After Divorcing the Beautiful Richest Woman, She Fell in Love (GL) - Chapter 4

Jian Xiyan felt that ever since the divorce papers were signed, the changes in Lin Feiruo had become increasingly apparent. She was sleeping during dinner time, failing to explain why she woke up late, and generally appeared relaxed and leisurely. Most surprising to Jian Xiyan was that even the woman’s tastes in food were beginning to shift.

She could sense a struggle within Lin Feiruo—a tug-of-war between restraint and relaxation—and the “letting go” side was clearly winning.

It seemed that for Lin Feiruo, this divorce was indeed a long-awaited liberation.

Jian Xiyan recalled the scene two years ago when she first approached Lin Feiruo for the partnership. Lin Feiruo had set three conditions: she would only act the part, her true heart must be allowed to remain private; Jian Xiyan had to help her with entertainment industry resources; and the divorce had to happen before her birthday.

All three conditions were essentially for the sake of one person. Sometimes, Jian Xiyan found it hard to understand: was it truly worth being so devoted to someone who didn’t care about you at all?

But more often, she looked down on this kind of sacrifice. Feelings that receive no response—or are even intentionally exploited—are a stain on the concept of love. A “romance beggar” was never someone Jian Xiyan could admire.

However, she had no interest in meddling. During the contract period, she had kept one eye closed; now that the contract was over, she had even less reason or need to worry about it. As long as Lin Feiruo and Yan Shan didn’t cause any drama that affected the stock price in the next three months, Jian Xiyan didn’t care if they disappeared into the sunset together.

Still, Lin Feiruo’s obvious joy at rushing back to Yan Shan was something Jian Xiyan found hard to look at.

Seeing that Jian Xiyan was still silent with a dark expression, Lin Feiruo’s casual question became more serious. She leaned in closer, carefully observing the face that still gave her a strong sense of shock.

“Focus on the priority, health first,” Lin Feiruo reminded herself in a small voice. She was looking for a “color” in the complexion, not staring at the beauty of the face.

Jian Xiyan frowned. “What are you looking at?”

“Your complexion really isn’t great.” Lin Feiruo expressed concern. “It looks like you’re in a state of sub-health.”

Jian Xiyan froze. Lin Feiruo’s words were constantly out of left field now, moving in directions she couldn’t predict. Like a loach she could no longer pin down.

“I have a professional health manager.”

Jian Xiyan turned and walked out, her pace like the wind—identical to yesterday. Lin Feiruo grabbed her luggage and hurried to catch up, looking very much like a youth chasing the wind.

Her personal luggage wasn’t heavy; she had only chosen a few simple changes of clothes. She hadn’t taken a single one of the original owner’s luxury designer items.

The driver was already waiting outside. Seeing them emerge, he immediately stepped forward. The uncle, with slightly greying hair, wore white gloves and a crisp, upright uniform, radiating an air of integrity.

“Miss Feiruo, let me take that for you.”

The white-gloved hand nimbly took the luggage and placed it neatly in the trunk. Jian Xiyan had already climbed into the car, but Lin Feiruo stood there for a moment. When the driver passed her, thinking there might be more instructions, she nodded with a smile.

“Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Li.”

When the luggage was taken, Lin Feiruo remembered who he was. Uncle Li was Jian Xiyan’s personal driver and had been responsible for her since she was in elementary school. The book didn’t say much about him, only describing him as loyal and brave. Lin Feiruo felt that in this day and age, someone described that way was rare, so she naturally felt a sense of goodwill toward him.

Uncle Li hadn’t expected Lin Feiruo to wait there specifically to say that; he was somewhat flattered. In the past, Miss Feiruo hadn’t been arrogant, but this was the first time she had been so proactively warm.

“It’s no trouble. It’s my job, as it should be.” Uncle Li opened the car door for her. “Miss Feiruo, please get in.”

As Lin Feiruo ducked into the car, she found a pair of cold eyes watching her thoughtfully.

“I… was just saying hello to Uncle Li.” Lin Feiruo smiled. She couldn’t think of a more high-brow excuse.

Jian Xiyan withdrew her gaze, but her thoughts continued. She had overheard Lin Feiruo telling Aunt Shu not to overwork herself and to minimize mental exhaustion, and just now she had waited in the sun for Uncle Li just to say “thank you.”

These were trivial bits of small talk, yet Lin Feiruo had made a point of doing them. There was only one reason: she was seriously saying goodbye.

Jian Xiyan understood. It wasn’t strange; it was indeed time to say goodbye. Looking at it this way, Lin Feiruo didn’t seem to entirely loathe the past two years, and Jian Xiyan’s mood improved slightly.

However, once they reached the Main Residence, the identities and relationships would be much more complex than with Aunt Shu and Uncle Li. Jian Xiyan felt it was necessary to warn Lin Feiruo, lest she continue her “farewell tour” across the entire household.

Snap!

A crisp sound rang out in the quiet cabin—swift and clean, like a guillotine hitting the floor. Lin Feiruo looked toward the source; a matte black gold-thread partition had been lowered and locked. A jade-white hand retracted quickly before she could even get a good look.

“I have some things to discuss with you.” The tone was cold and serious.

Lin Feiruo instinctively straightened her back, placing her hands neatly on her knees like a good student caught daydreaming.

Jian Xiyan suddenly thought of how Lin Feiruo’s cheeks had puffed out slightly while eating noodles; the contrast with her current “proper” posture was stark. Realizing her lips were about to curve upward, Jian Xiyan quickly adjusted her emotions, pulling her mouth into an even tighter line.

Lin Feiruo quirked an eyebrow. What’s so important? She had to build up this much tension before saying it.

Jian Xiyan noticed they were making eye contact quite frequently today and turned her head slightly away.

“Only Second Aunt is at the Main Residence today,” Jian Xiyan stated calmly, though every word was deliberate. “Second Uncle’s flight is tomorrow afternoon, and Xiaomin will be a day later.”

Ah, she’s just saying the house isn’t full yet. Lin Feiruo relaxed. “Okay, I understand.”

Jian Xiyan’s fingertips tapped lightly on her leg. “I don’t want them to notice anything is wrong, so…” She looked at Lin Feiruo again.

Lin Feiruo didn’t have many memories of the original owner visiting the Main Residence. Either her memory was incomplete, or they rarely went back. Regardless, she just needed to know what Jian Xiyan wanted from her.

“So… act a bit more lovey-dovey?”

Jian Xiyan pursed her lips. She never expected those words to come out of Lin Feiruo’s mouth. Even before the divorce, Lin Feiruo rarely initiated “lovey-dovey” acting, and Jian Xiyan hadn’t demanded much—just enough to let others think their relationship was stable. There was no need for anything saccharine.

Now that they were divorced, what did Lin Feiruo mean? Was she playing with her?

Jian Xiyan kept her voice cool. “Just continue as you were before.”

After saying it, she felt uneasy. She felt that the current Lin Feiruo was no longer someone she could fully predict, but she couldn’t tell if the woman was doing it on purpose.

“Also, there’s no need to show any ‘goodbye’ emotions.”

Lin Feiruo relaxed even further. She had originally thought the three-day delay was to make the sense of ritual complete; it seemed she had misunderstood Jian Xiyan.

“Second Uncle said it’s been a long time since we had a meal together and he wants to see you. So, for these three days, you just need to handle that one dinner.”

Just one dinner. Lin Feiruo started a three-day countdown in her head.

The Main Residence was located in an old villa district of Shanghai. Most people living here belonged to families that had been wealthy for more than one generation. It was only about a twenty-minute drive from the bustling commercial center, yet it was unnervingly quiet.

Lin Feiruo was wearing a minimalist pure white T-shirt today. Standing at 172cm (5’7″) with a slender waist and long legs, she looked clean and refreshing, radiating vitality without any need for elaborate styling. Jian Xiyan’s actual height was slightly shorter, but with high heels, there was no real gap between them as they stood side by side. She was also wearing a white shirt—more casual than yesterday’s business style—and her long hair was pinned up less formally. She wore no earrings, but her small, translucent earlobes seemed to glow on their own, not looking plain at all.

As soon as they entered the door, they heard footsteps. Arriving even before the footsteps was a compliment.

“Look at you two, so in love. Just coming home for a meal and you’re even wearing matching outfits.”

Jian Xiyan’s Second Aunt, Yu Shuyi, walked toward them with a beaming smile, looking as though she had been waiting for quite a while.

Lin Feiruo looked down at herself, then glanced at the person next to her who was silently changing shoes. Aside from both being white, she couldn’t find a single point to prove they were “matching.” From Jian Xiyan’s calm reaction, this clearly wasn’t the first time this had happened.

Lin Feiruo smiled and nodded to Yu Shuyi, following Jian Xiyan’s lead: “Second Aunt.”

Yu Shuyi was extremely well-preserved, with tight skin and a soft glow emanating from her entire being. She appeared wealthy and elegant, perfectly fitting the stereotype of a pampered lady of a high household.

However, as Lin Feiruo’s hazy memories sharpened, she couldn’t help but steal a few extra glances at the woman looking so lovingly at Jian Xiyan.

Yu Shuyi, wife of Jian Xiyan’s Second Uncle, Jian Shenyao. They had one daughter, Jian Xiaomin. In her youth, she was a famous pianist, moved by Jian Shenyao’s persistence—he had attended every single stop of her world tour. She retired early at the peak of her career to marry and have a child.

A “Love Brain.” An absolute romantic to a fault.

This wasn’t just Lin Feiruo’s assessment; it was written in the original book. In the story, Yu Shuyi believed her husband’s sweet talk too much, leading to a tragic end: she was framed for an affair, forced into divorce, and her daughter became ashamed of her. In the end, she could only find inner peace through constant prayer and Buddhist devotion.

Lin Feiruo replayed Yu Shuyi’s compliment in her mind and understood why, although she found it absurd, she didn’t feel the “cringe” of secondhand embarrassment. It was because Yu Shuyi truly believed it. Her eyes held a light of faith in love, so everything she saw was filtered through that lens.

Lin Feiruo sighed inwardly. Since he decided to lock her in a dream back then, why did he have to break it with his own hands? Sweet dreams are easy to wake from, and even easier to shatter.

She suddenly thought of her own wish. Was it a sweet dream? If the dream shattered, would it mean being discovered by Jian Xiyan and being chased for debts?

Jian Xiyan had already changed into slippers. Seeing Lin Feiruo still standing there motionless with a very expressive face, she felt she had to step in. This was the Main Residence; they couldn’t be too casual.

Jian Xiyan walked up to her and whispered in a very low voice, “Stay on your toes while we’re here.”

Without her heels, Jian Xiyan was about five centimeters shorter than Lin Feiruo. Because they were so close, if Lin Feiruo lowered her head even slightly, her lips could almost brush against her.

Lin Feiruo snapped out of her memories, nearly leaning into her. Her breath hitched, making her breathing sound heavy, which caused Jian Xiyan’s heart to skip a beat as well.

Yu Shuyi had walked a few paces but realized the two hadn’t followed, so she turned back. Seeing them “whispering” in each other’s ears, she laughed again.

“This is too clingy! What kind of sweet nothings do you have to say right this second?”