Regretful Beijing Marriage

Jiang Yining remained composed, her eyes calm and serene.

"Grandma, you shouldn't have forgotten that the Fu family has another rule."

"A couple can divorce if both parties voluntarily agree."

The old lady's face suddenly darkened, and anger surged within her.

"Jiang Yining, since you already knew, why did you have to make a scene in front of me!"

"If you can get Huaiyan to willingly divorce you, I won't stop you!"

"Grandma, he agreed."

Jiang Yining nodded slightly, unlocked her phone, and opened her messages with Fu Huaiyan.

The latest reply is always the same: a cold, indifferent "good."

"You bastard!"

The old woman's hands, gripping her cane, were bulging with veins, and her body was trembling.

"He actually dared to admit it!"

"The Fu family has a long and distinguished history, spanning over a century, and no one has ever initiated a divorce!"

The old lady's chest heaved violently; she was both angry and in pain.

"Fu Huaiyan actually went to this extent for that madman!"

"How dare he! Does he really have no regard for the ancestral precepts of the Fu family?!"

Jiang Yining frowned almost imperceptibly between her brows.

It turns out that everyone knew about Shen Miaoyin's existence.

So, was it because Grandma disliked Shen Miaoyin that she insisted Fu Huaiyan marry her?

Before she could figure it out, her grandmother shouted sternly downstairs.

"Fu Huaiyan! Get up here!"

A moment later, a tall and imposing man appeared at the door.

Without the slightest hesitation, Fu Huaiyan stepped forward and knelt down.

Even kneeling, he remained aloof and dignified.

The atmosphere became heavy.

The old lady was furious when she saw him like this.

She raised her long whip and lashed it hard across his back.

The fabric was torn by the whip.

A glaring bloodstain instantly seeped out.

This clearly shows that the old lady put in a lot of effort.

Fu Huaiyan let out a very soft groan.

His back remained taut, and he knelt upright.

Jiang Yining's gaze paused slightly, a very faint ripple passing through her heart.

But only for a moment, and she quickly looked away.

His pain is none of her concern.

"Do you realize your mistake?"

Fu Huaiyan said in a deep voice.

"Grandma is right, I know I was wrong."

"Do you know you're wrong?"

The old woman sneered in anger, raised her hand, and lashed down with the whip again, this time with even greater force.

"Fu Huaiyan, you have no idea where you went wrong!"

Two streaks of blood crisscrossed, soaking through the clothes, a shocking sight.

Fu Huaiyan lowered his eyes, his voice clear.

"Please enlighten me, Grandma, and I will change."

The old lady clutched her chest, feeling both angry and in pain.

"Fu Huaiyan, what promise did you make to me back then?"

"You said you would live a good life with Yi Ning, and I gave you a chance to change your mind, but you still married her!"

The old lady was so angry that her body was trembling.

"And now? The moment Shen Miaoyin returned to the country and caused trouble, your heart was completely captivated!"

"What did you mean by openly letting her sit next to you at the family dinner?!"

"Have you forgotten how she went insane back then and almost ruined you?!"

"Fu Huaiyan, are you going to break the Fu family rules for her sake?!"

So he had loved someone so passionately before?

Jiang Yining lowered her eyes, unable to describe the feeling in her heart.

There was resentment, distress, and anger...

But more than anything, it felt carefree.

After seven years of marriage, it's time to put an end to it.

Fu Huaiyan's eyebrows twitched slightly.

His thin lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to explain something.

But the old lady didn't give him a chance to speak at all.

Enraged, he lashed out with the third whip.

Despite being severely punished with three lashes, Fu Huaiyan, with his exceptional patience, endured it all.

His shoulders tensed uncontrollably.

His breathing became a little erratic.

The old lady was so angry at his perpetually cold demeanor that she clutched her chest.

He swayed and almost lost his balance.

"grandmother!"

Seeing this, Jiang Yining quickly stepped forward to support her and gently patted her back to comfort her.

"Please don't get agitated, your health is the most important thing."

A hint of worry appeared in Fu Huaiyan's deep black eyes.

I prop myself up and try to get up to help myself.

"Kneel down! Don't move!"

The old lady scolded him sharply, too angry to look at him.

"Grandma, don't be angry, it's all my fault."

Fu Huaiyan suppressed the urge to get up and knelt down again.

"Also, I have no intention of getting a divorce."

As he spoke, he raised his eyes, his dark pupils sweeping over Jiang Yining beside him.

That gaze was icy and sharp, chilling to the bone.

Jiang Yining knew that he was blaming her again.

The same look in his eyes as when he woke up in bed that night.

She used to go to the trouble of explaining.

But that doesn't matter now.

Jiang Yining remained calm throughout, poured a glass of water and handed it to the old lady, not even sparing him a glance.

The old lady took a sip of water and regained some strength.

Their eyes darted between each other.

The next moment, she slammed her hand on the table, her voice sharp and stern.

"I don't care how you two argue in private!"

"But the word 'divorce' should never be joked about!"

Fu Huaiyan concealed the coldness in his eyes and spoke with a deep and resolute voice.

"Grandma, I, Fu Huaiyan, will definitely keep my promise."

"Now that I have married her, I will never divorce her in this lifetime."

What a woman!

Jiang Yining gave a sarcastic smile.

After seven years of marriage, he still wouldn't call her by her name.

Indeed, for Fu Huaiyan, as long as it wasn't Shen Miaoyin...

It doesn't matter who the Fu family matriarch is.

"Grandma, I was wrong today, and I won't do it again."

With Fu Huaiyan's assurance, the old lady's expression finally softened a little.

She waved wearily.

"Alright, everyone get out."

"I don't want to hear the word 'divorce' again."

"You should get some rest."

Jiang Yining whispered a few words of advice, then turned and left.

As she passed by Fu Huaiyan, she clearly saw him bracing himself against the ground, struggling to get up.

But this has nothing to do with her.

She walked briskly out of the study without stopping.

Behind him, Fu Huaiyan's usually calm black eyes were churning with emotion.

He forced himself to get up and followed her out the door.

At the door of the study, Fu Jiayu's eyes were already red with fear.

When he saw Fu Huaiyan's mangled back, he couldn't hold back any longer and burst into tears.

"Dad! There's so much blood on your back!"

He cried as he habitually sought help from Jiang Yining.

After all, although his mother was fierce, she would always help him solve problems.

"Mom! Please check Dad's wound..."

But this time, Jiang Yining acted as if she hadn't heard anything and walked straight into the room.

Fu Chengxuan, standing to the side, stared wide-eyed, his face filled with astonishment.

He turned to look at Fu Huaiyan beside him and spoke hesitantly.

"Brother, I think I said something wrong. Is she really angry this time?"

Fu Jiayu was also frightened by Jiang Yining's indifferent attitude, and for a moment he even forgot to cry.

Fu Huaiyan raised his hand and touched the top of his son's head.

"Dad's fine, go to sleep."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Fu Chengxuan.

"Chengxuan, take Jiayu back to sleep."

Fu Chengxuan didn't dare to ask any more questions and left with Fu Jiayu in his arms.

In the empty corridor, only Fu Huaiyan remained.

His dark eyes were swirling with unseen thoughts, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Jiang Yining showed no concern for them whatsoever.

After returning to her room, she took out her pajamas and prepared to go to the bathroom to wash up.

Before she even entered the bathroom, her wrist was grabbed by Fu Huaiyan, who suddenly entered.

The man pulled her down hard, pinning her against the wall.

He was tall and imposing, exuding a strong sense of intimidation.

His eyes were filled with icy coldness, and his voice was deep and piercing.

"Jiang Yining, your scheme has succeeded."

"Tell me, what do you want this time?"