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

When he repeatedly defended her in front of Jiang Wanxing, a ripple appeared in Wen Ruan's calm eyes, and even her nose felt a little sore.

This was the first time in her life that someone had protected her like this.

"Yu Bai, don't say things that will scare Grandma. Let's eat quickly, or the food will get cold." Jiang Wanxing interjected at the right moment, "Here, this is your favorite fish oil."

As she spoke, she used serving chopsticks to pick up the food and put it into Jiang Yubai's bowl with practiced ease.

"Thanks."

"Wanxing, you eat too." The old lady put a piece of chicken on Jiang Wanxing's plate.

This scene made Wen Ruan look like an outsider.

The warmth that had just risen in her heart vanished instantly.

He protected her out of a husband's responsibility!

Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, sipped her soup, and subconsciously ignored the gloom in her heart.

Halfway through the meal, Jiang Yubai's phone, which was placed on the edge of the table, suddenly rang.

He glanced at the screen and whispered to Wen Ruan, "I'm going to answer a call."

"...Oh, okay." Wen Ruan nodded, but a slight thought stirred in her heart.

Why did he have to report to me specifically when he was just answering a phone call?

She watched him get up and leave the dining room before turning her gaze away and continuing to drink her soup.

As soon as she put down her soup bowl, Jiang Wanxing reached over, picked up the serving spoon, and ladled out another bowl for her.

"Ruan Ruan, this old duck soup is very nourishing. I see you're not eating much, so drink more soup."

After she finished, she refilled the old lady's bowl. Her every move was graceful and poised, just like the mistress of the Jiang family.

And Grandma Jiang tacitly approved.

"Thanks."

Wen Ruan thanked her softly, but her fingertips did not touch the bowl of freshly served soup.

Jiang Yubai, standing on the balcony, was on the phone while watching Wen Ruan.

"Has the trending topic been removed?"

"I've withdrawn. I wouldn't dare neglect your orders." The male voice on the other end of the phone was nonchalant. "When are you going to bring him out to meet us?"

"We'll see."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and returned to the living room.

He noticed at a glance that Wen Ruan was only eating white rice, and the dishes on the table were almost untouched, and he frowned slightly.

He then sat down, picked up the serving chopsticks, and silently put food into her dish.

Soon, her plates were piled up into a small mountain.

Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, then quickly spoke up to stop her, "That's enough, I can't eat too much, it will be a waste."

"You can feed it to A Diao." Jiang Yubai pursed his thin lips.

A Diao is a Tibetan Mastiff, and the only one in the old house who likes Wen Ruan.

Wen Ruan: "..."

Seeing her grandson being so attentive to Wen Ruan, the old lady put down her chopsticks in displeasure.

"Yu Bai, since you and Wan Xing plan to stay in the country, please take good care of her on a regular basis, and don't let others think that our Jiang family is heartless."

Her words carried the authoritative tone of an elder, leaving no room for argument.

Jiang Yubai took off his glasses and rubbed his temples. "Grandma, Wanxing has her own life and work, and I have my own family too."

The old lady immediately became unhappy upon hearing this.

"Wanxing and I grew up together. Our two families are like family. What's wrong with taking care of her a little more?"

Wen Ruan also didn't understand why Jiang Yubai would refuse.

Is it because she's there?!

"It's not appropriate," Jiang Yubai said calmly.

The old lady's face darkened further. Without further discussion, she directly ordered, "Your Uncle Li's birthday banquet is in two days. Take Wanxing with you then. She just returned to the country, so this is a good opportunity for her to show her face. It will make things easier for her in the future."

"I want to take Wen Ruan with me." Jiang Yubai's refusal was quite clear.

"It's settled then, Wanxing will go with you." The old lady clearly didn't want Wen Ruan to go with her.

So every word he uttered disregarded her.

Wen Ruan also knew that in the old lady's heart, she would never be as good as Jiang Wanxing.

Regardless of birth or family background.

"Grandma," Jiang Yubai's voice grew colder, "my wife is Wen Ruan."

The implication was that he should stop interfering with his relationship with Jiang Wanxing.

The old lady was furious at being disobeyed time and time again, and was about to reprimand her sternly.

Jiang Wanxing spoke first, her tone gentle: "Grandma, please don't make things difficult for Yu Bai. He has a wife now, and it's really inappropriate for him to bring me along."

"I'll go to the birthday banquet myself; I won't trouble them."

"You're just too sensible." The old lady patted her hand with heartache, her gaze towards Wen Ruan growing increasingly dissatisfied.

After dinner, everyone got up and left.

The old lady still wouldn't give up. "Yu Bai, Wan Xing lives far away. It's not safe for her to go home alone so late at night. Why don't you take her?"

"I'll have the driver take me."

"How can a driver compare to you?"

"Grandma, I haven't slept for two days." Jiang Yubai frowned, her eyes turning cold, but her words were very measured. "I have to go to a meeting at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs early tomorrow morning. I don't have much time to rest. It's safer for the driver to take me."

Upon hearing that he hadn't slept for two days, the old lady had no excuse to pressure him anymore.

Wen Ruan finally understood why Jiang Yubai had refused.

So he was worried that Jiang Wanxing might get into an accident while riding in his car. What about her?

Jiang Wanxing took the old lady's arm at the opportune moment and said in a soft, coquettish voice, "Grandma, I haven't talked to you in so long. I'll stay with you tonight, okay?"

The old lady was delighted. "Great! Wanxing is the most thoughtful. Someone, prepare a guest room for Wanxing."

"Yes, Madam," the maid replied respectfully.

Jiang Wanxing raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over Jiang Yubai. Her posture was poised, but a hint of barely perceptible resentment lingered in her eyes: "Yubai, it's getting late. You should go back and rest."

Jiang Yubai hummed in agreement.

Wen Ruan followed him out of the old house courtyard.

The temperature dropped sharply at night, and Wen Ruan, who was only wearing a thin knitted sweater, couldn't help but shiver.

The next moment, a black suit jacket was draped over her shoulders, carrying his cool, woody scent.

It smells good.

"I don't need it," Wen Ruan wanted to refuse.

"I'm hot."

Wen Ruan's long eyelashes were slightly closed.

Ok!

On the way home from the old house, the two did not speak a word.

As soon as the car door opened, before the lights were even turned on, the man's kiss landed on her.

Strong and domineering.

Wen Ruan was completely unable to cope.

Even the intensity of their lovemaking was greater than usual, wave after wave, until Wen Ruan was so exhausted that she barely had the strength to even shout.

But Jiang Yubai never seemed to tire.

It was an hour later when it was over.

Because they rarely saw each other, their married life wasn't very frequent, but every time it happened, it nearly killed her.

He seemed addicted to her body, and she went from being afraid at first to slowly accepting and enjoying it.

Seeing the three condoms in the trash can, Wen Ruan blushed and went to the bathroom outside before Jiang Yubai came out.

After washing up, she was about to return to her bedroom when she found Jiang Yubai sitting on the leather sofa playing on his phone.

He took off his gold-rimmed glasses, revealing eyes that were cold and dangerous without the lenses.

Hearing the sound, Jiang Yubai raised his head.

"you……"

"you……"

The two spoke at the same time, and then fell silent at the same time.

Finally, Jiang Yubai spoke first: "What do you want to ask?"

Wen Ruan pursed her lips and said softly, "Why haven't you mentioned being shot?"

She regretted asking as soon as the question left her mouth.

She seems to have surpassed expectations.