Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Jiang Yyan didn’t want to be presumptuous and think that Wen Mochuan, who used to dislike the original body so much, would suddenly fall in love with her after she had only been the original body for a little over a month.

The reason he was nice to her before was probably because her words and actions didn’t repel him.

This made Jiang Yyan feel relieved. It saved her from the ambiguity and entanglement, which would waste both energy and time.

In her view, making money was definitely more enjoyable than pursuing a man.

Now that the word "divorce" had been spoken, Jiang Yyan felt less burdened. She waited at home for another day for Wen Mochuan, but seeing that he still didn’t mention it when he came home from work at night, Jiang Yyan brought it up herself.

Of course, Jiang Yyan didn’t bring it up in front of their daughter or Feng Ma; she waited for an opportunity to talk to Wen Mochuan alone.

"Xie Mingfeng must have told you, right?" Jiang Yyan said straightforwardly.

Wen Mochuan wasn’t surprised. He knew that if he didn’t bring it up, his wife would eventually do so. Since she could deliberately reveal this information to Miss Yun, it meant she had thought it through.

Wen Mochuan valued family deeply. Even though the previous Jiang Yyan had acted poorly, he never considered divorcing her, as he wanted to provide a complete family for their daughter.

Moreover, his wife was now much more reasonable compared to before. Whether it was the relationship between husband and wife or mother and daughter, everything was more harmonious and warm.

With everything moving in a positive direction, Wen Mochuan was even more unwilling to divorce.

However, his wishes were just one aspect; he also had to consider his wife’s feelings.

So, he wanted to know why she suddenly wanted a divorce.

"Yyan, can we talk about this?" Wen Mochuan said seriously.

Jiang Yyan also felt that a serious conversation was necessary, so she immediately agreed.

"Where should we talk?" she asked.

"Come to my study." After saying this, Wen Mochuan turned and went upstairs.

Seeing this, Jiang Yyan followed closely behind.

Before, they had talked, but not to this extent. Their previous conversations were superficial.

This time, regardless of what his wife thought, Wen Mochuan wanted to have a deep and open-hearted conversation.

After entering the study, Wen Mochuan asked his wife to sit down.

Jiang Yyan didn’t hesitate and sat down on his luxurious leather sofa. At that moment, she felt relaxed.

In contrast, Wen Mochuan seemed somewhat uneasy.

He couldn’t understand how someone could change so drastically. Moreover, the sudden shift in her attitude puzzled him. If there was no reason behind it, Wen Mochuan wouldn’t believe it.

Over the years, he had never neglected her materially. Emotionally... perhaps their efforts weren’t equal, but he hadn’t neglected her either.

Perhaps from the beginning, their marriage wasn’t based on love but responsibility. So, while he tried to meet her needs, he couldn’t do more.

Thinking back, it was ironic. When she tried hard to get his attention, he couldn’t give her more than friendship. Now that she was calm and indifferent, he found himself gradually caring more.

Suddenly, he remembered a phrase he occasionally heard at work—this is being cheap.

Wen Mochuan gave a helpless smile, wondering if he was being cheap.

After a brief internal laugh, Wen Mochuan looked at her.

Jiang Yyan stared straight back, unafraid. Seeing that he finally met her gaze, she smiled calmly and asked, "What do you want to talk about?"

Faced with his wife’s candid and slightly provocative attitude, Wen Mochuan felt a twinge of discomfort. But he quickly adjusted his mood and focused on the issue at hand.

"Since you mentioned ‘divorce,’ I assume you’ve thought it through. Have you considered what will happen to Meimei if we really divorce? What will your father think? His health hasn’t been good these past few years."

Jiang Yyan didn’t want to hurt anyone, neither Meimei nor her father. So, Wen Mochuan’s words made her pause.

But Jiang Yyan wasn’t foolish. Compared to her lifelong happiness and freedom, these concerns seemed insignificant.

"I know that Meimei will be pitiful after the divorce, and my father will be furious. But I can’t only consider them and not myself. Honestly, I’m tired of these years. I believe you are too. Now that Shu Yao has returned, I’m willing to step aside and let everything return to its original state."

She spoke with such indifference, but Wen Mochuan’s face grew increasingly grim.

Clearly, he was displeased with Jiang Yyan’s words. Even a hint of anger showed in his eyes.

Let everything return to its original state... it sounded easy, but was it possible?

If everything could go back to the way it was before, he wouldn’t have chosen to marry her years ago.

His relationship with Shu Yao was long over. Why did she need to bring it up now?

After speaking, Jiang Yyan realized she might have said something wrong. Seeing Wen Mochuan’s expression, she felt awkward.

Although she genuinely believed that Shu Yao, being unmarried, could rekindle her relationship with Wen Mochuan if he became single again, she doubted it would happen given Wen Mochuan’s character.

Even if Shu Yao had given up becoming a university teacher and missed meeting the male lead, they couldn’t easily reunite.

Wen Mochuan wasn’t a promiscuous man; he wouldn’t do something like sleeping with one person while thinking of another. Nor would he remarry someone else right after a divorce.

So, Jiang Yyan added, "Mochuan, I don’t know about other things, but in this matter, I am sorry to you." She didn’t mention whether she was sorry to Shu Yao, but she was definitely sorry to Wen Mochuan.

In the conflict between the original body and Shu Yao’s mother, Wen Mochuan was clearly the victim.

Wen Mochuan didn’t say much more and didn’t hold past grievances against her. After a moment of silence to compose himself, he continued, "That’s all in the past. There’s no need to bring it up again. Shu Yao and I missed our chance, and we won’t be together in this life. Everyone has their own responsibilities, and I will fulfill mine. Yyan, I hope you reconsider. If you still feel the same after some time, I will respect your decision."

Wen Mochuan wasn’t saying this insincerely; he truly believed it. Regardless of how bad Jiang Yyan might be, she was still Meimei’s mother, and she had endured hardship giving birth to Meimei.

Just based on this, Wen Mochuan wouldn't wrong her and become that kind of heartless person.

Wen Mochuan spoke with sincerity, so Jiang Yyan couldn’t stubbornly insist on her own way. Divorce is a matter that can be big or small, and indeed it needs to be handled with utmost caution.

Since Wen Mochuan had a cooperative attitude, Jiang Yyan decided to be sincere as well, saying, "Alright, I agree."

Wen Mochuan’s lips moved slightly, but ultimately he said nothing more.

Seeing that he wasn’t speaking, Jiang Yyan smiled, "Then... I’ll go now?"

Wen Mochuan nodded in agreement.

After Jiang Yyan left his study, Wen Mochuan somehow produced a cigarette from somewhere. His slender fingers opened the cigarette case, about to take one out, but then suddenly paused.

He then gave a self-deprecating smile, closed the cigarette case again, and put it back where it was.

Suddenly, Xie Mingfeng’s carefree words echoed in his ears: "If you like someone, just go after them. Adult love should be bold and direct."

Xie Mingfeng had been in a few relationships and did have some experience. Although Lord Xie’s romantic experiences might not be entirely reliable, taking the good parts and discarding the bad could still be useful, right?

.

Jiang Yyan wasn’t as conflicted as Wen Mochuan. After expressing what she wanted to say, she felt a great sense of relief.

Once she returned downstairs, she immediately took out her phone and contacted Yu Wenlai.

With her emotional matters settled, it was natural to start focusing on work.

Moreover, after putting down the burden in her heart, she felt lighter and more enthusiastic about work.

Yu Wenlai responded almost instantly: "Are you feeling better? Don’t worry about work; take a few more days off if needed. I can manage alone."

Jiang Yyan quickly replied, "No, no, no, I’m already rested enough, no need for more rest." The fear of being replaceable at work made her very nervous when she saw Yu Wenlai’s statement, "I can manage alone."

From the text, she sensed that Jiang Yyan’s state was different from before, indicating she was in a better mood, which made Yu Wenlai smile.

Yu Wenlai said, "If that’s the case, then you’re welcome to come back anytime."

Indeed, Jiang Yyan was in a much better mood, and her tone in the conversation was no longer stiff. They chatted a bit more about other things, enjoying their conversation.

Wen Mochuan slowly descended the stairs, seemingly calm, but he observed every move and expression of Jiang Yyan closely.

After coming downstairs, he silently sat down nearby, acting as if nothing had happened. Though they weren’t sitting very close, there was no room for another person between them.

Jiang Yyan felt a bit awkward about his sudden closeness, so she hurriedly ended her chat with Yu Wenlai and put down her phone.

But Wen Mochuan merely sat there, making no further moves.

After sitting down, Wen Mochuan also took out his phone and started working, seemingly dealing with work-related matters.

Seeing this, Jiang Yyan blinked and decided to help Feng Ma in the kitchen.

"Feng Ma, is dinner ready? I’ll help you," Jiang Yyan said as she headed towards the kitchen.

After she left, Wen Mochuan instinctively looked at her back.

In the kitchen, Feng Ma smiled and said, "Dinner will be ready soon, just one more dish to cook. No need for your help; go sit and rest."

Jiang Yyan actually couldn’t help much; she was just passing time.

"Feng Ma, teach me how to cook," Jiang Yyan said.

Feng Ma asked, "Madam wants to learn cooking?" She seemed surprised, "Is it because you think the food cooked by me and Fang Fang isn’t good enough?" Feng Ma had worked here for several years, always stable and content with her job. If possible, she wished to continue working here.

So, when Jiang Yyan said she wanted to learn cooking, she felt a little worried.

However, Jiang Yyan smiled, "It’s about self-reliance. I might not cook often in the future, but I need to know how." She said this deliberately for Wen Mochuan to hear, and sure enough, Wen Mochuan, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room, turned to look over.