Chapter 7
Jiang Yi carried the cardboard box to the trunk of her car. Not long afterward, Song Rao sent her a phone number. Jiang Yi called it and asked the junk collector to come by later.
After working for roughly an hour, the collector weighed everything downstairs in the residential complex.
It sold for one hundred and eight yuan and twenty cents.
Holding the money, Jiang Yi returned to the apartment and handed the key to Shen Siyun, whose expression had not improved in the slightest.
“Here.”
Shen Siyun stood with her arms folded, looking down at her from above. Instead of taking the key, she gave a derisive laugh and asked, “How much did you get?”
“One hundred and eight yuan and twenty cents,” Jiang Yi answered honestly.
Another scoff followed.
“So cheap.”
Her words clearly carried another meaning, but Jiang Yi did not want to examine it too closely.
“It’s not bad. It’s enough to buy groceries for two meals.”
Enough for her and Song Rao to cook two simple homemade meals.
Shen Siyun was momentarily rendered speechless before she sneered.
“Do whatever you want.”
After returning from the apartment, Jiang Yi decided to find another job.
The company she had worked for previously had gone bankrupt several months ago. Ever since learning that Shen Siyun had no intention of marrying her, Jiang Yi had lost all motivation to work. She had simply taken some time off to relax.
Jiang Yi had majored in new media at a prestigious university. Soon after she sent out her résumé, she received a response from an HR department inviting her to an interview.
Both the interview and written examination went smoothly. One week later, Jiang Yi began working as a junior employee at a company called Qiguang Trading.
Fuan Residential Complex.
When Jiang Yi returned from work and had just entered the parking lot, she spotted a familiar license plate parked in a corner.
Immediately afterward, she saw Ding Lanqi sitting in the driver’s seat, talking on the phone.
“Sun Zhi, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Don’t make any mistakes these next few days… Yes, President Shen is back from her business trip. Right, she secured the contract, but many of the details are being handled by the overseas branches. President Shen has been holding remote video meetings every day to inspect the progress. She’s in a terrible mood. Make even one mistake and she’ll tear you apart. At least three women were reduced to tears by her today.
“Sun Zhi, you’re my assistant. We rise and fall together, so please, for the love of everything, pay more attention. Look at this report of yours—the amount is wrong. Hurry up and correct it. President Shen is going to review it soon. I’ll try to stall her for you.”
After ending the call, Ding Lanqi let out a heavy sigh.
Then, from the corner of her eye, she caught sight of a graceful figure in the rearview mirror. Her expression sharpened, and she pushed open the door to get out.
“Miss Jiang, what a coincidence.”
As Shen Siyun’s secretary, Ding Lanqi knew at least some of the inside story.
President Shen’s foul mood was largely because of her little lover, Jiang Yi.
She had heard that Jiang Yi had run off with someone else and even gotten married. Who wouldn’t be furious about something like that?
Jiang Yi nodded, her gaze calm and mild.
“Mm, quite a coincidence. If there’s nothing else, I’ll head upstairs first.”
“Miss Jiang!”
Ding Lanqi called out to stop her again. With nothing meaningful to say, she grabbed at a random topic.
“May I ask how much apartments in this complex cost? It looks quite nice.”
“Your President Shen gave it to me. You can ask her.”
Ding Lanqi let out an “Ah” and watched Jiang Yi walk away.
She seemed to have vaguely guessed why Shen Siyun had asked her to drive here.
President Shen had given her little lover a home, and that little lover had turned it into a marital home with someone else?
Wouldn’t they end up fighting?!
When Jiang Yi went upstairs and saw the two women facing each other with swords practically drawn, they indeed looked as though they were about to fight.
For some reason, Song Rao had rarely managed to return home early today, only to run into Shen Siyun, who had arrived looking ready to settle accounts.
Shen Siyun was wearing a white blouse and a fitted pencil skirt today, dressed like a powerful career woman. She had evidently only recently left work. The outfit made her appear tall and slender, while her long, wavy hair covered nearly half her face.
Shen Siyun had beautifully shaped brow bones. Even from her profile alone, one could see her aloof and coldhearted nature.
The only flaw was the sickly pallor of her skin.
Others envied it, calling it an exceptionally rare cool, porcelain complexion. Yet whenever they had been entwined together in intimacy, Jiang Yi had never once seen Shen Siyun flushed with heat or overcome by passion.
Thinking about it later, perhaps Shen Siyun simply had not loved her deeply enough.
Unlike Jiang Yi, who would lose her senses and give everything away the moment Shen Siyun crooked a finger.
At that moment, Shen Siyun stood in front of Song Rao, her thin lips pressed into a straight line and her gaze openly hostile.
When the two women saw Jiang Yi approaching, they spoke at the same time.
“Jiang Yi, explain yourself!” One was barely suppressing her anger.
“Wife, you’re back at the perfect time.” The other was gentle and steady.
The moment they spoke, it was as though the winner had already been decided.
Shen Siyun glanced at Song Rao beside her, and her expression grew even uglier.
“Are you tired?” Song Rao took the bag from Jiang Yi’s hand.
Jiang Yi shook her head, her gaze moving back and forth between Song Rao and Shen Siyun.
“What happened?”
“Jiang Yi, I gave you this apartment, and you turned it into your marital home?”
Shen Siyun already thought the past few days had been unbearable enough. She had never imagined that today she would hear something even more outrageous and excessive.
She had rushed over without stopping to confirm it and met the woman Jiang Yi had married—Song Rao.
Only now did she realize that Jiang Yi’s best friend was not only strikingly beautiful but also calm and composed.
“Did you ever consider my feelings?”
“Why shouldn’t I?” Jiang Yi looked steadily into her eyes, her expression perfectly calm. “Why should I consider your feelings?”
Didn’t you also disregard mine?
When Shen Siyun had declared so decisively that she would never marry her, had she ever considered the feelings of Jiang Yi, who had shared her bed for two years, loved her for two years, and groveled humbly after her for two years?
“You’re testing my limits, Jiang Yi.” Shen Siyun tightened her jaw. “I’m taking this apartment back.”
“Then I’m afraid President Shen will be disappointed.”
Jiang Yi suddenly smiled at her.
“My name is on the property deed. Even the law recognizes that gifts given during a romantic relationship do not have to be returned.”
“Besides, this was the gift you gave me for our second anniversary. At the time, President Shen said you loved me so much you could hardly stand it. What’s wrong? Was that love really so cheap?”
She returned Shen Siyun’s earlier words to her, exactly as they had been spoken.
Shen Siyun’s breath caught.
Her face shifted from livid to pale, then from pale back to livid. It took her a long while to recover.
Jiang Yi noticed the slightly violent rise and fall of her chest, and a trace of satisfaction flashed through her heart.
Shen Siyun, so even you have days like this!
“Still, in gratitude for your kindness in giving us wives a home, I wonder whether President Shen would be willing to honor us by lowering yourself and staying for dinner?”
Shen Siyun stared at Jiang Yi’s cheeks, fair as spring snow, and at the invitation leaving her red lips and white teeth.
Images of Jiang Yi’s picturesque beauty from the past flashed through her mind.
With difficulty, Shen Siyun forced herself to look away and mocked, “Jiang Yi, wouldn’t your wife mind?”
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