After Escaping My Paranoid Wife's Control - Chapter 2

Song Yu knew Ji Minghui was watching her through the security cameras, so she closed her eyes and began pretending to sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, the phone clutched in her hand suddenly vibrated. It was the alarm she had set earlier.

10:00 PM sharp.

Song Yu’s eyes snapped open.

She got up and ran to the walk-in closet, quickly changing into clothes suitable for an escape: a T-shirt, sweatpants, and sneakers. Standing before the full-length mirror, she scrutinized her outfit for the night.

“Hmm…” Song Yu pursed her lips in dissatisfaction.

Although the T-shirt she was wearing was a limited edition, it was from the previous season. Ji Minghui hadn’t bought her the latest limited-edition T-shirt from this brand for the current season yet.

“She knows this is my favorite brand,” Song Yu grumbled with a frown. “I can’t believe Ji Minghui didn’t get me the latest limited edition the moment it came out.”

Now she was forced to escape in out of season clothes.

After fuming at the mirror for a while, Song Yu took a deep breath and muttered to herself, “Whatever.”

“If I don’t have the latest model, so be it. I’m escaping, not going on vacation. I’ll just have to endure these ‘hardships’.”

Having comforted herself, Song Yu began packing. Ji Minghui had already bought her the newest suitcase model, which was perfect for carrying the clothes and jewelry she needed for her getaway.

Song Yu had far too many clothes and accessories. The 300 square meter walk-in closet was packed to the brim with luxury brands, shoes, bags, watches, and custom jewelry from top-tier houses.

Too lazy to pick and choose, she grabbed a few random outfits from the wardrobe and snatched several watches from a drawer. She bunched them all together and tossed them into the open suitcase.

Packing finished, Song Yu dragged her suitcase out of the bedroom. She headed straight for the elevator at the end of the hallway.

Two passing servants greeted her, “President Song.”

Song Yu responded with a stiff “Mhm.”

Even though she was confined in this “golden cage” by Ji Minghui, living like a kept canary, Ji Minghui had registered all the family assets in Song Yu’s name. Consequently, everyone inside and outside the house addressed her respectfully as “President Song.” In reality, she never participated in the operations of the Yusui Group, she merely played the passive role of receiving its profits and dividends.

Once Song Yu was out of earshot, one servant asked the other, “Why is President Song dragging a suitcase?”

The other guessed, “Maybe she’s going on vacation with President Ji?”

“Vacation? Didn’t they just get back from Europe?”

“When you’re financially free, you can afford to be on vacation every day.”

“If they’re so rich, why does President Ji work so hard? She works six days a week. By my count, her monthly working hours are double mine.”

“Double! How could she not work hard? That suitcase President Song was just dragging costs 180,000. And she has over 40 similar ones…”

“180,000 for a suitcase? If the luggage is that expensive, how much must her gowns, jewelry, watches, and sports cars be worth?!”

“No wonder President Ji works so frantically. At the rate President Song spends money, if President Ji stops for even a second, she might not be able to afford her anymore.”

While the servants gossiped, Song Yu had already taken the elevator to the underground garage. The attendant saw her and immediately stood up. “President Song.”

Usually, when Song Yu went out, she would call ahead, and the fleet management would have a driver bring her specified car to the villa entrance. But today was an escape, not a joyride.

She walked directly into the garage. The attendant hurried over with a smile. “Why did you come down yourself? Are you going out?” She glanced at the suitcase. “Which car would you like to drive?”

Song Yu looked around. The massive underground parking lot held over 200 cars, most of which were sports cars gifted to her by Ji Minghui. Because Song Yu loved sports cars, Ji Minghui bought her a custom one for every major holiday and anniversary.

One for her birthday, one for New Year’s, one for Labor Day…

One for the Qingming Festival, one for the Grain in Ear solar term…

And three for their “Anniversary of Falling in Love.”

This particular anniversary was quite ridiculous. Ji Minghui was the one who had fallen in love first. Despite Song Yu not loving her back at all, Ji Minghui had unilaterally decided they would spend their lives together. The day Ji Minghui fell for her became their anniversary. August 28th, at exactly 9:47:11 PM.

Yes, accurate to the second. From this alone, it was clear Ji Minghui was mentally unstable.

Of course, because Song Yu liked them, Ji Minghui would gift her custom sports cars even on non-holidays. She got one when Song Yu was happy, and one when Song Yu was sad. She got one when Ji Minghui was happy, and one when Ji Minghui was sad. She got one because she ate an extra bowl of rice at dinner, and another because she won a round of a video game.

In the early days of the startup when money was tight, Ji Minghui sent one a year. Once the business succeeded and the wealth became immense, it turned into one a week. Over eleven years, she had accumulated over 200 cars.

Song Yu told the attendant, “A black one. Any will do.”

Since it was an escape, she needed a low-profile color.

“Yes, ma’am,” the attendant replied, turning to fetch the keys. Minutes later, a black sports car was driven up. The attendant loaded the suitcase into the front trunk and handed the keys to Song Yu.

Song Yu nodded, took the keys, got in, and drove out of the garage. The villa sat at the mountain peak, and the exit led directly to the mountain road. As she sped down the winding path, Song Yu raised a triumphant eyebrow. She congratulated herself on choosing a black car, it blended perfectly into the night, making her tracks impossible to follow.

Halfway down the mountain, people were having a party in the villa district. Hearing the roar of a high-performance engine, a person standing by a grill laughed and said to their friends, “Sounds like President Song is out for a spin again.”

A friend who wasn’t familiar with the elite social circles asked curiously, “Jiang Yi, this is a wealthy neighborhood where everyone has a sports car. How do you know whose it is?”

“Ordinary sports cars and custom hypercars are completely different,” Jiang Yi explained. “The car President Song is driving tonight was a gift from her wife. There are only three in the world. I can tell just by the sound of the engine.”

“Who owns the other two?”

“Also President Song,” Jiang Yi replied. “Her wife ordered three of the same model in different colors all at once: Black, Red, and Blue. They were ordered three years ago and delivered just three months ago. I wonder which color she’s driving tonight?”

The friend shook their head in awe. “Three custom hypercars, and she owns all of them.”

Jiang Yi corrected them, “You shouldn’t envy her for the cars, you should envy her for having such a good wife.” She put down the tongs and picked up her phone. “I better send President Ji a message and let her know her wife is out for a drive again.”

The friends were stunned. “President Ji? You mean the President Ji of Yusui Group?”

Jiang Yi nodded. Yes. The same Ji Minghui who started from nothing in her twenties and, in just eleven years, became a titan of capital.

“Wow,” the friend exclaimed. “You actually know her? Your connections are impressive.”

Jiang Yi waved it off. “I got her contact info by chance. President Ji loves her wife to death and is obsessed with her whereabouts. Every time I send her news about President Song, she replies almost instantly. We got to know each other that way.”

“How do you know so much about President Song’s movements?”

“I have the internet to thank for that,” Jiang Yi said, opening a short video app and scrolling. “And President Song herself, who doesn’t know the meaning of the word ‘low-profile’.”

After a few swipes, she found a video.

@DreamingOfATwoDayWeekend: Haha, what’s the point of an expensive sports car? When you’re stuck in traffic, you’re just a paperweight in the middle of the road. It’s not as good as my two wheeled electric scooter! #Overtime #SportsCar #TrafficJam #SecondRingRoad #ElectricScooter

The video showed that one of three custom hypercars. Through the window, Song Yu’s breathtakingly beautiful face was visible, looking utterly frustrated and annoyed by the gridlock.

Jiang Yi immediately forwarded the video to Ji Minghui.

[Jiang Yi: President Ji, President Song is stuck on the Second Ring Road.]

Meanwhile, stuck in a complete standstill on the Second Ring Road, Song Yu slammed her hand against the steering wheel.

“It’s the middle of the night! Why is it this crowded?” she fumed.

It was already 11:30 PM. In thirty minutes, Ji Minghui’s international video conference would end. She had to get out of the city before midnight. At this rate, she’d be lucky to even clear the Second Ring Road by 2:00 AM.

Watching the small electric scooters weave effortlessly through the gaps between cars, Song Yu blinked in envy. Then she started getting annoyed at Ji Minghui again.

Ji Minghui was so narrow-minded. Every time she gave a gift, it was always a sports car because she knew Song Yu liked them. She should have occasionally given her something Song Yu didn’t like, like a two wheeled electric scooter!

If Ji Minghui had given her a scooter, she could have made a dashing escape today instead of sitting here like a turtle, motionless on the Second Ring Road at midnight.

After venting her frustration, Song Yu slapped her forehead in regret. She should have been more serious when planning her escape this afternoon. If she had spent less time playing shooting games and more time considering potential emergencies and countermeasures, she wouldn’t have made such a rookie mistake as getting stuck in traffic during a getaway.

She regretted everything!