After her ninth miscarriage, she finally let her scumbag husband and her beloved get together.

Xu Chuxue stared intently at Cen Shichuan, her hands clenched into fists with nervousness.

But Cen Shichuan remained indifferent, saying nothing and not even glancing at Xu Chuxue.

Lu Jiu, who was beside him, silently stepped forward, seemingly holding something in his hand.

Xu Wantang immediately realized that Lu Jiu was about to make a move.

Trying to change the subject?

She made the first move.

Xu Wantang suddenly burst into tears, interrupting Lu Jiu's actions.

"Third Young Master, what exactly do you want me to do to satisfy you? Do you really want me to pay for my sister's life?"

"Fine! I'll pay with my life!"

After saying that, she ran towards the glass window.

Although it was only on the second floor and she would most likely survive jumping, she still needed to dance and absolutely could not allow herself to get hurt.

So she specifically chose a glass window with the most viewers.

Before she could jump, the audience would stop her.

At least her suicidal attitude in order to get a divorce is evident.

But there are also times when mistakes are made.

There were too many spectators who were afraid of causing a fatality, and no one knows who tripped her.

Xu Wantang stumbled, completely losing control of her body, and fell straight out of the window.

Just when she thought she was going to die, a hand pulled her back.

Xu Wantang stumbled into the man's arms, and before she could regain her balance, a deep voice sounded above her head.

"To die for him?"

Breath, mingled with the scent of sandalwood, fell long and deep, carrying a hint of unseen danger.

Xu Wantang's heart skipped a beat. She slightly raised her eyelids and met a gaze that was deep, cold, and obscure.

Cen Yuan looked at her and reminded her indifferently, "If you die, you'll become his deceased wife."

bah bah bah!

Xu Wantang pouted and muttered, "Who wants to be his deceased wife? I only want to be his ex-wife."

Cen Yuan's eyes flickered slightly.

cough.

Lin Yue coughed lightly behind him as a reminder.

Shouldn't you two consider the occasion?

What kind of behavior is this!

Xu Wantang then realized that everyone was looking in their direction, or more precisely, at Cen Yuan.

Everyone looked at them with awe and humility; no one dared to have any wild thoughts.

It was as if the man standing before her was a god.

To some extent, Cen Yuan is indeed one.

Xu Wantang quickly stood up straight, only to find that her hair was being pulled and hurting from behind.

"Ouch~ That hurts." She clutched her head.

"Don't move."

As soon as she finished speaking, a string of blood-red Buddhist beads quietly appeared in Xu Wantang's hand, wrapped around her long hair.

Round and round it goes, getting tighter and tighter.

Her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

"Please take this."

A steady melody swept over Xu Wantang's head.

The next second, Cen Yuan walked up to Cen Shichuan.

"The last time."

These four short words are no different from slapping Cen Shichuan.

Cen Shichuan clenched his fists tightly on the armrests of his wheelchair, but his expression remained indifferent.

"Second brother's appearance was just in time; I would have thought you'd been waiting outside the whole time."

Cen Yuan glanced at him, completely ignoring his question: "So?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Wantang was stunned.

Did she mishear?

That sounds like... so what?

Even Cen Shichuan's jaw tightened and he gritted his teeth slightly upon hearing this.

At this moment, Lu Jiu stepped forward, holding his phone.

"Third Young Master, the Old Master wants you to go back."

Judging from Lu Jiu's expression, Old Master Cen must be very angry.

Cen Shichuan frowned and wheeled his wheelchair closer to Cen Yuan: "Second brother, please go first."

His tone subtly suggested a competitive spirit.

It seemed that if Cen Yuan didn't leave, he wouldn't leave either.

Cen Yuan didn't say anything, just glanced at him, and walked straight outside.

The crowd then got up and dispersed.

Xu Wantang then realized what was happening and quickly followed.

Are we just going to ignore her?

Wasn't this her exclusive interview?

Xu Wantang untied the Buddhist prayer beads wrapped around her hair and casually stuffed them into her pocket.

She originally wanted to follow Xu Chuxue, but Xu Chuxue had bodyguards around her, and she would be discovered as soon as she got close.

She had no choice but to give up, since they would meet again soon anyway.

By the time she walked out, Cen Yuan and Cen Shichuan had already left.

She hurried to the road to hail a taxi, but after waiting for a long time, no driver accepted her fare.

Just as she was about to cross the street, a car stopped in front of her.

The car window rolled down, revealing Lin Yue's smile.

"Third Young Madam, please get in the car. It's hard to get a taxi here."

"Thanks."

As Xu Wantang got into the car, she reminded him, "Assistant Lin, you can just call me by my name. I'm no longer the Third Young Master's wife."

Lin Yue thought she was naive and sighed softly, "You don't think this is the end, do you?"

Xu Wantang's hand, which was fastening the seatbelt, froze, and she looked at Lin Yue in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

Do you know how many women have actually divorced from the Cen family?

"..."

Xu Wantang thought about it carefully, and even searched through the years in which she had precognitive dreams.

She was surprised to discover that many members of the Cen family had remarried or even thrice after losing their wives.

Thinking about it, Xu Wantang's face turned pale, and she understood Lin Yue's words.

The Cen family would rather lose their wife than let Cen Shichuan divorce in such a humiliating way.

Even if her marriage with Cen Shichuan was a sham, it wouldn't work.

Lin Yue turned the steering wheel and said seemingly casually, "Too much of a good thing can lead to a bad one."

Xu Wantang paused, her hands twisting together in anxiety, and then suddenly understood.

She has completely dealt with Zhao Chengfeng, and Cen Shichuan's credibility has also been affected, almost saying goodbye to the situation where he was oppressed everywhere in the past.

Even if she tries to get a divorce in one fell swoop, the Cen family will not let her off the hook.

She looked at Lin Yue: "Thank you, Assistant Lin."

"No need to thank me, you should thank me..." Lin Yue raised an eyebrow meaningfully.

Cen Yuan.

No wonder Lin Yue appeared in front of her so coincidentally.

Xu Wantang's mind was filled with images of the man's aloof demeanor, and she inexplicably longed to see him soon.

It was all for nothing that she went to such lengths to play the scheming woman and win favor.

……

Cen Residence.

As soon as Xu Wantang entered, she saw familiar faces and familiar gazes.

The air pressure was frighteningly low.

It seems that this interview incident has affected the entire Cen family.

Xu Wantang slowly stepped forward.

She had only taken two steps when Old Master Cen angrily smashed a cup at her.

However, she was prepared this time.

After dodging to the side, before Old Master Cen could even yell at her, she collapsed to the ground and began to weep.

"Grandpa, don't be angry with Third Young Master. If you have to blame someone, blame Zhao Chengfeng for deceiving Third Young Master and framing me. I don't believe Third Young Master would do this to me on purpose."

This tone is no different from someone who's head over heels in love.

Cen Shichuan scoffed, as if mocking Xu Wantang's wishful thinking.

But even he himself didn't realize that when he heard Xu Wantang say those words, his tightly furrowed brows relaxed.

His clenched fist loosened, and even his sneer turned slightly upward.

However, Xu Wantang didn't realize that all she could think about now was trying to act well.

Old Master Cen withdrew his rebuke and retorted, "Then why did you bring up divorce in public?"

Xu Wantang cried with tears streaming down her face, clutching her chest as she said, "I had no choice. I could only use the excuse of wanting to preserve the relationship between the Third Young Master and my sister to propose a divorce, so that everyone would shift their attention from the framing to me."

"I'm also worried that this matter will affect the ancestral worship!"

She sobbed, offering a perfectly watertight explanation.

He protected the Cen family, protected Cen Shichuan, and even took the blame for public opinion.

Grandpa Cen stared at her, half believing and half doubting: "Since that's the case, this matter was caused by you after all. Go kneel in the Buddhist hall for one night."

"Yes."

Xu Wantang lowered his head, appearing humble, but a cold smile played on his lips.

Why did it all start with her? It's just that he was afraid his elders would scold Cen Shichuan, so he took his anger out on her.

She moved her lips, silently cursing.

Suddenly, a gaze fell upon the person in the seat of honor.

Peeking over, I saw Cen Yuan calmly sipping his tea, his eyes glancing up almost imperceptibly through the thin steam rising from the cup.

Xu Wantang pursed her lips, wondering if he had seen it.

How can she still play the role of a scheming woman?