Chapter 64 - Quite The Actor (1/2)

With knees like jelly, He Lei showed Jiang Shaocheng a video. The chopsticks Jiang Shaocheng had been holding snapped.

A tremor of fear rolled through He Lei. I knew this would happen, he thought wearily. Why couldn’t the young mistress just behave herself? What did she stand to gain by embracing another man–and angering her husband?

“Take me to her school,” Jiang Shaocheng commanded, and He Lei rushed to obey.

Ke Liuyi was disgusted that Jiang Shaocheng was going to school to find Tang Qiu–again–but she kept her expression pleasant. “Qiu hasn’t finished classes yet, has she? Why are you going to pick her up now?”

He Lei shot her a warning look. Ke Liuyi was tempted to fan the flames of Jiang Shaocheng’s anger, but she restrained herself, if only so he wouldn’t take his temper out on her.

It didn’t stop her from resenting Tang Qiu even more, though.

Jiang Shaocheng pinpointed Tang Qiu’s location at a cafe near to her school. He Lei prayed that she would be alone, or at least not with another man. Or else…

As it turned out, his prayers were unanswered.

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Twenty minutes ago, Jiang Hanchen’s butler found Tang Qiu and sat her down at the cafe. Even wary, Tang Qiu knew she couldn’t refuse–not with the guards tailing him.

Once they sat down, the butler said, “Let’s not waste time. I have ten million yuan here with me. It’s yours–as long as you leave Young Master Jiang. I’m sure you’re aware of your status as an illegitimate child. You’re not worthy of our young master–especially since you’re having an affair. The Jiang family doesn’t want to keep you around. My master sent me here to request that you initiate a divorce.”

Tang Qiu’s fists balled together. She didn’t even look at the check–money was important to her, but not at the expense of all else. “I told you, I wasn’t having an affair; it was just a misunderstanding. I won’t divorce him.”

“Twenty million yuan, then. I hope that satisfies you. You don’t want to make my master angry.” The butler’s expression was stony with hostility; this woman was truly difficult.

“You don’t need to worry about me,” Tang Qiu shot back. “I’m Jiang Shaocheng’s wife–the only reason I’d get a divorce is if he wants it. Go back and tell your master that he’s not going to win his son back like this. In fact, why not give the money to my husband? Why waste it on me?”

From a distance, He Lei watched–impressed by Tang Qiu–as his young master’s expression smoothed over. He breathed a sigh, just as Jiang Shaocheng turned his wheelchair around and pushed himself away.

The butler struggled to summon words past the chokehold of his fury. “I didn’t expect you to be so bold,” he said, stabbing a finger at Tang Qiu. “But I should warn you: my master’s wrath isn’t something you want to incur.”