Director Jiang, don't let the divorce get out of control.

The closed carriage was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Jiang Yubai's fingers tightened subtly around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning pale.

Wen Ruan clearly noticed that the car got much colder after she looked at the photos.

The words of explanation were already on the tip of her tongue. She wanted to say that it was just a work-related situation and she had no idea that Ji Shiyan would be there beforehand.

That statement was simply to stop the other party's endless humiliation.

But Jiang Wanxing was sitting in the passenger seat, and she didn't want to go through the trouble of explaining these private matters in front of others.

Moreover, he clearly heard it with his own ears that day, but he didn't ask her a single question from beginning to end.

Ultimately, he didn't care about the truth at all.

"Ruan Ruan, don't take it to heart. The media loves to make things up. Like a year ago, when Yu Bai and I went to F country to negotiate with M country, Yu Bai was shot in the arm while saving me. It almost became a trending topic, but Yu Bai stopped it in time and avoided it."

Jiang Wanxing turned her head to look at Wen Ruan, her tone gentle.

Upon hearing this, Wen Ruan's pupils dilated slightly.

He had been shot, but she had never heard him mention it.

Wen Ruan lowered her eyelashes slightly, concealing the strange look in her eyes, and responded lightly, "Yes, thank you, Miss Jiang."

Looking at the man's tense and cold profile in front of her, she could not see any emotion, but she had a vague feeling that something was different about him.

Although Wen Ruan didn't know him very well after three years of marriage, she knew that he was not only possessive but also extremely concerned about his reputation and image.

He was probably angry because, at most, she was annoyed that, as the wife of the Director of Foreign Affairs, she had an affair with her former fiancé, which gave people cause for gossip.

Wen Ruan secretly suppressed all her emotions and planned to find someone to remove the trending topic as soon as she got back, so as not to affect him.

Hearing Wen Ruan's nonchalant response, a dark undercurrent surged deep within Jiang Yubai's eyes.

Does she still like him?

Jiang Wanxing, sitting in the passenger seat, gazed out the window with a faint smile playing on her lips.

At the same time, in the top-floor president's office of the Ji Group.

Ji Shiyan had just finished a multinational video conference when his phone rang.

He is the public relations director.

"Mr. Ji, you and Ms. Wen are trending on social media. Should we remove the related hashtags and control the comments immediately?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Shiyan casually swiped open the trending topics page, "Ignore it."

The PR director whispered a reminder: "Ms. Wen is now Director Jiang's wife. If we let this trending topic continue to escalate, it might not be good for your reputation or the Ji family's reputation..."

"Jiang Yubai's people aren't in a hurry, so why should I be?" Ji Shiyan chuckled. "Perhaps Wen Ruan is secretly plotting to attract my attention. How can I let her succeed?"

He understands Wen Ruan so well.

The public relations director defended Wen Ruan, saying, "President Ji, Miss Wen isn't that kind of person..."

She couldn't understand why Mr. Ji disliked Miss Wen so much, and even broke off the engagement, when Miss Wen was such a good person!

"I know her thoughts better than anyone else." Ji Shiyan's tone was extremely arrogant. "She just wants to be dumped by Jiang Yubai and then tries to provoke me. I really don't know how Jiang Yubai could have fallen for someone as hypocritical as her."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

The thought of her saying she loved him made Ji Shiyan suppress his impatience. He pulled out the number from his blacklist and dialed it.

result--

The user you are trying to reach is currently on another call...

Did you block him?

The next second, all the resentment in Ji Shiyan's heart turned into knowing mockery.

First, stir up his curiosity by trending on social media, then block him to keep him in suspense.

Their methods are getting more and more sophisticated.

Ji Shiyan put away his phone, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force he used.

Half an hour later, the black Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the Jiang family's old house.

Butler Liu hurried out to greet him, his face beaming with a warm smile. He opened the passenger door and said, "Young Master, you're finally back. Miss Jiang, you're here too! The old lady has been talking about you every day these past few days. We've been waiting for you to come."

He didn't give Wen Ruan a single glance or greeting from beginning to end, as if Jiang Wanxing was the one who was Mrs. Jiang.

Wen Ruan was used to the disdain and differential treatment from everyone in the old mansion and didn't care much about it.

Just then, Jiang Yubai reached out and put his arm around her slender waist, his tone calm yet carrying a chilling undertone: "Uncle Liu, do you need some reading glasses?"

Meeting the man's dark, deep eyes, Uncle Liu's expression changed, and cold sweat broke out on his back. He quickly bowed and said, "Madam, please come in. The old lady has been waiting for you for a long time."

Not far away, Jiang Wanxing watched Jiang Yubai openly and unreservedly protect Wen Ruan. The smile on her face gradually faded, and a fleeting look of loneliness and resentment flashed in her eyes.

Wen Ruan was afraid that the two would become estranged because of her, so she subconsciously struggled to widen the distance between them.

For the past three years, she has remained the same, never causing him any emotional trouble.

But the force around her waist increased, and she almost crashed into his chest.

Wen Ruan was a little confused about what Jiang Yubai was doing, so she whispered a reminder: "Jiang Yubai, let go, or Miss Jiang will misunderstand."

"What misunderstanding?" Jiang Yubai narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at her without blinking.

"They've misunderstood us..."

"Wen Ruan, are you a water spinach?" Jiang Yubai interrupted her before she could finish speaking.

Is this an insult calling her heartless?

Is it wrong for her not to get involved in his past with Jiang Wanxing, nor to want to be embarrassed by deliberately being jealous?

"Jiang Yubai, you're being ungrateful."

"Stop being so kind. Jiang Wanxing and I aren't what you think."

Which one is it?

Before Wen Ruan could even process what was happening, he dropped another bombshell.

"But you, you can't let go of Ji Shiyan? Still thinking about going back?"

Wen Ruan was completely stunned.

His words didn't sound like he was concerned about saving face; they sounded more like he was being petty.

But as soon as the thought arose, she forcibly suppressed it.

How could that be?

"I..." don't like Ji Shiyan.

She never liked anyone.

But before she could finish speaking, the old woman's angry voice from inside the house drowned her out.

"Wanxing, tell me, when has our Jiang family ever suffered such humiliation?"

"She's already a married woman, yet she's still entangled with her ex-fiancé. Does she want the entire capital to laugh at the Jiang family?"

"Grandma, please don't get angry. You'll hurt yourself if you do," Jiang Wanxing said softly as she stepped forward to comfort her.

The old lady's temper flared even more, and she sneered, "Yu Bai is just too stubborn, wanting to marry anyone. It's been three years, and there's not a single sign of pregnancy. Now he's even more shameless. If only you hadn't gone abroad back then."

"Grandma, please don't say that."

"I'm telling the truth. With you here, there's no way Wen Ruan would stand a chance. Old Liu! Close the door! She's never to set foot in the Jiang family again!"

The sarcastic words were sharp and cutting, and Wen Ruan's drooping fingertips clenched, but her face remained calm and expressionless.

These days, verbal humiliation can no longer hurt her in the slightest.

But Jiang Yubai's eyebrows were tightly pressed down, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line.

It turned out that during the days he was away from the old house, his grandmother had been humiliating and making things difficult for Wen Ruan, but she had never said a word to him.

"I'm not coming back!"

"Huh?" Wen Ruan asked, puzzled.

At this moment, Butler Liu stepped forward with a hesitant expression, "Young Master, the Old Madam..."

"Why don't I go back first?" Wen Ruan suggested.

"No need. I'm bringing my wife home; can't I even enter the gate?"

Butler Liu and Jiang Yubai locked eyes for less than a second before Liu awkwardly looked away, not daring to say another word, and hurriedly retreated to the side.

Jiang Yubai put his arm around Wen Ruan and walked straight into the main hall.

Grandma Jiang sat upright in the main seat, her silver hair perfectly styled, a string of jade prayer beads twirling between her fingers. Seeing the two enter together, her face immediately darkened: "Yu Bai, why did you bring her in? Didn't you hear me?"

"If Grandma dares to humiliate my wife in front of outsiders, then I don't need to come back anymore." Jiang Yubai's voice became a little harsher.

The old lady's face alternated between pale and flushed. Knowing that her grandson was always true to his word and unyielding to either soft or hard approaches, she could only clench her prayer beads tightly and forcefully suppress her anger: "This is a family dinner today, do you really want to confront me head-on?"

"It was my grandmother who made things difficult for my wife first."

Jiang Wanxing quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, affectionately taking the old lady's arm: "Grandma, it's been so long since we've seen you. Yu Bai and I have been thinking about you. Don't let this little thing spoil your mood."

The old lady's expression softened slightly after being coaxed by her, but she still looked at Wen Ruan with disdain and displeasure. "Alright, everyone, sit down."

Jiang Yubai, accompanied by Wen Ruan, took their seats next to the main couple's seats.

The old lady was very unhappy, but there was nothing she could do about it.

Jiang Wanxing concealed her inner turmoil and got up to pour tea for the old lady: "Grandma, I specially brought you some top-grade ginseng slices this time. They are very nourishing and calming. Remember to steep them in water and drink them often."

The old lady's expression softened further, and she said meaningfully, "Wanxing is so thoughtful and sensible, unlike some people who are rarely seen and sit here like air, showing no consideration for their elders whatsoever."

Wen Ruan sat quietly with her eyes lowered, seemingly oblivious to the veiled insults directed at her.

But the next second, the man's cold voice rang out beside her: "Ruan Ruan is busy with work, so I told her not to go back to the old house so often. As for the child, I should have had someone inform you. It's because I have low sperm count, and it has nothing to do with Ruan Ruan."