Chapter 220: Adding Fuel To The Fire
The onlookers pointed at them and whispered, various filthy words entering their ears.
It was late at night now, a time when lamps should be out and everyone resting, yet such a big drama was broadcast live, inevitably leading people to comment on their lewd lifestyle.
The fault in this matter lay with Zhong Lanhua and her daughter; everyone still felt sympathy for Xiao Yanci. Of course, some people thought that Xiao Yanci couldn’t even support his own woman and was using things given by her lover, which utterly shamed him as a man and even more as a scholar.
Those voices scorning Xiao Yanci as useless pierced his heart like knives, leaving it bloody and torn.
Xiao Yanci glared viciously at Jiang Yihuan, his eyes devoid of even a shred of affection, filled only with disgust and hatred.
“Good, very good.” Xiao Yanci sneered coldly. “Jiang Yihuan, from today onward, our ties are severed.”
With that, Xiao Yanci strode into the room.
Jiang Yihuan’s eyes were full of unwillingness.
If this hadn’t been discovered, she would have continued maneuvering with Xiao Yanci, waiting to see if he could pass the imperial examination.
She spotted Su Yaoguang in the crowd, and upon seeing Su Yaoguang’s intimate behavior with Zhou Wangshu, her unwillingness intensified.
Why did Su Yaoguang get everything she wanted while she encountered setbacks everywhere? Why did she always end up the unlucky one whenever she tried to deal with Su Yaoguang?
Forget it—even if Xiao Yanci passed the imperial examination, he would just be a poor scholar, and following him might not lead to a good life. Other men might not be as handsome as him, but they all had money; she and her mother had earned the money to pay off debts by relying on those men. If she relied on Xiao Yanci, it would probably be impossible in this lifetime.
Tearing off the facade was fine too; she could find another target and wouldn’t have to suffer with Xiao Yanci anymore.
Xiao Yanci came out with the divorce letter and threw it in Jiang Yihuan’s face: “Get out of my house.”
Jiang Yihuan picked up the divorce letter, looked at the words on it, and said dissatisfiedly, “I want a divorce letter.”
“You steal men and still want a divorce letter?” Xiao Yanci sneered coldly. “Get out!”
“If you don’t give me a divorce letter today, I’ll expose all your disgusting deeds.” Since the facade was torn, Jiang Yihuan dropped the pretense. “You call out another woman’s name in the middle of the night—do I need to tell everyone here who that woman is?”
As Jiang Yihuan said this, she looked toward Su Yaoguang.
Su Yaoguang was stunned for a moment, glanced around, confirmed that Jiang Yihuan was looking at her, and felt disgusted.
A ruthless glint flashed in Zhou Wangshu’s eyes.
Such a filthy little person was still coveting Yaoguang, who was as pure and bright as the moon.
“Fine, I’ll write it.”
Threatened, Xiao Yanci felt a pang of guilt and rewrote a divorce letter.
The onlookers listened to such gossip, their gazes toward Xiao Yanci growing even stranger.
“No wonder his woman stole a man—turns out he himself is thinking of women outside. This whole family really knows how to play.”
“Exactly, a family full of messy things, truly birds of a feather.”
Zhou Wangshu said to Su Yaoguang, “Let’s go, head back.”
“Okay.”
Zhou Wangshu pulled Su Yaoguang away.
Xiao Yanci looked at their intertwined hands, his eyes full of unwillingness.
If everything could return to his previous life, back to the starting point—without Zhou Wangshu, without Jiang Yihuan—how good that would be.
Only at this moment did he realize who truly treated him well. If heaven gave him an opportunity to make up for it, he would surely cherish the one who treated him well.
Zhong Lanhua came out carrying several large bundles.
“Huan’er, let’s go.”
They had just moved here, and the things in the bundles hadn’t been unpacked yet; now they saved the time of packing luggage and could just carry them away directly.
The onlookers dispersed, Zhong Lanhua and her daughter left, leaving only the lonely Xiao Yanci in the entire courtyard.
Xiao Yanci did not close the courtyard gate.
He rummaged inside and found a jar of wine, then sat directly in the courtyard drinking his sorrows away.
How had he turned his life into this?
Xiao Yanci drank until he was dizzy and saw a pair of embroidered shoes appear before him. His gaze moved upward along the shoe, landing on a delicate and beautiful face.
“Young Master Xiao.”
Xiao Yanci wrapped his arms around her slender waist, slurring his words in his drunken state: “Yaoguang, you’ve come.”
A look of surprise flashed in Wen Shi’s eyes.
Yaoguang? The owner of Peach Blossom Workshop?
These men were really something, always coveting other men’s women—were other men’s women more enticing?
“Wah wah wah…”
In the early morning, crying sounds came from the Xiao Residence.
The gate of the Xiao Residence was not closed.
Passersby heard the crying, saw the courtyard gate open, and curiously craned their necks to look inside. When they saw clothes fragments scattered all over the courtyard, Wen Shi—wrapped in a man’s outer garment and hugging her knees while crying—and Xiao Yanci lying beside her sleeping like a dead pig, the recently extinguished fire of gossip blazed fiercely once more.
Peach Blossom Workshop. Su Yaoguang had gone to watch the excitement with Zhou Wangshu yesterday and was too excited on the way back to sleep for a while, so she got up a bit late today.
As soon as she came out, Jiang Jing handed her the freshly bought youtiao and soy milk, then gossiped about the latest news from this morning.
“The door of that Xiao house wasn’t even closed—everyone saw it. Mr. Xiao forced himself on Wen Shi, who had come to visit him, in the courtyard. Now, like it or not, he has to take responsibility.”
Su Yaoguang held the bowl full of soy milk, staring at Jiang Jing in shock, tilting it slightly so the soy milk nearly spilled out.
Zhou Wangshu took her bowl and set it on the table, saying, “Is it really that surprising? Wen Shi had been renting the house with them and never left Mr. Xiao—this was bound to happen sooner or later. But Mr. Xiao should be quite satisfied with this accident. Without Jiang Yihuan, he needed a woman to serve him, and here one delivered herself to his door.”
“I hope I never have to see them again—best if they stay far away from us,” Su Yaoguang said. “Too disgusting.”
“Well… that’s not impossible,” Zhou Wangshu murmured.
“Wangshu, business has been so good lately with several big orders; I won’t accompany you to check the local imperial examination list.”
Zhou Wangshu was silent for a moment, then hummed without saying yes or no.
Cui Rong walked in from outside.
Zhou Wangshu was snatching the youtiao from Su Yaoguang’s hand; the two fought over a single youtiao. Seeing Cui Rong enter, Su Yaoguang paused, and half the youtiao disappeared.
“Zhou Wangshu, Jing’er bought so many—don’t you know to eat something else?”
“This one in your hand tastes better.” Zhou Wangshu bit into the youtiao, saw Cui Rong sit down beside them, and said, “Has Young Master Cui had breakfast? Want to try some?”
“No need, I’ve eaten.” After speaking, Cui Rong said to Su Yaoguang, “Several family friends arrived today—all big bosses from various industries. I’ll introduce you; maybe we can land a few more big orders.”
“Great!” Su Yaoguang stood up. “Let’s go now.”
