Mr. Shen, your love-struck wife doesn't want you anymore!

The bedroom was eerily quiet.

Shen Chengyan pursed his thin lips for a moment before speaking, his voice a cool, deep tone: "Did you put that pile of garbage downstairs there?"

"It's a trick."

"Go and clean it up."

Jiang Yu felt a deep sadness: "Why do you say that so matter-of-factly?"

"You know I can't stand a dirty house."

Jiang Yu suddenly became furious: "Fine, chop off your hands and feet, and I'll reluctantly accept it out of consideration for the disabled."

A hint of doubt and confusion appeared in Shen Chengyan's eyes.

Is this the obedient, loving, and devoted wife who respects him, worships him, and considers him her everything, and who doesn't even utter a single swear word?

Is she still asleep?

Or have they lost their mind?

Shen Chengyan pressed his temples, not wanting to waste energy on such a trivial matter: "I'll just assume you're still half asleep. Go and take out the trash when you're fully awake. You know I'm a germaphobe."

Jiang Yu scoffed, "If you're a germaphobe, why go to such lengths? I don't think you're that clean yourself."

Shen Chengyan turned around: "What did you say?"

I said I was a little sleepy.

Jiang Yu raised his middle finger and rubbed his eyes.

"..." Shen Chengyan looked at her quietly for a moment, then turned and left.

He went to the study, sat down at his desk, and turned on his computer to start working.

These kinds of minor squabbles have happened before.

Five years of marriage have brought some friction.

But after each minor argument, Jiang Yu would humble herself and take the initiative to apologize and make amends.

This time will be no exception.

He thought that in half an hour at most, she would knock on his study door with a warm cup of tea that she had personally brewed.

She looked at him pitifully and said, "Honey, I'm sorry. I was being unreasonable and shouldn't have argued with you. Please don't be angry."

He was waiting for her to show weakness.

But one, two, three, four hours later.

The study door remained tightly closed.

"..."

Shen Chengyan fell silent.

Everything is wrong today.

**

The next day, Shen Chengyan got off the treadmill, drenched in sweat, and took a shower at only eight o'clock in the morning.

As he went downstairs, he heard the sound of running water coming from the kitchen.

The familiar sounds pleased him.

As usual, after he finished exercising and came downstairs, Jiang Yu was already in the kitchen washing and preparing a hearty and nutritious breakfast for him.

After he finishes breakfast, she will tie his tie, then squat down to help him change into his leather shoes, and gently see him off at the door.

Over the years, he had grown accustomed to Jiang Yu's care and these unchanging routines.

As long as she can return to normal, he can pretend that the strange things that happened last night never happened.

However, once he stepped into the living room, his relaxed nerves tensed up again.

That damn garbage still hasn't been dealt with.

It faintly emitted a foul stench.

In the kitchen, Jiang Yu was wearing a set of pajamas, her hair was messy and tied on top of her head, her body was leaning against the counter, her bare feet were on the floor, her right heel was against her left ankle, and one pant leg was rolled up, revealing a small part of her fair skin.

She had a spoon in her mouth and a tub of ice cream next to her.

She had already eaten half of the ice cream.

She hummed a song happily.

At this moment, Shen Chengyan felt that she wasn't just out of her mind, but had been possessed by an evil spirit.

Jiang Yu is extremely strict with himself, and he keeps track of his daily calorie intake down to the gram.

She once said that it takes her twenty minutes to run to get a bite of ice cream. Maintaining a good figure is not easy, and she would not torture herself for a little bit of food.

So who is this woman eating high-calorie ice cream?

And who ate that pile of junk food in the living room?

As Shen Chengyan gazed at her silently, Jiang Yu, who was in the kitchen, also noticed him.

The two stared at each other for a few seconds. Jiang Yu calmly looked away, washed the spoon, and put the ice cream back in the freezer.

Shen Chengyan frowned slightly and asked as usual, "Is breakfast ready?"

Jiang Yu didn't give him her usual sweet smile. Instead, she ran over, hooked her arms around his neck, opened her big, innocent eyes, and fluttered her thick, curled eyelashes, saying, "Everything's ready! Just waiting for you to come and eat, honey~"

She stood by the sink, washing the ingredients.

It was as if he hadn't heard him.

It was as if he didn't exist.

Shen Chengyan's expression had already turned somewhat unpleasant: "I'm talking to you, are you deaf?"

Jiang Yu then glanced at him sideways and said, "Can't you make your own breakfast if you want to? Am I your mother or your father? You expect me to do everything for you. Do you expect me to feed you?"

Shen Chengyan was clearly taken aback.

Jiang Yu knew he wasn't used to this side of her; after all, she used to be a love-struck, spoiled wife.

A loving wife would never treat her beloved husband with such arrogance.

Shen Chengyan remained silent for a while, and when he spoke again, there was a clear hint of irritation in his voice: "Tell me the reason for your abnormal behavior."

Jiang Yu, head down, chopped tomatoes: "I want a divorce."

Shen Chengyan let out a cold laugh: "How many times has this happened?"

Jiang Yu almost stabbed the knife tip into the cutting board.

Yes.

This is not the first time she has filed for divorce.

Which couple or lovers haven't talked about divorce or broken up during arguments?

She is no exception.

In recent years, because of Hu Youyue and the Shen family, when Jiang Yu and he had disputes, he would shout "divorce, divorce!" when he got angry.

But each time he would just give me a gift to get rid of me.

Besides, she didn't really want a divorce before.

Shen Chengyan seemed to have completely lost his patience: "What exactly is the reason? I'm only giving you this one chance to explain clearly."

Jiang Yu mimicked his deadpan expression and sneered, "Fine, then I'll make this clear to you: I want Hu Youyue to get out of the Shen family, I want my son to stop calling her godmother, and I want your mother, your brother, and everyone in the Shen family to kowtow and apologize to me."

Shen Chengyan stared at her calmly for a long while: "When did you go crazy?"

"I only regret that I went crazy too late."

"So you left that comment for Youyue yesterday because you were jealous of her? Jiang Yu, you said you weren't a jealous person."

Jiang Yu really wanted to stab him to death: "Who would admit to being a jealous person? Would you admit to being short and quick?"

Shen Chengyan: "..."

Shen Chengyan simply did not believe that Jiang Yu wanted a divorce.

He knew her too well; she was just trying to cause trouble and make a scene to achieve her own goals.

It's not like she hasn't done it before.

So he calmly asked, "What do you want this time? A limited edition Hermès bag? One or two?"

"You think you can get rid of me with just two shabby bags? Do you think I'm some kind of cheap person?"

"So what do you want?"

"I told you I wanted a divorce."

Shen Chengyan looked at her and smiled: "Count for yourself, how many times have you said you wanted a divorce?"

"This time it's for real."

"When have you ever not meant it?"

Jiang Yu retorted angrily, "Why can't you understand human language! I said this time it's for real, do you think I'm joking with you! Do you think you can just send me some gifts like before to get rid of me!"

Shen Chengyan raised an eyebrow: "So you're upset that I haven't given you a gift lately?"

When anger reaches a certain level, a person becomes very calm.

Jiang Yu suddenly found it ridiculous.

I didn't argue with him any further.

She looked at him calmly: "Whatever I want, will you give it to me?"

Shen Chengyan's lips twitched slightly, and his eyes revealed the meaning that he had indeed guessed correctly.

The man gave an arrogant laugh. "Speak, what do you want?"

Jiang Yu: "I want 51% of your company's shares."

Shen Chengyan: "..."

What does 51% of the shares mean?

It is absolute controlling stake.

Jiang Yu sneered, "What, you can't bear to part with it? Then why are you pretending?"

Shen Chengyan smirked: "You really dare to ask for it."

Jiang Yu rolled her eyes at him: "Didn't you ask me what I wanted? If you can't give it to me, don't pretend."

Shen Chengyan's temple throbbed: "..."

He felt there was no need to communicate with her anymore.

She's acting very strangely today.

He turned and left the kitchen.

As they passed through the living room, the pungent smell of the pile of garbage hit them right at them. Shen Chengyan tried to hold back, but couldn't help but say, "Be a little cleaner. You and that pile of garbage are practically infested with maggots."

Jiang Yu: "?"

That's fucking insane.

You're the maggot.