After Escaping My Paranoid Wife's Control - Chapter 1

Song Yu double checked Ji Minghui’s schedule one more time.

22:00 – 00:00: Ji Minghui was scheduled for an extremely important international video conference at the office.

This was a deal worth hundreds of billions of dollars, whether it succeeded or failed depended entirely on tonight.

During such a critical meeting, Ji Minghui would undoubtedly need to be hyper-focused and fully devoted. This meant she wouldn’t be able to monitor Song Yu’s every move through the cameras as she usually did.

It was the perfect opportunity to escape.

By 9:30 PM, Song Yu had already finished her bath. She stepped out of the bathroom naked, changed into soft silk pajamas, and lay down on the large bed in the master bedroom.

The phone resting by her pillow vibrated. A notification.

Without even looking, Song Yu knew the message was from Ji Minghui. Ji Minghui was intensely possessive and didn’t allow her to have friends, the only contacts on her WeChat, aside from sales associates for various luxury brands, was Ji Minghui. And luxury brand sales associates never disturbed her after 8:00 PM.

Song Yu frowned. Usually, when she was in a foul mood, she wouldn’t even bother looking at Ji Minghui’s messages. But for the sake of tonight’s escape plan, she suppressed her irritation, picked up the phone, and opened the chat.

Ji Minghui: Why are you in bed so early today?

Song Yu looked up at the surveillance camera installed on the bedroom wall. Ji Minghui’s desire for control was overwhelming, even if they were apart for only five minutes, she used every means necessary to monitor Song Yu’s movements. This included, but was not limited to, home security cameras, GPS tracking software on her phone, and tracking devices in the cars.

Consequently, Ji Minghui knew exactly what Song Yu did, when she did it, and who she saw every single day.

In her heart, Song Yu cursed her, “Madwoman,” “Lunatic,” “Pervert”…

Then, she replied to the message.

Song Yu: None of your business.

Ji Minghui: An instant reply?

Ji Minghui: It seems you’re in a good mood today?

Song Yu’s mood was actually terrible. Extremely terrible. But to ensure her escape went smoothly later, she endured her agitation and replied again.

Song Yu: Mhm.

Suddenly, an incoming call screen took over her phone. It was a voice call from Ji Minghui. Song Yu gritted her teeth and swiped to answer.

“An instant pick-up?” Ji Minghui sounded surprised. “It seems your mood really is quite good today.”

She told Song Yu, “Wife, there’s a high probability I’ll close this deal today. Once it’s settled, our Yusui Group’s international strategic layout can…”

Song Yu interrupted her. “Aren’t you annoying? Every time you call, you have to talk about work.” She tucked herself into the blankets. “I’m tired and want to sleep early.”

Then, with an impatient tone, she said, “If there’s nothing else, I’m hanging up.”

“Alright, alright,” Ji Minghui quickly responded. Her voice softened as she spoke to Song Yu, “If you’re tired, go to sleep. Don’t wait up for me. I’ll head home the second the video conference ends.”

The moment Song Yu’s fingertip touched the “end call” button, she heard a very distinct kissing sound.

This was Ji Minghui’s habit. Every time before ending a call, she would kiss the words “Wife” the nickname she had set for Song Yu, on her phone screen.

Habitually, Song Yu almost leaned in to return the kiss. But just as her lips were about to touch the screen over the contact name she had set for Ji Minghui, “Madwoman” she suddenly snapped out of it.

No. She was about to leave Ji Minghui forever. Why was she still trying to return a kiss?

So, this time, Song Yu didn’t kiss back. She simply ended the call.

Immediately after, she received another message.

Ji Minghui: Goodnight.

Ji Minghui: Wife.

Ji Minghui: [I love you.jpg]

Looking at the text and the emoji in the chat box, Song Yu gritted her teeth hard and whispered a curse, “Truly haunting.”

For the past eleven years, Ji Minghui had haunted her like a ghost that wouldn’t dissipate. If Ji Minghui were just an ordinary ghost, it might have been fine, but she was a ghost with immense wealth and power.

For eleven years, no matter how Song Yu struggled or resisted, she could only be kept under Ji Minghui’s control within this $3 billion mansion, staffed with four stewards, thirty maids, and five drivers… or was it six drivers?

Song Yu wasn’t even sure exactly how many domestic staff members lived in the villa. She only knew that whenever she needed something, there was always someone available to be ordered around.

…In short, for eleven years, despite all her struggling and rebelling, she had been trapped by Ji Minghui in this golden cage.

And tonight. Tonight, she finally had another chance to escape.