13: Chapter 13 Handsome and Wealthy 13: Chapter 13 Handsome and Wealthy Jiang Feng was petrified.
Did he just experience an auditory hallucination?
Master actually said the words “I’m sorry.”
In all these years, he had never heard these words come from Master’s mouth.
Mainly because no one had the ability to make Master utter these words.
Su He had just slightly frowned when she heard him say again: “Come home with me, whatever you want, I will agree to.”
She reacted quickly, about to speak, but the man was faster, quickly adding, “Except for divorce!”
“I don’t want anything, I just want to go back and rest, I’m tired,” she said.
The man frowned slightly upon hearing her say she was tired.
It seemed like a compromise when he said, “Since you don’t want to go back to Moon Gift Villa, then I will go with you to Pear Garden Pavilion just the same.”
It was almost the moment Jiang Yan’s words had dropped, Su He immediately refused.
Jiang Yan wasn’t annoyed, and quickly presented a choice: “Then choose between going with me to Moon Gift Villa or not.”
“Are you investigating me?” Su He looked at him and asked.
The man wasn’t guilty at all, “It’s not called investigating, it’s understanding one’s wife, we are legally married.”
Every time this wretched man used the word “legal” to block her, she really had no retort.
Didn’t see him for four years, what is he understanding now?
Moreover, he already has Tang Sirou, why isn’t he looking for his own first love, what’s he doing lingering around her?
For the first time in history, Su He felt like she was being led by the nose, and she couldn’t even resist.
If it weren’t for that brat Su Yimo suddenly returning to the country, she wouldn’t be so passive.
Don’t they say the son is the father’s nemesis?
Why is it always her son putting her in difficult situations?
At this moment, the little kid Su Yimo at Pear Garden Pavilion was sitting on the couch sneezing repeatedly.
Su He silently picked up her phone and sent a message to Su Zhimian:
[I won’t be returning to Pear Garden Pavilion today, he has also returned to the country]
The “he” here, of course, referred to Jiang Yan, and Su Zhimian was one of the few people who knew about Su Yimo’s identity.
Su Zhimian understood her meaning instantly after reading the message.
“Little guy,” he turned his head to look at Su Yimo next to him who was gnawing on bread and said, “Your mom can’t come back today because of some issues.”
The little one continued gnawing and blandly yet vaguely said, “Is it because he is pestering mommy, and mommy can’t get away?”
Su Zhimian nodded his head.
Though Su Yimo was young, just three years and two months old, he knew everything and understood everything; he had been bright and clever from a young age, and furthermore, Su He had never hidden the so-called truth from him.
This little one had also chosen Su He himself, and mother and son were on the same side.
A hint of something unusual flashed in the little guy’s eyes.
He pestered his uncle to return to the country because he knew his never-before-met dad had also come back.
Neither of the two in the car spoke.
After sending the message, Su He leaned back, closed her eyes, and rested.
Only when the car stopped did she open her eyes.
Looking at the large courtyard in front of her, there was no familiarity, only strangeness, after all, she had only spent one night here.
Zhong had been waiting outside the door early.
“Master, Young Madam, welcome home.”
Zhong was fifty years old this year, but well-maintained, and looked robust with a face full of kind and benevolent smiles looking at Su He.
It had been four years, but Su He still had an impression of him.
Zhong had taken her to the airport four years ago.
She politely nodded her head at Mr.
Then, she followed behind Jiang Yan and walked in.
After entering, he directly went upstairs.
While she stood somewhat awkwardly in the center of the living room.
Moon Gift Villa is Jiang Yan’s private estate, akin to his own home.
According to Jiang You, he started living here by himself since the age of sixteen.
“Young Madam, why don’t you go upstairs and change into a fresh set of clothes before coming down for dinner?” Mr.
Zhong suggested with a smile.
Su He looked at him and shook her head, “No, I’ll just wait here.”
She sat on the sofa, looked around, and fell into thought.
In name, this place was also her home, but she felt uncomfortable all over.
She always had the feeling of being a ‘cuckoo in the nest’.
After all, she and Jiang Yan were bound to separate one day without any results, and this place would have its rightful mistress, as long as it wasn’t her, that was fine.
So, for things that had no outcome, she just wanted to sever ties quickly.
However, what puzzled her was Jiang Yan’s attitude.
Could it be that the internal affairs of the Jiang Family were not yet settled?
After some thought, with no conclusion, she planned to find an opportunity to ask him later.
It couldn’t go on indefinitely, once Xixi that brat returns, she would appear very passive in front of Jiang Yan and in front of the entire Jiang Family.
After a while, Jiang Yan came downstairs in a set of house clothes.
She glanced at him, and had to admit, this man was a walking clothes hanger.
Even the most ordinary and simple clothes exuded an aura of luxury when worn by him.
Zhong: “Master, dinner is ready.”
The man responded indifferently with a “Hmm.”
Then, he turned his head to look at Su He who was sitting motionless on the sofa, his tone emotionless, “Madam, do you want me to carry you to the dining room?”
Su He glared at him, “…”
Without saying anything, she got up on her own.
After arriving at the dining room, she saw the table full of dishes, all favoring spicy flavors.
Without asking more, she sat opposite him and started eating as she was genuinely hungry.
During lunch today, she had noticed that he wasn’t fond of speaking while eating, focused solely on his meal, so she thought to wait a bit before speaking.
Jiang Yan was indeed accustomed to the etiquette of silence during meals.
But he saw every move she made, her hesitation and distraction prompted him to speak, “Do you have something to say?”
Su He was absentmindedly digging into the rice in her bowl when she heard the low, magnetic voice of the man opposite her.
“Ah?” She instinctively responded, locking eyes with him for a moment.
Since he had brought it up, she wasn’t going to beat around the bush.
“There is something I’d like to ask you,” she said.
The man put down his chopsticks and picked up a hot towel next to him, elegantly wiping his hands before looking up.
“Isn’t the control over the Jiang Family already in your hands?”
“Yes, what about it?” the man answered without hesitation.
Su He was immediately puzzled, her hands clutching her chopsticks upright in the bowl, she asked earnestly: “If you already have control of the Jiang Family’s power, why do we have to wait another month to divorce?”
The man’s eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t respond, so she continued, “With the power of the Jiang Family in your hands, internal issues should no longer pose a threat to you, and therefore, you wouldn’t need me as a shield against Tang Sirou anymore, right?
You and she can be together openly; wouldn’t that be better?”
“You’ve already asked three questions!” Jiang Yan narrowed his deep eyes, his voice turning a bit somber.
Why is this man so petty?
Wasting such a good-looking face.
Luckily, her son didn’t take after him in this aspect.
“Can’t you not nitpick?
You’re so rigid…” Su He clicked her tongue, quite speechlessly.
Jiang Yan stared at her and retorted, “What did you just say about me?”
Su He’s heart skipped a bit as she met his deep, dark eyes.
She changed her wording, “I said you’re handsome, both handsome and wealthy, and also kind-hearted.
Could President Jiang kindly answer my questions completely, please?”
After speaking, she even gave a forced smile.
She had always been flexible, especially since she wasn’t on her own turf now.
Jiang Yan watched her for a moment and then asked, “Do you really want to know?”