Chapter 44: The Original Wife Spends Money Like Water (11)

Three days later, on May fifteenth, the sky unleashed a torrential downpour, as if a great hole had been torn open above. It was at this moment that Jiang Youyou slowly awakened from her slumber.

Had she not woken, her old waist might not have survived much longer.

Mufeng, ever thoughtful, brought her a cup of warm water and said, "Miss, these past three days, that Xue fellow came looking for you every day. I didn't let him in."

With someone so worthless, the fact he'd managed not to deal with him was a testament to his own patience.

"Luo Shubai still hasn't made a move?" After all, he was meant to be the second male lead, willing to go to any lengths for the heroine. Now the heroine was nearly bullied to death by Xue Ci, that pathetic creature, yet Luo Shubai could bear it?

"It should happen any day now," Mufeng replied, taking back the cup. "Do you want me to help out?"

"No need." What she wanted wasn't for Lin Wanyin to run off with Luo Shubai, but for Xue Ci, that miserable wretch, to witness with his own eyes the betrayal of the one he secretly cherished.

A little suffering is healthier.

In this story, the heroine is hopelessly infatuated. Ostensibly, she surrendered herself to the male lead to save her family, but after sleeping with him, she became addicted—loving him to the brink of madness.

No matter how much she's tormented, she just won't leave.

She's harder to separate from than the strongest glue—if glue companies got her endorsement, their products would fly off the shelves.

The rain continued for four days, rivers swelled and overflowed, brooks grew into streams, and the muddy roads were riddled with pools of water. The whole town was shrouded in mist; the distance was barely visible.

That night, Luo Shubai finally took action.

Under the pitch-black sky, three figures quietly made their way along the flooded streets, soon leaving the town behind as they headed toward the main road.

Yet halfway there, they were intercepted.

Xue Ci stood before the trio, his gaze dark and stormy.

"Lin Wanyin, you really are something!" His eyes swept over the three, finally settling on the pale-faced Lin Wanyin—his anger barely contained.

She was supposed to be nothing more than a tool for bearing his child.

She should have been a meek little kitten, entirely dependent on him; how could she even think of running away?

Especially with—someone so disgraceful.

Xue Ci's eyes lingered on Luo Shubai, his lips curling into a cold sneer. "A woman so restless she climbed into my bed, this gentleman should think twice about taking her away."

Xue Ci's words ground Lin Wanyin into the dirt, leaving her soiled and humiliated.

To be described and treated this way by the man she loved sent a sharp pain through her heart. Her hand, clutching her brother's, trembled. "Xue Ci, stop," she pleaded, the humility ingrained from years at his mercy coloring her words with supplication.

Luo Shubai had grown up with her. Now, with the Lin family fallen from grace, she had become the target of everyone’s contempt. Even so, no matter how desperate her situation, she didn't want such disgrace to unfold before him.

But Xue Ci had no intention of sparing her dignity.

He ordered his men to seize the three. Lin Yang instinctively tried to cry out, only to be knocked unconscious with a punch. Luo Shubai, attempting to shield Lin Wanyin, was beaten until his face was bruised and his consciousness slipped away, the last thing he saw being Xue Ci walking toward the restrained Lin Wanyin.

Rain pattered endlessly. On the city wall above, Mufeng held an umbrella for Jiang Youyou, watching the scene below with an expressionless face, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction.

"Let's go," Jiang Youyou said, her heart untouched by the spectacle. These cruel, cutting moments had become almost tiresome.

Mad lovers are always peculiar—either feigning deafness or stifling their voices.

It seemed only through endless trials and tribulations could their happiness finally be proven precious.

Yet they forgot that the hardships were of their own making. Happiness was within easy reach, and instead they chose chaos.