spring bite mark

Chapter 135 The Past Reappears
When Yan Changye discussed this matter with Jiang Manman, he only mentioned the "Custody Agreement" and deliberately avoided the term "Divorce Agreement".

He noticed that his wife's expression was getting increasingly unpleasant, and he was getting angry.

At this point, it's best to say less and make fewer mistakes. Mentioning sensitive words like 'divorce,' which can easily escalate into questions of love and lack thereof, is tantamount to digging your own grave.

Jiang Manman had no idea that the man's thoughts had gone through a dozen twists and turns in just a few seconds.

Hearing this, she looked bewildered: "When did you show me the 'Custody Agreement'?"

Yan Changye looked at her with a complicated expression: "Madam, we haven't had time yet."

"Didn't have time?" Jiang Manman looked up. "What do you mean?"

Yan Changye's long, slender fingers gently hooked her collar, his tone slightly ambiguous:
"On the eve of registering our marriage, in suite 1001 of the Imperial Capital Hotel. Before I could produce the agreement, my wife suddenly said she wanted to sleep with me..."

……

Five and a half years ago. The Imperial Capital Hotel.

Accompanied by several heads of wealthy families in the capital, Xie Yuheng walked straight to the hotel's guest room area.

My personal cell phone rang.

He lowered his head slightly, glanced at Lai Xian, and answered calmly, "What is it?"

On the other end came Yan Changye's equally indifferent and detached voice: "Where are you?"

Xie Yuheng paused for a moment: "The Imperial Capital Hotel, the one in the East District."

"Wait for me there, there's a document that needs your signature," Yan Changye said, then hung up the phone.

Xie Yuheng sat down on the sofa outside the suite and casually picked up a business magazine to read. The heads of the wealthy families surrounded him, offering various pleasantries. Afterwards, one of them tentatively pulled out a room key for room 1001.
"Mr. Xie Yuheng, we have prepared a small gift for you in your room. This is your room key."

They were all well-informed adults, and they were using the same flattering tactics that Xie Yuheng encountered several times a month in the business world, which Xie Yuheng understood almost instantly.

He had never been interested in women, but at this moment, for some unknown reason, he calmly accepted the room key with his well-defined knuckles and said with a dignified and aloof expression, "Thank you for your kindness."

The heads of the wealthy families exchanged glances, their eyes filled with joy. One of them spoke respectfully:
"Then, Mr. Xie, would you like to go back to your room and rest now?"

Xie Yuheng casually placed the room key aside and said nonchalantly, "No rush, I'm waiting for my nephew."

"What? President Xie Yunxi is coming too?" The family heads hissed softly, clearly surprised yet also intrigued. "President Xie has always been mysterious, securing numerous major projects for the Xie Group. We've long admired him but never had the chance to meet him. Perhaps we could..."

"Maybe next time," Xie Yuheng said, directly dismissing them. "There are some private matters of the Xie family to discuss, which are not convenient for you all to hear."

The heads of the wealthy families nodded awkwardly and, with great tact, took their leave.

Silence fell. Xie Yuheng glanced at his watch with a cold gaze, then continued flipping through the magazine.

A few minutes later, Yan Changye's languid yet slightly suave figure came into his view.

He casually sat down opposite him and tossed a document in front of him: "Hurry up and sign it. The subsequent negotiations are yours. I have other matters to attend to in the capital."

Xie Yuheng picked up the document, flipping through it while glancing at him casually: "Just came from Hong Kong?"

"Yeah, I just got off the plane half an hour ago." Yan Changye's brows showed a hint of fatigue, and his tone was irritable. "I've been working on two big projects for the Yan family and the Xie family recently, and there have been a lot of problems at the hospital. It's exhausting."

Xie Yuheng signed the document in a few quick strokes, then lowered his eyes and said, "You don't need to go to the Xie family recently; leave it to me."

After saying that, he handed the signed documents back to him, along with the room key for room 1001: "Go and rest, I'm going back to Hong Kong now." Yan Changye lazily took the documents and room key, and scoffed: "I'm in my own hotel, why would I need you to give me a room key?"

"Prepared by the client." Xie Yuheng got up and left without looking back. "Take it or leave it."

Yan Changye nonchalantly picked up the room card and swiped it to open the door to suite 1001.

A faint fragrance wafted over. Yan Changye didn't take it seriously. It was his territory, and he never imagined anyone would dare to use any underhanded tricks on him.

He casually placed the document signed by Xie Yuheng on the bedside table, paused, and then took out the "Divorce Agreement" and "Custody Agreement" from his briefcase. He absentmindedly flipped through the two documents for a long time, and then, slightly annoyed, pressed them down under Xie Yuheng's document.

He texted Shen Zongqian: "Find out where Manman is now, and arrange for a few lawyers to come to the hotel to find me first thing tomorrow morning."

There was a moment of silence on Shen Zongqian's end: "Boss, what kind of lawyer do you need?"

Yan Changye's slender fingers traced the phone screen for a long time before replying: "I'm good at divorce cases and child custody cases."

"……OK."

He tossed the phone aside, picked up his bathrobe, and started unbuttoning it as he walked toward the bathroom.

In his mind, he was already rehearsing what kind of expression Jiang Manman would have after their frank conversation tomorrow. But no matter what it was...

Yan Changye had to admit that he didn't know whether the divorce and child custody issues themselves would upset Jiang Manman, but he himself was becoming increasingly agitated the more he thought about them.

A few months ago, Xie Yuheng learned that he was the one who married Jiang Manman. During that time, the already strained relationship between uncle and nephew became even more explosive. The internal power struggle between the two was so intense that it brought Xie Yuheng, who was living in retirement in the mountains, out of the fray before things calmed down.

Even so, Xie Yuheng has stated more than once that as long as Yan Changye agrees to divorce, he is willing to pay any price and will treat the two children as his own.

If they really divorce now, wouldn't Xie Yuheng be like a dog smelling meat, going crazy and carrying Jiang Manman away?
The more I think about it, the more upset I get...

Feeling inexplicably annoyed, he pushed open the bathroom door.

Then, he met Jiang Manman in the bathtub.

At that moment, all the chaos in his mind vanished, and he was captivated by those misty almond eyes.

In the chaotic night, she asked him, "How did you end up here?"

He lazily explained that he was looking for Xie Yuheng to sign a contract and had also taken Xie Yuheng's room key: "The contract is still on the bedside table. Do you want to check it? The ink isn't even dry yet."

Jiang Manman really went to the bedside to look at the documents.

She casually picked up the top document to look at it. Yan Changye looked at the two agreements that had been hidden under the contract but were now fully exposed, and his heart tightened for some reason.

He thought that if she saw him, they could have a frank talk, saving him the trouble of going to see her tomorrow.

But she didn't see it. She simply swept the top contract aside, threw it back in its place, and covered both agreements again.

Covering it up isn't really a big deal; we can talk about it anytime. Yan Changye looked at her flushed face, already torn between taking her to the hospital first or confronting her directly.

Just then, Jiang Manman inexplicably suggested that she wanted to sleep with him.

On an ambiguous night, with beauty before him, Yan Changye suddenly became infatuated and reluctantly agreed.

However, having learned his lesson from Jiang Manman's blackout and reneging on the promise, this time he was extremely cautious in recording the video. He only abruptly stopped recording when he could no longer control the surging desire within him, then fiercely gripped her slender waist…

(End of this chapter)