don’t believe it!” Lin Xiaowen got agitated. “There’s no way he still wants to live with you!”
“Heh, you really underestimate men. To them, a mistress is just clothing, a decoration, a toy—easily replaced. As long as the price is right, there’ll always be someone younger and prettier lining up.”
“But a wife is different. I know all his connections. I’m the one who can be taken to formal occasions, who looks proper and dignified to outsiders, who plays the loving wife in front of clients. I enhance his public image, polish his career. Can you do that?”
Lin Xiaowen’s heart sank, as if a boulder pressed down on her chest.
“Why else do you think ancient society distinguished between wives and concubines? A wife manages the household, socializes with other madams. A concubine is just a servant to please the man—she can be sold or beaten with just one word from the wife. That’s all you’re fit for: a concubine.”
Every word hit its mark. Lin Xiaowen’s dignity was shredded. But she also knew Yang Jinqiu wasn’t saying all this just to humiliate her—
“What do you want?!”
“I can give you what you want,” Yang Jinqiu said slowly and clearly.
“…What? Give me what I want?” Lin Xiaowen froze, her heart pounding wildly. “How?”
The scoff on the other end was cold, as if mocking her desperation. The tone was tinged with ridicule.
“By divorcing him voluntarily. I’ll make your dream of becoming Mrs. Jiang come true.”
“You… would really do that?”
“Of course. But I have one condition.”
Lin Xiaowen held her breath. “What condition?”
“Get Jiang Hua home within thirty minutes.”
I have a big gift to give him.
“That’s all?”
Yang Jinqiu: “That’s all.”
“Deal.”
…..
After Jiang Da and Han Yunru left, they left the store in Cao Dou’s hands.
The kitchen was managed by Sanpanger and the rest, so there was no need to worry.
Everything inside the shop ran smoothly and efficiently.
Suddenly—
“Brother Dou—”
A server rushed in from the front. “There’s an old man and a younger guy outside. They say they’re relatives of the boss lady and want to see her. I’m not sure if it’s true, but they’re dressed pretty nice—don’t seem like scammers. What should we do?”
Relatives?
Cao Dou frowned.
If he remembered correctly, didn’t Sis-in-law not have any family?
So where did these “relatives” come from?
“What’s their last name? Where are they from?”
“Both are surnamed Han, speaking Mandarin with that northern rhotic accent—probably from the capital? Uh… I was in a rush to come tell you, didn’t ask in detail…”
Cao Dou thought for a moment. “Let’s go take a look.”
“Aye!” The server quickly led the way.
