Regretful Beijing Marriage

Fu Huaiyan imprisoned Jiang Yining between the walls.

In the struggle, Jiang Yining's pajamas slipped from her hands.

She looked up and met Fu Huaiyan's icy, chilling eyes.

This was the first time in their seven-year marriage that Jiang Yining had seen him express his emotions so openly.

A chill ran through me.

She was penniless when she first married into the Fu family.

The servants in the house all treat people differently based on their status.

Aside from giving her food, she received nothing else.

At that time, my mother was seriously ill and hospitalized.

She didn't even have the money to take the bus to the hospital.

Left with no other choice, she had to bite the bullet and approach Fu Huaiyan, hoping to borrow a hundred yuan.

At that time, Fu Huaiyan looked impatient, thinking she wanted a million, and simply threw a black card at her.

From that day on, he labeled her.

They concluded that all her schemes were aimed at extorting benefits.

Seeing Jiang Yining remain silent, Fu Huaiyan's expression darkened further.

"The top floor of the Fuhui Building office building in the city center is yours. Qin Yi will give you the key tomorrow."

"I don't want what happened today to happen again."

Jiang Yining forced a smile, her heart filled with indifference.

He was fully aware of her every move.

She has indeed been looking at shops recently, planning to expand her private clinic.

However, Jiang Yining wouldn't presume to believe it.

The Fu family has always been wary of her, so it's understandable that they monitor her movements.

Jiang Yining, too lazy to waste words, withdrew her hand and pushed Fu Huaiyan away.

"Fu Huaiyan, I want a divorce."

"I don't want a single penny of the Fu family's property, and you can have my son too."

Fu Huaiyan gave a mocking smile, his eyes filled with impatience.

"Things shouldn't happen more than three times; Jiang Yining, know when to stop."

In his eyes, she was always being unreasonable.

Using divorce as leverage to demand benefits.

Just like with her mother's funeral, Fu Huaiyan only agreed to send people to organize it because he thought she was threatening to divorce him.

It's utterly ridiculous.

She was foolish back then, thinking that she could melt Fu Huaiyan's iceberg of feelings over time.

But not anymore.

Jiang Yining was too lazy to argue.

"Fu Huaiyan, I'm not discussing this with you."

"Grandma's health isn't good, so I can live separately from her for a while and keep it from her."

"Or, let's get the divorce certificate first, and then announce it publicly when Grandma is feeling better."

"You choose what to do."

After saying that, she bent down to pick up her pajamas from the floor and turned to go into the bathroom.

Fu Huaiyan's thin lips were tightly pressed together, his aura was frighteningly low, and his emotions were obscure and difficult to discern.

When Jiang Yining came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, Fu Huaiyan's back wound had already been treated.

It must be said that he was in excellent physical condition; after being whipped three times, he was still able to sit calmly on the edge of the bed.

Jiang Yining stopped wiping her head when she saw his phone screen.

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

A familiar voice rang out.

This should be the first time he has listened to her voice messages.

Jiang Yining paused for a second, then calmly sat down at the vanity to blow-dry her hair.

The next second, Fu Huaiyan stood up and walked behind her.

His cold eyes were fixed on her through the mirror.

A sense of oppression suddenly descended.

"Jiang Yining, stop using such low-level tactics."

Jiang Yining chuckled softly at herself in the mirror, without stopping her movements.

"It's best if you respond to the divorce news yourself."

Fu Huaiyan lowered his eyes, a chill surging within them.

"Seven years have passed; I thought your methods would be more sophisticated."

He looked away, his words carrying an air of authority.

"For the Fu family to divorce, it must be announced in front of all the elders of the family, and it can only be effective if more than 70% of the family members agree."

"I promised when we got married that I would not get a divorce."

"I can turn a blind eye to minor squabbles on a regular basis, but my grandmother is in poor health."

"If you dare to provoke her with the threat of divorce again, don't blame me for being ruthless."

He paused, then narrowed his eyes.

"You should know that the Fu family only has widowed members, no divorced ones!"

A biting chill swept across the river, bringing relief to every part of the body.

She turned off the hairdryer and turned to look at him.

"It's good that you replied personally; it's now appropriate to show it to the elders."

"I think the majority of people who want me to get out of here are probably the ones who do."

She curled her lips in disdain and brushed past him.

"In my dictionary, divorced or widowed are both acceptable."

"If you don't want to leave, then go die."

Fu Huaiyan's expression did not change significantly.

But there was obvious displeasure in those dark eyes.

Just then, Fu Huaiyan's phone rang.

Jiang Yining glanced at her out of the corner of her eye and saw Shen Miaoyin.

Fu Huaiyan picked up his phone and walked to the window to answer it.

Jiang Yining was eavesdropping unintentionally.

What's more, it was a phone call from her own husband and his mistress.

Even if they were to divorce, she would still be Fu Huaiyan's wife in name only.

He's so brazen now, he's truly shameless.

But he still had the audacity to say he didn't want a divorce.

Does he want Shen Miaoyin to be his mistress?

Or do you want to strip her, the empress, of all dignity?

Nausea.

Fu Huaiyan hung up the phone after only a few minutes.

She then quickly changed her clothes and went out.

Throughout the entire process, his gaze never fell on her even once.

There was no explanation.

Not surprising at all.

Jiang Yining lay on the bed and turned off the light.

She used to think that Fu Huaiyan was naturally aloof.

Couples should always be considerate of each other.

After all, he hadn't done anything outrageous.

In retrospect, she was incredibly stupid.

Everyone knew about Fu Huaiyan's ideal woman, but she was kept in the dark.

Fortunately, she finally came to her senses and withdrew in time.

Jiang Yining was not disturbed and quickly fell asleep.

Just as I was drifting off to sleep, there was a knock on the door.

Fu Jiayu, clutching a small pillow, pushed open the door and came in, his little face scrunched up.

"Mom, I'll sleep with you tonight."

Jiang Yining immediately spotted the housekeeper, Zhang Ma, standing at the door.

In the past, when she was wronged, the old lady would use this method to get her son to coax her.

She also repeatedly hesitated and missed many opportunities.

Unfortunately, the old lady underestimated her determination to get a divorce this time.

Since her son was old enough to remember, he has not been very close to her.

Jiang Yining wondered if she had been too strict.

Or perhaps his son inherited Fu Huaiyan's coldness.

Later, she was happy when she heard her son talking about Aunt Yinyin all day long.

She thought her son had finally found a teacher he liked.

She even consulted with the teacher for a long time, trying to get closer to her son.

Looking back now, it seems both absurd and ironic.

Jiang Yining snapped out of her thoughts and asked calmly.

"Fu Jiayu, do you really want to sleep with Mommy?"

My son is still young and doesn't know how to hide his emotions.

He stood there, stammering for a long time, unable to utter a single word.

Jiang Yining understood.

She got up, gently took her son's little hand, and led him back to his room.

"Don't force yourself to do things you don't like."

Since the son likes Shen Miaoyin.

From now on, she can take care of him.

After sending her son back to his room, Jiang Yining glanced at Zhang Ma indifferently.

"Zhang Ma, please tell the old lady that there's no need for this."

"Please also tell her that my mind is made up and I hope she will grant my request."

"None of us want to see our uncle's tragedy repeat itself."