Chapter 41: A Little Revenge

“Lan Sheng, you’re too willful.” Fan Xia gently yet coldly brushed away Wen Lan Sheng’s hand, expressing disappointment in front of Wen Ming Yue and Xie Cen.

“I work outside to earn money, almost on call 24 hours a day, with no rest all year, just so we can live better in the future. Before marriage, I could tolerate your willfulness. But now that you’ve become my husband, I don’t want you to still be like a little boy, needing me to coax and take care of you all the time. I need a virtuous and considerate husband, not a complaining and unreasonable one.”

Fan Xia’s gaze was cold. Those eyes that once looked at him full of intoxicating warmth now held only endless disappointment and impatience.

Wen Lan Sheng weakly knelt on the ground.

Seeing Fan Xia slam the door as she left, Xie Cen pointed at Wen Lan Sheng’s nose and scolded, “Look what you’ve done! Now you’ve made Fan Xia angry and leave. Are you satisfied?”

Wen Lan Sheng knelt on the ground, tears still in his eyes, his bloodless lips trembling as he mumbled, “I didn’t mean to… I didn’t mean to… I didn’t think she would be so angry with me, she’s never treated me like this before…”

Xie Cen shot him a fierce glare and said, “Do you still think it’s like when you were lovey-dovey in college? What’s Fan Xia’s status now? She’s the assistant to the chairman of Shanhai Group, mingling in high-end places every day, meeting people not of our class. And you? You’re just a man living off her!”

“A man is most valuable when he’s in his teens and twenties, before marriage. Once married, a man loses his value, don’t you know? You don’t know how to please Fan Xia, and you even throw tantrums at her. I really don’t know what’s going on in your head!”

But Wen Lan Sheng remained unmoved, as if still immersed in the icy gaze Fan Xia had given him earlier. That feeling was more terrifying than suffocation, as if they had returned to middle school, when Fan Xia hadn’t yet developed feelings for him.

Back then, to please the fallen her, he would secretly buy milk and bread from the school store every day and place them on her desk. He thought she would be touched and accept them, but she threw them into the trash without hesitation.

Later, when he tried to bring her breakfast again, she discovered him. Knowing his efforts, she still showed not a bit of emotion, instead tearing open the milk carton and pouring it over his head in front of the entire class.

The whole class burst into laughter, and he felt as if he was being publicly executed.

But even so, he still deeply loved Fan Xia. She was the person he had admired since childhood. What was a little humiliation? He was even willing to cut out his heart for her.

After more than ten years, he had finally warmed Fan Xia’s heart and entered the long-dreamed-of marriage with her. But in an instant, he seemed to have returned to the past. The huge gap was about to crush him, and the unbearable blow left his mind blank.

“You…” Xie Cen gritted his teeth and poked Wen Lan Sheng’s forehead hard, dragging him into the bedroom and saying, “Has your brain really gone bad? She’s only fooling around with that mistress during the day now. If you make her angry and leave, she might spend the night at the mistress’s place. On your wedding night, you can’t even keep your wife-master. How do you expect to keep her in the future?”

At the mention of the mistress, Wen Lan Sheng’s heart trembled chaotically. He looked up at Xie Cen in panic, pleading, “Dad, what should I do?”

“What else can you do?” Xie Cen was so angry he wanted to slap Wen Lan Sheng’s face. “While Fan Xia hasn’t gone far, hurry up and chase after her!”

“Right, right, I need to go after her. Can’t let that bastard Rong Xiu succeed…” Wen Lan Sheng seemed to have just awakened from a dream and ran out like a madman.

But it was too late. Fan Xia had already entered the elevator. Watching the floor numbers on the display screen descend one by one, Wen Lan Sheng stumbled down the stairs. His house slippers were very inconvenient for running. Wen Lan Sheng’s foot slipped, and he rolled down the stairs, hitting his head on the wall. His vision blurred, but he forced himself to stand up, took off his shoes, and ran down regardless, not daring to waste a moment.

He feared that if he was a step late, Fan Xia would once again be lying in another man’s bed.

“Hey, watch out! Don’t you have eyes?” On the first floor stairwell, a man waiting for the elevator was bumped by Wen Lan Sheng and complained dissatisfied.

Wen Lan Sheng had no time to apologize and ran out barefoot, because he saw a familiar car driving past him. The person inside had a side profile that was extremely beautiful yet aloof, like a poisonous flower. Even knowing that getting close would tear one’s heart to pieces, one still couldn’t help but approach, even at the cost of one’s life.

He rushed in front of the car.

Fan Xia slammed on the brakes, the front of the car stopping just millimeters from his knees.

Wen Lan Sheng’s short hair was disheveled, and wet bloodstains flowed down his face in a crooked line of blood, vivid and eye-catching.

“Are you crazy? Do you know I almost hit you!” Fan Xia got out of the car, her tone angry, holding his hand and looking him up and down. “Did you get hurt? Why is there so much blood on your head?”

“Xia Xia,” Wen Lan Sheng’s voice was dry and hoarse, his dark eyes washed bright by tears. Tears rolled down from his eyes. Fortunately, she still cared about him in her heart; those earlier feelings were indeed just an illusion.

She still loved him, just momentarily seduced by that bastard Rong Xiu, temporarily bewitched, but her heart still cared for him.

Otherwise, why would she be so anxiously concerned about him?

“Xia Xia, I’m in so much pain. Will you hug me?” Wen Lan Sheng’s voice was very thin and weak, like a thread about to break. He slowly hugged her with a force that seemed to want to meld his body into hers.

“……” Fan Xia didn’t speak, her familiar faint fragrance embracing him.

Teardrops fell, and in his tear-glistening eyes, Wen Lan Sheng’s lips carried the joy of recovering something lost.

“I know I was wrong. I was just too anxious and spoke without thinking. Xia Xia, you can punish me however you want, just don’t leave me, okay?” Wen Lan Sheng apologized, his dark bright eyes staring at her intently, trying to discern her reaction.

Fan Xia’s tightly furrowed brows showed a slight relaxation.

He felt relieved in his heart.

Fan Xia’s tone was calm with a hint of helplessness: “I used to indulge you in everything because I loved you, but you can’t just spread rumors about a man. You know this is a devastating blow to a man.”

“I understand. I definitely won’t say it again. I was wrong.” Wen Lan Sheng poked his head out from her embrace. Even if there were more grievances in his heart, he dared not say anything now. Compared to that bastard Rong Xiu, he was more afraid of Fan Xia’s indifference.

Fan Xia let out a light sigh and took his hand: “I originally wanted to teach you a lesson, to make you learn. But seeing you covered in blood like this…”

Fan Xia’s eyes held pain: “Let’s go back.”

“Okay.” Wen Lan Sheng said excitedly, his eyes still moist with tears.

She held Wen Lan Sheng’s hand and slowly walked towards the apartment building. Although Wen Lan Sheng’s hands often cooked and washed dishes, because he frequently went to beauty salons, they were even more delicate than the pampered Rong Xiu’s.

Rong Xiu’s hands had some thin calluses on the fingertips from often writing, but his fingers were long and slightly cold, his skin like a piece of finest cold jade. Compared to the overly soft Wen Lan Sheng, she preferred Rong Xiu’s hands.

Thinking of Rong Xiu, the image of those eyes filled with desire and secrets instantly appeared in her mind, along with his moth-to-flame-like eagerness to be her weapon. Fan Xia smiled lightly.

To stimulate Wen Lan Sheng, Rong Xiu was indeed the best weapon.

As expected of a shrewd and experienced businessman, his self-positioning was precise and ruthless, making it impossible for her to refuse.

The kiss marks on her neck, the dog paw prints trampled on the wedding dress, and his lingering scent, each like a knife stabbing Wen Lan Sheng’s fragile nerves, stimulating him to hysterics like a madman.

But this wasn’t enough.

In the elevator with just the two of them, Fan Xia’s fingertips gently wiped away the blood on Wen Lan Sheng’s cheek, saying casually, “I know you’ve always had issues with Rong Xiu, but he’s my direct superior. You’re not allowed to give him the cold shoulder anymore, understand?”

Wen Lan Sheng remained silent for a while. From his angle, he could clearly see the kiss marks left on her neck, Rong Xiu’s smug medal of honor.

He was clearly the mistress, yet Wen Lan Sheng had to be respectful to this mistress. But if he didn’t obey, he would lose Fan Xia.

“…I understand.” Wen Lan Sheng retreated step by step, his arms embracing her tighter, as if only this way could he reassure himself that he was Fan Xia’s man.

The corners of Fan Xia’s lips curved up slightly, her eyes filled with deep amusement. She continued, “Also, because of my work, I often have to work overtime, sometimes even staying up all night, sleeping at the company is common. Don’t call me too frequently. You called so many times during the day, Rong Xiu already has issues with you.”

“I called you, what right does he have to—”

“Hmm?” Fan Xia’s gaze froze for a moment.

Wen Lan Sheng gritted his teeth, carefully trying to please her: “I understand.”

The clear, cold moonlight fell on Fan Xia’s shoulders, her smile thinner than the moonlight.

It was clearly her who cheated, her who deliberately stood him up at the wedding, yet the one apologizing and saying sorry over and over was Wen Lan Sheng.

She almost laughed out loud, lifting Wen Lan Sheng’s chin, looking at his swollen eyes, her eyes filled with amusement: “That’s more like it. I really don’t know why you always have prejudice against Rong Xiu. Isn’t it good to coexist peacefully?”

Coexist peacefully?

Blood dripped from Wen Lan Sheng’s palms. How could the original partner and the mistress coexist peacefully?

He had already compromised so much, yet Rong Xiu kept pressing forward, stealing his wife-master at the wedding. If he was truly naive enough to think he could coexist peacefully with that shameless mistress Rong Xiu, it wouldn’t be long before the three of them would be lying in the same bed.

Later, with Rong Xiu’s wealth and power, he would eventually push him out of the position of the original partner and take the position for himself!

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*Spotlight on Finished Novel Translations*

Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation (Female-dominant)

One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.

Synopsis:

To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.

But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.

He even had his eyes on another woman.

It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.

Su Mu expressed her disdain.

This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.

She also wanted to embrace Xie Yi, who had silently stayed by her side in her previous life and committed suicide by taking poison after her death.

Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.

Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.

“Let’s divorce!”

—–

Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.

Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?

But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.

Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.

Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.

In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.

Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”

Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.

He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”

[Reading Guide]

1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.

2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.

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