After Divorcing the Beautiful Richest Woman, She Fell in Love (GL) - Chapter 11

Lin Feiruo’s eyes were bright, yet they seemed covered by a thin, hazy veil, making it impossible to see to the depths of her soul.

Her blessing was sincere. For Jian Xiyan, who had long grown numb to perfunctory flattery, this was easy to discern. Rarity increases value; the less common a thing is, the more it catches the eye.

Jian Xiyan drew back her lips, fell silent for a moment, and then allowed a soft smile to bloom once more.

“Thank you.”

Lin Feiruo breathed a sigh of relief, as if she had just handed over a vital state secret. She licked her lips and happily took a large gulp of juice. “As long as you live well in the future, I’ll be at peace.”

Jian Xiyan chuckled. “Are you treating that juice like wine?”

The little hamster’s cheeks were still puffed out, and her bright eyes were wide open.

Adorable.

Seeing her like this, that was the first word that came to Jian Xiyan’s mind. It was a term Jian Xiaomin had used with her in private, fearing that if Yu Shuyi heard it, she’d scold her daughter again for being impolite.

Lin Feiruo swallowed the juice quickly. “I’m not drunk.”

“Not drunk, but you’re talking like you are.” Jian Xiyan glanced at her glass with a faint, knowing smile. “If an outsider heard what you just said, they’d think this was a divorce breakup dinner.”

Sigh, Lin Feiruo lamented internally. It IS a breakup dinner! Tomorrow we go our separate ways. You’ll still be the beautiful, dazzling richest woman, and I’ll just be a plain, ordinary salted fish lying flat with a few million.

Thinking of the fantastical journey of the past few days, Lin Feiruo sighed with a mix of truth and pretense: “These days truly feel like a dream. No one would believe it if I told them.”

The moment she spoke, she felt a cold glare carrying a hint of murderous intent chase after her.

“I definitely won’t tell anyone, don’t worry,” Lin Feiruo raised her hand in a pledge. “I swear, this is a secret between us forever.”

Jian Xiyan believed her. In the past two years, Lin Feiruo had indeed been tight-lipped. Whether it was to Yan Shan or her family who had already moved abroad, she hadn’t revealed a single word.

However, since the partnership was ending, who could say for sure what would happen in the future? Lin Feiruo’s Achilles’ heel was Yan Shan. That kind of minor starlet who had survived the bottom of the entertainment industry for so long was full of schemes; Jian Xiyan didn’t trust her.

She wanted to say something, but facing those bright, sincere eyes, Jian Xiyan’s cold words of warning quietly subsided. Forget it. It was her birthday. Jian Xiyan decided not to mention Yan Shan again, or they’d likely end up parting on bad terms.

With the clinking of glasses and the making of a wish, the atmosphere relaxed considerably. Lin Feiruo seemed to have completely forgotten their previous dispute. She didn’t mention a single word related to Yan Shan, throwing herself entirely into this final “breakup meal.”

“You work too hard; you need to pay attention to rest. Even if you’re naturally gifted and don’t need much sleep, humans are still different from steel.”

Jian Xiyan looked at her with interest. “Do you have any better suggestions?”

“Hire more trustworthy employees to share the load for you.”

Jian Xiyan remained noncommittal, saying casually, “From what I know, bosses who make people work overtime are constantly cursed in secret.”

Lin Feiruo’s chopsticks froze in mid-air, her lip twitching slightly. “It depends on the person.”

Jian Xiyan didn’t pursue the topic, elegantly taking a bite of tender fish.

Lin Feiruo continued to nag: “Maintaining your health relies on self-discipline. Don’t just rely on nutritionists; expensive doesn’t always mean reliable.”

Although she hadn’t officially graduated, her internship had brought her into contact with many so-called “industry experts” whose professional levels and ethics were… complicated. Lin Feiruo knew Jian Xiyan could afford expensive professionals, but the goodness of their hearts couldn’t be measured by their fees.

If even her own Second Uncle could play dirty, a nutritionist—a complete outsider—was even less trustworthy.

Jian Xiyan pursed her lips. “Are you trying to paint the world black for me before we part ways?”

Lin Feiruo rolled her eyes, but remembering the plot, she felt an inexplicable pang of pity for the person before her who wore such a distant, faint smile. She gave Jian Xiyan a helpless look: “If you could truly see the ‘black,’ that would actually be good.”

Jian Xiyan smiled and countered, “You need an eye for discovering the darkness more than I do.”

Lin Feiruo was filled with question marks. She was now free, no longer a “simp,” and had just received a windfall. She’d gained two million just today; her world was very bright!

Jian Xiyan stopped there, unwilling to lower her status further by speaking ill of Yan Shan. And even if she did, Lin Feiruo would likely sacrifice herself like a moth to a flame regardless. Jian Xiyan disdained such futile efforts.

Yet, looking at the person before her who so easily turned into a hamster when eating, a flicker of pity flashed through Jian Xiyan’s heart.

After dinner, Jian Xiyan—ignoring all advice—threw herself back into her documents. From the looks of it, she really intended to pull an all-nighter. Lin Feiruo tactfully returned to the study and gently closed the sliding door.

She lay on the soft bed with her hands folded over her stomach. Listening to the keyboard sounds outside, her fingertips tapped along lightly. Her fantastical journey reached its finale as she slowly drifted to sleep.

When the alarm woke Lin Feiruo the next morning, Jian Xiyan had already showered, changed, and packed her bags for the trip. Seeing Lin Feiruo emerge with her own luggage, Jian Xiyan didn’t turn a cold shoulder: “Do you need to go back to Pear Orchard to pack your things?”

Pear Orchard was their post-marriage residence—the villa with the diamond-encrusted hairdryer.

Lin Feiruo shook her head without a thought. “I’m not going back. I’m only taking what I have here.”

Jian Xiyan said nothing more and went downstairs with her. She had already explained to the others that Lin Feiruo would be going on a short vacation while she was away, so their both having luggage didn’t look out of place at all.

After saying goodbye to Jian Shenyao and his wife, Jian Xiyan gave Lin Feiruo a single look before heading straight to the airport in her car.

Lin Feiruo had underestimated the layout of this traditional luxury district. It looked like every inch was worth gold, but who would have thought you could carve out such a massive territory in the middle of a city? Her feet were aching, and there were no taxis.

She was glad her luggage was light, and she had millions in her account. Once she stepped out of this empty billionaire’s zone, she would be walking into a bright future!

The sound of a car came from behind, drawing closer as it slowed down, eventually stopping beside her. Lin Feiruo had moved to the very edge of the road to make way, but not only did the car stop, she saw Uncle Li getting out.

“Miss Feiruo, let me drive you.”

Lin Feiruo smiled. “How could I trouble you?”

Uncle Li had already reached her. Just as he had at Pear Orchard a few days ago, he respectfully took her luggage and placed it in the car. “This is my work. Please, get in.”

For Uncle Li to call it “work,” it must have been Jian Xiyan’s instruction. Lin Feiruo was a bit moved; she hadn’t expected Jian Xiyan to remember her in the rush of her business trip.

Lin Feiruo had booked a hotel room but didn’t want anyone to know, so she asked Uncle Li to drop her at the nearest subway station. Once his car disappeared into the distance, she took the subway three stops away to check into her hotel.

She was definitely not going back to the ostentatious Pear Orchard, and the Main Residence was out of the question. Lin Feiruo decided to rent an apartment first and consider buying a place after the three-month transition period.

Shanghai’s housing prices were terrifying. Previously, Lin Feiruo wouldn’t have dared to dream of buying a house at 24, but her confidence had been inflated. Once settled in the hotel, she rushed to the bank.

Exactly how many zeros are in the account? This was the answer she wanted most right now.

The original owner had given most of her earnings from Jian Xiyan to Yan Shan; Lin Feiruo knew this. But a “starved camel is still bigger than a horse,” and a patron like Jian Xiyan, who transferred millions on a whim, was more like a god than a human. After two whole years, Lin Feiruo refused to believe the original owner hadn’t saved anything for herself.

Lin Feiruo was a VIP client; the moment she arrived, the manager invited her into the private suite. Knowing her intent, the manager expertly helped her reset her password. After the reset, the manager began pitching new wealth management products, but Lin Feiruo declined with a frown. When you have no money, you don’t consider such things; when you have money, you consider them even less.

Full of anticipation, she opened the banking app. When she saw the balance, she stopped breathing.

Two million had been deposited yesterday, yes—but the total was only 2.2 million?

This is what selfless love looks like?

Lin Feiruo was disappointed and furious. A “simp” to the very end—left with nothing!

Seeing her face turn pale, the manager asked cautiously, “Miss Lin, there is still a pending transfer here that requires your signature to confirm.”

“What pending transfer?”

Lin Feiruo looked closely. It was an intermediary account Yan Shan had someone else open; the original owner usually transferred money to this account, which then transferred it to Yan Shan’s name. This avoided the risk of their relationship being discovered and spared Yan Shan from certain tax obligations.

That was Yan Shan’s explanation to the original owner, but it didn’t fly with Lin Feiruo. This was a scam! Stealing money without leaving a trail!

“This amount hasn’t been officially sent out yet, right?”

The manager nodded. “Correct. There is a waiting period, and it requires a second confirmation.”

“Cancel the transaction. I’m not sending it,” Lin Feiruo stated decisively. “Transfer that money back into my main account.”