After Escaping My Paranoid Wife's Control - Chapter 2
Knowing that Ji Mingsui was watching her through the camera, Song Yu closed her eyes and began to fake sleep.
After an unknown period of time, the phone clutched in her hand suddenly vibrated.
This was the alarm she had set in advance.
10:00 PM sharp.
Song Yu snapped her eyes open.
She got up and ran to the walk-in closet, quickly changing into a set of clothes convenient for an escape: a T-shirt, sweatpants, and sneakers.
Then, she stood in front of the full-length mirror to check out her outfit for tonight.
“Hmm…” Song Yu pursed her lips in dissatisfaction.
Although the T-shirt she was wearing was a limited edition, it was from last season.
Ji Mingsui hadn’t yet bought her the latest limited-edition T-shirt from this brand for the current season.
“She clearly knows this is my absolute favorite brand to wear,” Song Yu frowned and complained. “Ji Mingsui actually failed to buy the latest season’s limited edition for me the very first chance she got.”
It was forcing her to make her escape wearing out-of-season clothes.
After standing in front of the dressing mirror and throwing a silent tantrum at Ji Mingsui for a while, Song Yu took a deep breath and began to mutter to herself, “Forget it.”
“So what if it’s not the latest model? It’s fine.”
“I’m escaping, not going on a vacation. If the conditions are a bit harsh, then so be it.”
Having successfully coaxed herself out of her bad mood, Song Yu began to pack her luggage.
Ji Mingsui had already bought her the newest model of suitcase, which was perfect for holding the clothes and jewelry she needed to carry for her escape.
Song Yu had far too many clothes and jewelry.
Clothes, shoes, bags, and watches from major luxury brands, along with custom jewelry from several top-tier jewelry houses, packed this 300-square-meter walk-in closet to the brim.
Song Yu couldn’t be bothered to choose carefully. She grabbed a few pieces of clothing from the wardrobe at random and pulled a few watches out of a drawer just as carelessly.
Then, she crumpled the clothes and watches together into a ball and threw them into the open suitcase.
Once she finished packing, Song Yu dragged her suitcase and left the bedroom.
She walked straight toward the elevator at the end of the hallway.
Two passing maids greeted her, “President Song.”
Song Yu gave a stiff, expressionless response, “Mm.”
Although she was trapped by Ji Mingsui in this golden cage, living a life like a pampered canary, Ji Mingsui had registered all the family assets under her name. Therefore, anyone who knew her inside or outside the house would respectfully address her as “President Song.”
In reality, she had never participated in the management or operations of the Yusui Group at all; she merely passively accepted the profits and revenues generated by the conglomerate.
Once Song Yu had walked far enough away, one of the maids asked the other, “Why is President Song dragging a suitcase?”
The other maid guessed, “Going on vacation with President Ji, probably?”
“Vacation?”
“Didn’t President Song and President Ji just get back from a vacation in Europe?”
“They have achieved financial freedom. Even if they vacation every single day, they can well afford it.”
“Since they’re already financially free, why does President Ji still work so hard?”
“Working overtime six days a week.”
“Counting it up, President Ji’s monthly working hours are twice as much as mine as a regular employee.”
“Twice!”
“Can she afford not to work hard?”
“The suitcase President Song was dragging just now costs 180,000 yuan a piece.”
“President Song has over forty suitcases similar to that one…”
“180,000 yuan for one?”
“If even a suitcase is that expensive, then how much must President Song’s gowns, jewelry, watches, and sports cars be worth?!”
“No wonder President Ji works so desperately hard. At the rate President Song spends money, if President Ji slacked off for even a single second, she really might not be able to afford to keep President Song anymore.”
While the two maids gathered together whispering gossip, Song Yu had already taken the elevator down to the underground parking garage.
Seeing Song Yu, the manager hurriedly stood up from her workstation, “President Song.”
Usually, when Song Yu wanted to go out, she would call ahead to give instructions, and the vehicle management office would dispatch a driver to bring her specified car to the villa’s entrance.
But today she was escaping, not going out to play.
Therefore, she carried her suitcase directly to the underground garage herself.
The manager walked quickly up to Song Yu, asking with a smile, “Why did you come down in person?”
She then glanced at the suitcase by Song Yu’s side, “Are you going out?”
“Which car would you like to drive?”
Song Yu looked out across the space.
The massive underground parking garage housed over two hundred cars, almost all of which were sports cars gifted to her by Ji Mingsui.
Because she liked sports cars, Ji Mingsui would give her custom-made supercars as gifts on every major holiday and anniversary.
One for her birthday, one for Chinese New Year, one for Labor Day…
One for Tomb Sweeping Day, one for the Grain in Ear solar term…
And three for their anniversary of falling in love.
This anniversary of falling in love was particularly ridiculous.
Ji Mingsui was the one who had fallen for her first.
So, under the circumstance where Song Yu didn’t love Ji Mingsui back at all, Ji Mingsui had unilaterally decided to spend the rest of her life with her.
And the day Ji Mingsui fell in love with her was celebrated as their love anniversary August 28th of every year.
At exactly 9:47:11 PM.
Yes.
Accurate right down to the second.
From this, it was evident that Ji Mingsui was truly mentally unstable.
Of course, because Song Yu liked them, Ji Mingsui would frequently give her custom sports cars as gifts even when it wasn’t a major holiday or anniversary.
Ji Mingsui would give her one when Song Yu was in a good mood, and another when Song Yu was in a bad mood.
Ji Mingsui would give her one when Ji Mingsui herself was in a good mood, and another when Ji Mingsui was in a bad mood.
If Song Yu ate an extra bowl of rice at dinner, Ji Mingsui would give her one. If Song Yu won a match while playing video games, Ji Mingsui would give her one too…
When Ji Mingsui first started her business and was short on cash, she gave her one car a year. Once the business succeeded and she amassed boundless wealth, Ji Mingsui started giving her one car a week.
Over eleven years, she had gifted her more than two hundred cars in total.
Song Yu said to the manager, “A black one.”
“Any one will do.”
She was escaping, not going out for fun; she needed to drive a car with a more low-profile color.
“Yes, ma’clock,” the manager responded, turning back to the management office to fetch the car keys.
A few minutes later, the manager drove a black sports car up to Song Yu.
The manager opened the door and stepped out. She first placed Song Yu’s suitcase into the front trunk of the car, then handed the car keys to Song Yu.
Song Yu nodded slightly and took the keys.
She opened the door, got in, and drove the car out of the underground parking garage.
The villa was at the peak of the mountain, and right outside the underground garage lay the highway leading down the mountain.
Song Yu sped through the mountains.
She raised an eyebrow triumphantly. Luckily, she had chosen a black sports car; the black chassis blended perfectly into the night, ensuring that absolutely no one could discover her tracks.
A gathering was taking place at a villa community halfway down the mountain.
Hearing the loud, roaring boom emitted by the speeding sports car, a person standing by the barbecue grill in the yard smiled and said to his friends, “President Song is out for a joyride again.”
A friend nearby, who wasn’t familiar with the wealthy upper-class circles, asked the person grilling out of curiosity, “Jiang Yi, this is a wealthy neighborhood where almost every family owns sports cars. How do you know whose car that is?”
“Ordinary sports cars and custom-made supercars are completely different, of course.”
Jiang Yi said, “The sports car President Song is driving tonight was a gift from her wife. There are only three of them in the entire world.”
“I could tell just by listening to the sound of the engine.”
Another friend asked, “Who owns the other two?”
Jiang Yi replied, “Also President Song.”
“President Song’s wife customized three of the exact same model from this brand at one time, just in different colors.”
“Black, red, and blue.”
“They were customized the year before last, and were only delivered three months ago.”
She was also quite curious, “I wonder which color President Song is driving tonight?”
The friend shook her head, sighing with envy, “A sports car with only three units worldwide, and all three belong to President Song.”
Jiang Yi corrected her, “You shouldn’t envy President Song for having three custom supercars; you should envy President Song for having such a great wife.”
She put down the barbecue tongs in her hand and picked up her phone from the table, “I need to quickly send a message to President Ji to tell her that her wife is out for a joyride again.”
Hearing this, the friend asked in disbelief, “President Ji?”
The other friend asked as well, “Is it President Ji of the Yusui Group?”
Jiang Yi nodded.
Yes.
It was exactly President Ji of the Yusui Group.
Ji Mingsui, who had started from scratch in her twenties and spent a mere eleven years fighting her way to becoming a capital tycoon.
The friend exclaimed, “Wow, look at you.”
“You actually know President Ji.”
“Your connections are pretty solid.”
Jiang Yi waved her hand, “We exchanged contact info by pure chance.”
“President Ji loves her wife dearly and is incredibly interested in her wife’s whereabouts. Every time I send President Ji news related to President Song, President Ji replies to me very quickly.”
She said with a smile, “After going back and forth like this a few times, we got to know each other.”
The friend asked, “How do you know President Song’s whereabouts so well?”
“For that, I have to thank the vast number of netizens,” Jiang Yi opened a short video app on her phone and began scrolling up to refresh her feed, “As well as President Song herself, who has never known the meaning of being low-profile.”
She had only scrolled a few times before she came across a video related to Song Yu.
@DreamingOfTwoDaysOff:
Haha, what’s the use of such an expensive sports car? When you hit a traffic jam, don’t you still have to squat helplessly in the middle of the road?
It’s not even as good as my two-wheeled electric scooter!
#Overtime #SportsCar #TrafficJam #SecondRingRoad #ElectricScooter
In the video was Song Yu’s custom supercar one of only three in the world.
Along with Song Yu’s breathtakingly gorgeous face inside the car window, looking highly irritable and frustrated from being stuck in traffic.
Jiang Yi hurriedly forwarded this short video to Ji Mingsui
[Jiang Yi: President Ji, President Song is stuck on the Second Ring Road.]
Meanwhile, Song Yu, who was completely stuck on the Second Ring Road, slammed her steering wheel hard.
She was baffled, “It’s the middle of the night, why is the traffic backed up like this?”
It was jammed to a complete standstill.
It was already 11:30 PM now. In another half an hour, Ji Mingsui’s international video conference would come to an end.
She had to get out of the city before midnight.
But with it being jammed like this, let alone before midnight, she would be lucky if she could even drive the car off the Second Ring Road before 2:00 AM.
Through the car window, Song Yu watched the two-wheeled electric scooters threading through the gaps between various cars, her eyes blinking with envy.
Then, she started throwing a silent tantrum at Ji Mingsui again.
Ji Mingsui was annoying too; every time she gave her a car, she would only give her the sports cars she liked.
Even if she didn’t like them, Ji Mingsui should occasionally give her other types of vehicles.
Like a two-wheeled electric scooter, for instance.
If Ji Mingsui had ever given her a two-wheeled electric scooter, then she could have made a dashing escape riding an electric scooter today.
Instead of crouching like a turtle, frozen at a complete standstill on the Second Ring Road at midnight.
After finishing her silent tantrum at Ji Mingsui, Song Yu slapped her forehead in regret.
She should have formulated her escape plan more seriously this afternoon.
If she had played fewer matches of her shooting games and spent more time pondering the potential emergencies and countermeasures she might face, she might not have made such a rookie mistake as getting hopelessly stuck on the Second Ring Road during an escape.
How regretful!
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