spring bite mark

Chapter 3 I Want to Sue Jiang Manman

Yan Changye casually curled a playful smile:
"I sue her for raping me."

Jiang Manman pursed her pink lips slightly, her defenses faltering slightly.

On the sofa, Yan Changye spoke eloquently: "Five years ago, she forced herself on me, three times in one night. I still have the videos."

Holy crap, what a huge bombshell!
The top lawyers looked at each other, unsure how to respond.

Normally, they would repeatedly examine the evidence at this point, but... even if they had the guts, they wouldn't dare ask to see the intimate video of their own boss and his wife.

"Chairman, currently our laws do not have any provisions for criminalizing women... cough cough."

“Three times in one night, I was completely passive throughout, and suffered enormous physical and mental trauma,” Yan Changye said slowly. “It indirectly caused me to lose focus at work, resulting in losses of hundreds of millions for the company. I myself also developed serious mental problems, and the psychiatric diagnosis I received years ago is still valid. With all of this, how many years can you send her to jail?”

The top lawyer adjusted his glasses: "With what you mentioned later, Chairman, it's certainly possible to get him in, but the exact length of stay is hard to say."

Jiang Manman stared at Yan Changye: "Yan Changye, don't go too far."

"I'm just stating the facts." Yan Changye suddenly smiled, speaking meaningfully, "You want a divorce? Well then... why don't you go inside and play with sewing machines for a few years, and we'll talk about divorce when you come out?"

Jiang Manman said with a hint of anger, "You clearly knew back then..."

"Does the cause matter? We businessmen only care about the result." Yan Changye questioned softly, "Just tell me, did you force me to sleep with you three times and promise to compensate me? Marriage is one of the compensation clauses. If it's compensation, how can you just take it back? Jiang Manman, do you need me to pull out the promise you signed and put your fingerprint on that night and let you see it?"

Jiang Manman's gaze grew cold, but she remained silent.

Yan Changye pretended to take out his phone, preparing to hand it to the legal team:
“There’s video evidence inside, and also a letter of commitment she personally signed. You should take them and study them carefully.”

The lawyers wanted to lend a hand, but they didn't dare to.

Jiang Manman took a deep breath and suddenly stopped Yan Changye's hand: "Don't give it to him."

Yan Changye looked at her seemingly blankly, his tone rising as he asked, "Hmm?"

Jiang Manman said nonchalantly, "We won't leave."

"Are you really not getting a divorce?" Yan Changye asked again to confirm.

Jiang Manman met his gaze quietly: "You've got my weakness in your grasp, why ask a question you already know the answer to?"

Yan Changye clicked his tongue lightly, changing the subject, and once again held her close in his arms affectionately, making sure not to mention the unpleasant matter from earlier, and slowly and methodically discussed it with her:
"If you're having roast goose, would you prefer it with soy sauce or plain?"

Jiang Manman: "..."

The legal team exchanged glances and silently took their leave.

Yan Changye, however, acted as if nothing had happened and took Jiang Manman to eat roast goose.

Without mentioning divorce, Yan Changye doted on Jiang Manman in every way possible. When eating roast duck, he would pick out the tenderest pieces and put them in her bowl first. He would also bring her tea and water from time to time, treating her like a little princess.

With his attentive care, Jiang Manman's emotions gradually stabilized, and she stopped worrying about the hotel. She began to speak while eating:
"I've been very busy lately, so I probably won't be able to attend the gathering at the old house tomorrow night."

If you can't go, then you don't go.

“But what about Dad…” Old Master Yan’s temper could flare up at any moment, and Jiang Manman was unsure of what to do.

Yan Changye said "Oh": "I'll have the head of the Zhu family accompany him fishing tomorrow. Once he gets into the mood, he'll even complain that the gathering is in the way."

Jiang Manman silently breathed a sigh of relief.

She then remembered something else: "I'll show you a picture."

She took out her phone, opened a WeChat chat window, and brought up the photo.

Yan Changye looked at the large, peach-like thing in the photo and asked, "What is this thing?"

Jiang Manman looked at him with a subtle expression: "The Xie family of Gangdu, the grandson of the Xie family, Xie Jian, that ass you beat to a pulp."

Yan Changye: "..."

Jiang Manman glanced at him: "Xie Jian, the CEO of the Xie Group, Xie Yunxi, just sent me this morning, demanding ten million in compensation from me."

"Ten million? Why doesn't he just rob someone?" Yan Changye scoffed.

Jiang Manman slowly sipped her soup: "Your trending topic about Xie Jian has been up for three or four days. The Xie family conglomerate and the Yanjing Group are evenly matched. They personally put it on the trending list, so your PR department can't take it down. You'll have to handle this yourself." Yan Changye gave a noncommittal "hmm."

"There's one more thing." Jiang Manman paused for a few seconds, then fed him a piece of roast goose. "Could you delete the video from five years ago?"

Yan Changye glanced at her with interest, but avoided answering, instead leisurely taking a sip of soup.

After lunch, both of them had to work in the afternoon.

Accompanied by her bodyguard, Jiang Manman went to her studio.

Within the extravagant sounds of the night.

Yan Changye got into the car, but didn't drive to the company immediately.

He casually tapped the steering wheel, then reclined his seat, lounging comfortably, and pulled up an encrypted video that had been stored on his phone for five years—

The video was very dark; in the dim light of the night, only the faces of Jiang Manman and Yan Changye could be vaguely discerned.

The video shook for a moment, then Jiang Manman's tearful voice rang out: "What are you doing?"

A slightly youthful male voice rang out: "Oh, I'm recording a video, just in case you won't recognize me tomorrow."

"I will admit it."

"We know each other so well, are you sure you can bring yourself to do it?"

"Hmm..." Jiang Manman pulled open his shirt.

Yan Changye feigned indignation for a few seconds: "Isn't this kind of thing inappropriate? Without any official status or recognition..."

"I'll give it to you! I'll give you a title tomorrow!" Jiang Manman's body became uncontrollable.

Yan Changye casually wrapped himself in the blanket, not giving Jiang Manman a chance to attack.

"You're not allowed to betray me, or I'll sue you."

"Yes, I won't let you down."

"Wait, I'll write it down so you won't misread it."

Yan Changye leisurely stretched out his hand from under the covers, casually pulled out a piece of paper, and began to write a letter of commitment.

He wrote slowly, but there were many clauses, filling an entire page.

Jiang Manman urged, "Is it ready yet?"

"All right."

Jiang Manman was restless and irritable. In a daze, she pressed her handprint, and then she heard Yan Changye's lazy voice in her ear:

"I only want to be the plaintiff, not the defendant. Just to be on the safe side, you do it yourself."

Then, he pulled back the covers and let the girl grope him all over...

The situation gradually became absurd.

Amidst the ups and downs, Yan Changye glanced at the phone camera, his delicate peach blossom eyes filled with intense desire.

The video ends abruptly.

Within the Voice of the Night.

Yan Changye's amused gaze fell on the video that had finished playing, his eyes sparkling like stars, and a hint of reminiscence gradually emerged.

The cell phone rang suddenly.

Yan Changye answered, "Speak."

Over there, my childhood friend, who lives abroad, gloated:
"Yan Gou, your white moonlight is making a huge fuss about coming back to China, are you going to let her or not?"

The banquet lasted in silence.

(End of this chapter)