Did Scumbag A Get Divorced Today? - Chapter 58.2

Li Jiang’s chest rose and fell with increasing intensity.

“You’ve already rejected me so many times. Are you really going to say no again?”

Li Jiang flinched. Her heart pricked with pain, like a needle had pierced it. She thought back to all the times she’d coldly turned Jiang Siyue away. Sure, it was because she didn’t want Siyue to lower herself for someone like her—but in the end, she had still hurt her.

“I… I don’t know if I can be a good girlfriend,” Li Jiang admitted in a quiet voice. She wasn’t even sure she had been a good friend to her.

Li Jiang froze completely.

She’s only ever loved me?

Her heart suddenly began to race—fast and erratic, like it couldn’t believe what it had just heard, yet a quiet joy bloomed deep inside her chest.

Jiang Siyue lowered her eyes. “So I’ll ask you one last time—do you really not like me?”

Li Jiang’s heart skipped a heavy beat. Her throat tightened. She was happy—truly—but in the face of Jiang Siyue’s question, she still couldn’t bring herself to answer.

“Li Jiang, say something.” There was a fragile, pleading note in Jiang Siyue’s voice.

Li Jiang’s face remained tense. “You… You once said you could like anyone—but not me.”

Even though she’d been elated by Jiang Siyue’s confession just moments ago, those words had always stayed with her. And they’d stayed for years.

Jiang Siyue blinked, momentarily stunned. Then, seeing the tense look on Li Jiang’s face, her gaze softened.

“You’re so smart—how could you not tell I was speaking out of anger?”

“Anyone would lose their temper after getting a whole cup of coffee dumped on them by your admirer. I just… happened to take it out on you too.”

Li Jiang said nothing.

“Li Jiang, would you be willing to give it a try with me?” Jiang Siyue asked softly.

Li Jiang’s throat moved as she swallowed hard, but she still hesitated. Her expression dimmed. “Maybe… we’re just not a good match?”

Jiang Siyue was bright and dazzling, while she was dull and reserved. Could someone like her really fit into Siyue’s world?

Jiang Siyue frowned slightly, then slowly relaxed her expression. After a moment of silence, she said, “You never know if it’ll work until you try. Are you really going to shut the door before even opening it?”

“Li Jiang, is that it? You’re giving me a death sentence before the trial?”

Li Jiang’s chest rose and fell, heavier with each breath.

“You’ve already rejected me so many times. Are you really going to say no again?”

Li Jiang faltered. Her heart clenched painfully as she recalled all the times she’d rejected Jiang Siyue, forcing herself to stay cold, thinking it would protect them both. She hadn’t wanted Siyue to keep circling her so humbly.

But in the end, she had only hurt her.

“I… I don’t know if I can be a good girlfriend,” Li Jiang said quietly. She wasn’t even sure she’d been a good friend to her.

“That’s okay. I don’t know if I’ll be a good one either.” Jiang Siyue propped herself up, hands on either side of Li Jiang’s head, looking down at her. “I just want to know—will you give us a chance?”

Li Jiang swallowed again. After a long pause, her voice came out low and solemn:

“You’d better be sure. Because with me, there’s no such thing as ‘just trying.’ I don’t play with emotions. If you choose to be with me… then it’ll only be me, from now on.”

Jiang Siyue’s face lit up with a grin—bold, radiant, the same dazzling smile she wore on stage.

She said, “Isn’t that perfect?”

To her, nothing could be better. She wanted to be tied to Li Jiang, for good.

Seeing that smile, Li Jiang seemed to fall under some kind of spell. She reached out, wrapped her arms around Jiang Siyue’s neck, and looked into her eyes.

And then, as if in a dream, she heard herself whisper:

“Okay.”

Jiang Siyue was her girlfriend now.

That realization crashed into Li Jiang all at once. She was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to cry, her heart swelling with years of pent-up longing and grievance. If only that one careless sentence had never been said—would they have gotten here much sooner?

Jiang Siyue looked down at the woman beneath her. Her heart thundered in her chest.

She lowered herself into Li Jiang’s arms completely and whispered, “Li Jiang… You’re not getting rid of me now.”

From this moment on, you only get to have me.

“I don’t want to,” Li Jiang said, her voice steady and sincere. She had made her choice—and she was ready.

As she held Jiang Siyue close, it was the first time they had ever been this close. And now, she understood the feeling of having your whole world held in your arms.

Jiang Siyue lay quietly against her. After a long silence, her voice came out soft:

“Can I ask… why did you reject me back then? You liked me too, didn’t you?”

Li Jiang’s voice tightened. She hesitated but eventually spoke.

“Because I didn’t want to see you become small for someone else’s sake… even if that person was me.”

She had seen Jiang Siyue at her brightest. How could she bear to watch her shrink, lose her light, just to love someone?

If it were anyone else, she couldn’t accept it.

If it were herself—then it was unforgivable.

She would’ve been the one who made Jiang Siyue humble and unsure of herself. That would’ve made her the worst kind of person.

Jiang Siyue was completely stunned.

Then she asked quietly, “So you actually liked the real me all along?”

The one who smiled when she wanted to, teased when she felt like it, and was never afraid to shine?

Li Jiang’s ears flushed red. She turned her head to the side and gave a small, almost shy, “Mm.”

Jiang Siyue broke into a full, dazzling smile. She slowly sat up a bit and looked down at that scholarly, sharp-featured face of Li Jiang’s.

Then, she gently took off Li Jiang’s glasses and looked her in the eyes with a playful smirk.

“Well then, Li Jiang… right now, I really want to kiss you.”

And with that, she leaned down and kissed her.

It was the taste she had dreamed of for so long—and it was even better than she had imagined.

Li Jiang’s eyes widened at first—but then, slowly, she closed them. Her tense expression softened, and she quietly leaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Jiang Siyue.

The stars she once thought were forever out of reach… had finally fallen into her arms.

At 6 p.m., both Sui Yu and Shen Jueshu finished work relatively smoothly. They clocked out on time and returned home just as the housekeeper finished preparing a warm, fragrant dinner to welcome them back.

But after dinner and a brief moment to digest, Sui Yu’s peaceful evening came to an end.

She was pulled into a set of sportswear by Shen Jueshu—then dragged outside to jog along the mountain path.

Sui Yu: “…”

She genuinely hadn’t expected Shen Jueshu to act this fast. She just got back from her business trip—how does she have this much energy?!

“Sl-slow down…” Sui Yu gasped, nearly choking on her breath. It was so exhausting! Her chest burned like it was on fire every time her feet hit the ground.

Shen Jueshu was jogging beside her at a very manageable pace, watching her barely keep upright. “If I go any slower, I might as well be walking,” she said mildly.

In fact, most people walking probably moved faster than Sui Yu’s current shuffle.

Sui Yu was panting hard, sweat pouring down her face. She wiped her forehead clumsily with the towel draped over her shoulder and wheezed, “Th-this… this kind of intensity is way too much for a beginner!”

Shen Jueshu said flatly, “We’re still on the downhill stretch.”

And if this was how she handled going downhill, what would the uphill part do to her?

That realization hit Sui Yu too. She immediately let out a pitiful groan. “Wife~”

Unmoved, Shen Jueshu replied, “Calling me sweet things won’t help.”

Sui Yu’s body couldn’t keep up like this anymore. If she continued letting herself slide like this, no matter how good her foundation once was, she’d ruin it completely—and end up as a true weak Alpha.

A top-tier weak Alpha.

Seeing Shen Jueshu so firm, Sui Yu pouted but didn’t argue further. She dragged herself forward, each step feeling like her legs were made of lead.

Seeing that she finally gave in and kept moving, Shen Jueshu gave a small nod of approval. At least she knows when to surrender to reality.

They finished a full loop together. For Shen Jueshu—who regularly exercised—it was nothing. For Sui Yu, it felt like her soul had left her body. Especially going uphill—by the end, she wasn’t even jogging anymore. Half the time she was swaying on her feet, convinced she might faint any second.

But she didn’t.

Because right when she nearly fell, Shen Jueshu caught her.

Holding her up, Shen Jueshu felt just how soaked Sui Yu was—her clothes clung to her, drenched in sweat, her hair plastered to her cheeks. She looked like she’d been dragged out of a river, utterly disheveled.

Shen Jueshu looked at her with a slightly complicated expression. She hadn’t expected Sui Yu to be this fragile. If she hadn’t reached her in time… would this woman have just faceplanted on the ground?

What would happen to my reputation then?

“Stand up. Use your legs. Walk on your own,” Shen Jueshu said sternly.

“Wife, love me a little… I really can’t walk anymore…” Sui Yu whimpered, sounding as miserable as she felt.

“I do love you. So keep walking,” Shen Jueshu replied earnestly—though not a drop of affection could be felt in her tone.

“My heart is cold… and hurting right now!” Sui Yu cried dramatically.

“You can say all that, so clearly you’re not as exhausted as you claim,” Shen Jueshu said, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips. Then she grabbed Sui Yu’s hand and led her onward.

Sui Yu looked down at their joined hands.

Alright… I feel a bit loved. But just a bit.

When they got home, Sui Yu practically collapsed. She wanted to sink into the couch and never move again.

But Shen Jueshu stopped her in her tracks.

“You’re filthy. Shower first,” she said flatly.

They had taken a slow walk home, so now it was the perfect time to rinse off.

Sui Yu: “…”
There is no Love at all!

After dinner and a brief period to digest, Sui Yu’s peaceful evening quickly took a turn—for the worse.

Shen Jueshu dragged her into the bedroom to change into workout clothes and, without further discussion, hauled her outside to jog along the mountain trail.

Sui Yu: “…”

She honestly hadn’t expected Shen Jueshu to bounce back into action this fast. She just got back from her trip! Can’t she chill for one day?!

“Sl… slow down…” Sui Yu gasped. The moment she opened her mouth, she nearly choked on her breath. Her chest burned as if it were on fire—every step made her lungs scream.

Shen Jueshu jogged beside her at a very slow pace, yet seeing Sui Yu pant and stumble like she was on her last breath, she said calmly, “If I go any slower, we’ll be walking.”

And frankly, anyone walking at a normal pace was probably moving faster than Sui Yu’s current “jog.”

Sui Yu was gasping for air, her forehead drenched with sweat that rolled down her cheeks. She grabbed the towel slung over her shoulder and wiped herself off haphazardly. “Th-this kind of training… it’s not good to go too hard when you’re just starting out!”

Shen Jueshu replied without emotion, “We’re still on the downhill path.”

If she was struggling this much on the easiest part, what was she going to do when they had to go uphill?

Clearly, that thought had just hit Sui Yu too. She let out a loud, theatrical groan. “Wife~!”

Shen Jueshu remained unmoved. “Calling me sweet things won’t help.”

This woman couldn’t keep letting herself fall apart like this. No matter how good her natural constitution once was, she’d wreck it completely at this rate—and end up as a true weak Alpha.

Top-tier weak Alpha.

Seeing Shen Jueshu’s unrelenting face, Sui Yu pursed her lips and lowered her head, resigning herself to her fate. Every step felt like lifting weights, her legs leaden and heavy.

At least she was finally running again, even if it looked miserable. Shen Jueshu nodded in silent approval. At least she knows when to stop whining and start moving.

They ran a full loop together. Shen Jueshu, with her regular training, found it effortless. For Sui Yu, it was absolute torture. By the time they hit the uphill stretch, she couldn’t even pretend to jog. She was stumbling, dazed, and moments away from collapsing.

But she didn’t.

Because right before she could fall, Shen Jueshu caught her.

Holding Sui Yu close, Shen Jueshu could feel the heat radiating off her. Her clothes were soaked with sweat, her hair sticking to her cheeks, her whole body trembling. She looked like she’d just been pulled out of a lake—absolutely wrecked.

Shen Jueshu looked at her, a complicated expression flickering across her face. She genuinely hadn’t expected Sui Yu to be in such poor shape. If she hadn’t grabbed her just now, would she have face-planted into the dirt?

Would she still have a face to go back to work with tomorrow?

“Stand on your own. Walk,” Shen Jueshu said firmly.

“Wife… just love me, please… I really can’t move anymore…” Sui Yu groaned, feeling like her soul had left her body.

“I do love you. That’s why you need to keep walking,” Shen Jueshu said seriously.

Somehow, not a single drop of warmth came through that statement.

“My heart is cold… and it hurts…” Sui Yu said with dramatic misery.

“Oh? If you still have the energy to complain, then you’re not that tired,” Shen Jueshu replied, the corner of her lips curling into a subtle smirk. Then she reached out and took Sui Yu’s hand, gently pulling her forward.

Sui Yu looked down at their intertwined fingers.

Okay. That felt a little bit like love. Just a little.

When they got home, Sui Yu collapsed like a corpse. She desperately wanted to flop onto the couch and die there.

But Shen Jueshu stopped her in her tracks.

“You’re filthy. Go shower.”

They had walked home at a slow pace—just enough to transition straight into bathing.

Sui Yu: “…”
There’s no love left at all!

In the end, she gave in and allowed herself to be herded into the bathroom. When she saw the clean clothes, Shen Jueshu had laid out for her, she felt a little ripple of warmth.

Fine… there’s still a little bit of love left.

While Sui Yu showered, Shen Jueshu sat down with her laptop, reviewing the background files Qin Qing had sent her.

She really hadn’t expected Shen Jueshu to be this efficient.

She just got back from a business trip—how is she already dragging me out to run?!

“Sl… slow down…” Sui Yu panted. Just opening her mouth almost knocked the wind out of her. She was exhausted! Her chest felt like it was burning from the inside out with every step.

Shen Jueshu had already slowed her pace significantly and was jogging right beside her. But watching Sui Yu stumble forward like she was on the brink of collapse, she said flatly, “Any slower and we might as well be walking.”

Honestly, a brisk walker could probably pass her at this point.

Sui Yu sucked in deep gulps of air, sweat pouring down her forehead and dripping down her cheeks. She wiped her face messily with the towel draped over her shoulder and gasped, “Th-this is way too intense for a beginner!”

“We’re still on the downhill path,” Shen Jueshu replied without emotion.

If she was already in this state on the way down, what was she going to look like going uphill?

Sui Yu realized that too—and groaned dramatically. “Wife~”

Shen Jueshu was unfazed. “No use calling me that now.”

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