Regretful Beijing Marriage

"Ningning, the security guard said your tires were punctured by some kids nearby."

"The weather forecast says a massive downpour is coming soon, and it'll be hard to get a taxi right now. Do you want me to take you home?"

Assistant Zhao Jia pushed open the door and came in, her face full of dissatisfaction.

"Kids these days are so naughty..."

Jiang Yining paused, her pen still.

Tonight is the Fu family banquet, and everyone must be present.

She paused for two seconds, picked up her phone, opened Fu Huaiyan's chat page, and sent a voice message.

"Huaiyan, my car broke down, and a heavy rain is coming. Could you come pick me up?"

The message popped up on the screen as soon as it was sent.

【it is good. 】

Jiang Yining let out a breath and turned off her phone.

"Ah Jia, you can go home first. I'm going somewhere far away, so I'll call a car myself later."

Zhao Jia agreed, gave a few more instructions, and then left.

Jiang Yining rubbed her tired temples and got up to look out the window.

In their seven years of marriage, Fu Huaiyan had never heard her voice.

No matter what she sends, he will quickly reply with a "yes".

Back then, her friends envied her. Her husband seemed indifferent, but he responded to everything she did.

One night, she had a persistent high fever and sent a voice message asking him to come back and bring some medicine.

She waited all night for him, but he never came.

At daybreak, she was found unconscious in bed by the maid and taken to the hospital where she regained consciousness.

Afterwards, she tentatively asked Fu Huaiyan if they had been delayed on the way.

But Fu Huaiyan remained indifferent, saying only that he could decide for himself what he wanted and that he didn't need to send him everything.

It was then that Jiang Yining realized that Fu Huaiyan thought she had come to him only to ask for money.

To avoid being bothered by her, he even installed an auto-reply function on his phone to appease her.

"Why won't you let me in? It's not like I'm not paying."

"The mental health clinic is open; how can it not see patients?"

A young girl rushed in.

Her eyes were red and she was extremely emotionally unstable.

Zhao Jia couldn't stop her at all.

"I'm sorry, miss, we've already closed for the day. Please come back tomorrow for your appointment!"

"I don't care, I want to see it now!"

Shen Miaoyin shook off Zhao Jia's hand and strode to sit down in the chair.

"I'm in pain. If I have a relapse of depression and die, you will all be the murderers."

"Jiajia, you can go home now, I'll handle this."

Jiang Yining snapped out of her thoughts and walked up to Shen Miaoyin.

Zhao Jia opened her lips, but ultimately said nothing and left.

The girl in front of me was not old, but the obsession in her eyes was terrifying.

She'd seen plenty of people like that.

Jiang Yining walked up to her and asked softly.

"What's your name? How can I help you?"

"My name is Shen Miaoyin. I have severe depression. My life has been ruined because of this disease."

Shen Miaoyin.

That name sounds familiar.

But her professional instincts prevented Jiang Yining from thinking too much about it, and she listened quietly.

"My family was broken up with by a third party, and that slut's child is even older than me."

"My life is filled with arguments every day. I'm becoming increasingly paranoid and want everyone to die."

Shen Miaoyin's face darkened, and her emotions gradually became agitated.

"But I also met my boyfriend, who is tolerant of me and wants to help me get out of this situation."

"But I've been sick for so long, and I've hurt him time and time again."

"I had no choice but to go abroad for treatment, hoping to come back and marry him after I recovered."

"But to my surprise, when I returned, he was already married!"

At this point, Shen Miaoyin lost control.

With red eyes, she rushed up and grabbed Jiang Yining's arm tightly.

Blood quickly seeped from her arm.

Jiang Yining frowned in pain.

But she didn't struggle; instead, she gently raised her hand and patted Shen Miaoyin's back.

I know you're upset, but it's not your fault.

"It's his fault for not waiting for you, not yours."

Unexpectedly, these words enraged Shen Miaoyin, who suddenly raised her hand and slapped Jiang Yining.

"Who gave you permission to talk about him like that!"

Jiang Yining turned her head away, her cheek burning with pain.

The next moment, Shen Miaoyin showed her vulnerable side again, standing helplessly in place.

"I'm sorry, I'm so stupid, I couldn't control myself."

"The one who stole my boyfriend is the mistress who broke up my family!"

"They did it on purpose, mother and daughter! They both deserve to die!"

"My boyfriend married her not out of love! He was afraid that bitch would continue her investigation and hurt me and my mother!"

"Dr. Jiang, I don't want to be a mistress. Tell me, how can I get that woman to leave me on her own?"

Jiang Yining lowered her eyes, a dull pain suddenly rising in her heart.

The man walked out of the mountains with his mother's support.

He said he would marry my mother, but in the end he married a rich girl for money.

The mother died without ever receiving justice.

Fearing she would get hurt, her mother never told her who the man was, even until her death.

She chose to marry Fu Huaiyan in the hope that he could help her find out the truth.

She didn't want revenge; she just wanted to get an apology for her mother.

But she never received any news from Fu Huaiyan until her mother was buried.

At that moment, she envied the girl.

There are such good people protecting her.

"Ms. Shen, things may not be as you think. Perhaps the other party was completely unaware of the situation from beginning to end."

Ultimately, the choice always rested with that man; it was his indecisiveness that caused everyone's tragedy.

Upon hearing this, Shen Miaoyin gave a strange smile.

Her eyes were fixed on Jiang Yining with a strong sense of aggression.

"Dr. Jiang, if you were the one who interfered in the relationship, would you leave on your own?"

Jiang Yining's brows furrowed suddenly, feeling extremely uncomfortable, and she was about to respond.

Shen Miaoyin suddenly stood up and used all her strength to push her down hard.

"The mistress and her daughter both deserve to die!"

Jiang Yining was afraid that she would lose control of her emotions and do something extreme.

Ignoring the bumps and bruises on his body.

She immediately raised her hand, trying to control her.

Just then, the door to the consultation room was pushed open.

Fu Huaiyan frowned and strode in.

Upon seeing him, Shen Miaoyin forcefully shook off Jiang Yining's hand.

Her body went limp, and she adopted a wronged expression.

"Ah Yan, it hurts so much..."

Jiang Yining was pulled backward by the unexpected force.

The back of his hand hit the corner of the table.

A sharp, stabbing pain came through.

Warm blood dripped through his fingers.

Fu Huaiyan brushed past her, his cold eyes landing on Shen Miaoyin.

"Don't get agitated, I'm here."

After seven years of marriage, this was the first time Jiang Yining had seen her husband show concern for someone outside their family.

"Aunt Yinyin, how are you?"

Her son, Fu Jiayu, jogged over and nervously grabbed Shen Miaoyin's hand.

Then, he looked at Jiang Yining with dissatisfaction and complained.

"Mom, didn't I tell you to be gentle when you meet Aunt Yinyin?"

"What if something happens to Aunt Yinyin?"

Jiang Yining stood there, stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

My heart is filled with a dense, persistent pain.

It turns out that Aunt Yinyin, whom my son had been insisting on meeting, was not his tutor.

It turns out that the mistress's daughter is named Shen Miaoyin.

Shen Miaoyin nestled smugly in Fu Huaiyan's arms, giving Jiang Yining a provocative smile.

"Ah Yan, I originally came to see you, and also to have Miss Jiang look into her psychological issues."

"I didn't expect her to be so fierce as a psychologist, and she even provoked me."

Fu Huaiyan's brows furrowed suddenly, and his voice turned cold.

"Don't come here again. The therapist I arranged for you is already waiting for you at home."

"Dad, let's go. I'm so worried because I haven't seen Aunt Yinyin."

"I want to sleep with Aunt Yinyin tonight. She's the gentlest woman I've ever met."

Fu Jiayu hopped around, wanting Shen Miaoyin to hug him.

Shen Miaoyin smiled and hugged him.

"Okay, as long as your dad agrees, Auntie will come to visit you every day."

The three of them strode away.

From beginning to end, no one gave Jiang Yining a second glance.

The wound is still bleeding.

But it's far less than one ten-thousandth of what's in my heart.

It turns out she was always that outsider.

Does Fu Huaiyan not tell her the truth because he thinks her mother is the mistress?

Was he married to her because he was afraid she would hurt Shen Miaoyin?

"Ningning! Your hand is bleeding a lot, should we go to the hospital?"

Zhao Jia's exclamation brought Jiang Yining back to her senses.

She gently wiped the blood from her hands, her voice calm and undisturbed.

"It's okay, you can go home now."

The waiting room quieted down.

Jiang Yining picked up her phone and sent another voice message.

"Fu Huaiyan, let's get a divorce."

The message was sent successfully.

A familiar reply automatically popped up on the other end.

【it is good. 】