After Escaping My Paranoid Wife's Control - Chapter 5

Ji Minghui let out three consecutive cold sneers. “Heh.”

“Heh.”

“Heh.”

“I don’t care,” Song Yu said with a stoic face. “I’m leaving you.”

Hearing this, Ji Minghui first chanted a mantra three times in her heart: “I chose this ancestor myself; even if I have to kneel, I have to spoil her for a lifetime.”

Only then did she lower her voice, coaxing softly, “Wife, your heart isn’t good. Please, don’t get angry.”

Song Yu indeed had a heart condition.

But it was a minor issue.

In the past eleven years, she had only suffered two episodes. One was at the beginning of her business venture when she fainted from working too much overtime. The other was last year when she was flamed by teammates for being too bad at a video game, sending her heart rate into a frenzy.

However, Ji Minghui always used this heart condition to control her. Not only did she forbid her from working, but she also restricted her freedom, refusing to let her go to crowded or lively places.

It wasn’t that Song Yu was being paranoid or misunderstanding Ji Minghui’s good intentions. It was because she had interrogated Ji Minghui before.

Once, taking advantage of the fact that Ji Minghui was drunk, she specifically asked, “On the day you found out my heart was bad, did you secretly celebrate all night?”

“Because you finally found a legitimate reason to stop me from going out to work.”

Ji Minghui, with blurry, drunken eyes, replied, “No.”

“I didn’t secretly celebrate all night.”

Song Yu didn’t believe her. “Really?”

“Really.” Ji Minghui held her tightly. “Wife, I really didn’t secretly celebrate all night.”

“I only secretly celebrated for half the night.”

“So it wasn’t the whole night.”

Ji Minghui gave a cunning smile. “It was half a night.”

Thinking of this, Song Yu tapped the steering wheel with her finger in regret. It was a pity she lacked experience back then and forgot to record Ji Minghui’s testimony. As a result, when Ji Minghui sobered up the next morning, she immediately recanted, refusing to acknowledge the “half-night celebration” ever happened.

Seeing that Song Yu remained silent, Ji Minghui continued to coax her. “That luxury bag brand you like most just released a limited edition.”

“I’ll buy it for you right now.”

“Okay?”

“Ji Minghui, I don’t want a bag,” Song Yu said. “I want freedom.”

“I only want freedom.”

She shouted the word: “Freedom!”

Ji Minghui’s expression turned serious. “Song Yu, I can give you anything except freedom.”

Her tone was earnest. “Including my life.”

“What do I want your life for?” Song Yu said helplessly. “I’m not a serial killer.”

“I have no interest in your life.”

Ji Minghui paused. “Really?”

She blinked, her voice turning flirtatious. “Then why do you always say you want to kill me when we’re in bed?”

“Ji Minghui!” Song Yu gritted her teeth and cursed, “Can you please have some shame?”

Ji Minghui shook her head. “No.”

She spoke with total confidence. “You’re my wife. Why do I need shame in front of you?”

“I don’t want shame.”

“I only want you.”

These few words from Ji Minghui extinguished Song Yu’s fire once again.

Ji Minghui took the chance to keep coaxing. “Wife, stop making a scene.”

“Your heart is bad. I really can’t worry about you being out alone without a family doctor following you.”

She asked softly, “Do you need me to pick you up?”

Song Yu didn’t speak.

Ji Minghui had no choice but to continue. “Tell me exactly what I did wrong, okay?”

“I’ll change.”

“I’ll change it immediately.”

Song Yu still didn’t speak.

Ji Minghui frowned.

Song Yu had been out of her control for half an hour now. Half an hour was her limit of endurance. If Song Yu didn’t want to come home now, she would definitely go mad.

So, she began to count down. “3, 2…”

Hearing the countdown, Song Yu’s ears twitched.

Before Ji Minghui reached “1,” Song Yu hurriedly interrogated her. “What’s the deal with that Xu You who’s always messaging you and wanting to give you a winery?”

Previously, Ji Minghui would never accept gifts from anyone other than her. But last week, Ji Minghui had accepted a winery from Xu You.

Ji Minghui was stunned for a moment.

Then, she realized. So this was what Song Yu had been sulking about these past few days.

She curled her lips and asked, “Did you check my phone?”

Song Yu shook her head in denial. “I didn’t.”

“I just…”

She said loudly, “I just accidentally saw it!”

Ji Minghui smiled slightly. “Fine, fine, fine.”

“I believe you.”

“You didn’t check my phone on purpose, you just accidentally saw it.”

Ji Minghui didn’t expose her. Based on past experience, if she exposed Song Yu, she would only get more agitated out of embarrassment.

Ji Minghui explained, “You like drinking wine, and I’ve always wanted to give you a winery. But the best ones in this city are all private.”

Song Yu pursed her lips.

“I had to go through many people to get to know the owner of one of them. I wanted to buy it for you,” Ji Minghui explained patiently. “But that owner. Xu You, only wanted to trade the winery for some resources in the entertainment industry to promote her new girlfriend.”

“That’s why Xu You gave the winery to me.”

Song Yu asked, “Really?”

Ji Minghui said, “You can question everything about me, but you can’t question my love for you.”

She joked, “After all, after I spent so much effort to get you, I’ve spent eleven years painstakingly controlling you.”

Song Yu curled her lip and commented with a dark face, “Not funny.”

“Alright,” Ji Minghui said to Song Yu. “Wife, hurry home.”

“The ‘costumes’ you put in the shopping cart? I’ve already bought them.”

She whispered seductively, “I’ll wear them for you when you get home, okay?”

Song Yu asked with a stiff face, “The ‘Cleaning Lady’ set?”

Ji Minghui replied, “And the ‘Delivery Driver’ set.”

After answering, Ji Minghui secretly curled her lip. Song Yu’s tastes had become increasingly strange over the past two years. But it was normal, they had been together for eleven years. Basic styles like “Maid” or “Kitty” had long since bored Song Yu.

That was why the items Song Yu added to the cart lately were slightly eccentric styles like “Cleaning Lady” or “Delivery Driver.”

But it didn’t matter.

She loved Song Yu. She loved her enough to cooperate with all of her bizarre preferences.

Ji Minghui asked, “Wife, how long until you’re home?”

Song Yu replied, “About an hour.”

“I’ll be home in about an hour too.”

Ji Minghui said, “See you in an hour.”

“Wife.”

Song Yu grunted a response. “Mm.”

After ending the call, Song Yu leaned back heavily against the seat.

It wasn’t that she wasn’t trying to escape. It was just that she really had nowhere to run.

In recent years, Ji Minghui had been expanding her business globally, opening branches in every city. She was even collaborating with foreign tech companies to research space vehicles, talking about developing space travel projects like something out of a sci-fi movie.

The problem was that Ji Minghui was a business genius, whatever she touched turned to gold. Soon, every corner of the globe would be under Ji Minghui’s influence. Even outer space might end up with the surname “Ji.” Where could she possibly flee?

Song Yu sighed and decided to accept her fate.

Whatever. She would just make do with Ji Minghui for the rest of this life. If there was a next life, she would definitely live freely and never get tangled up with a persistent madwoman like Ji Minghui again.

Just then, the traffic cleared up, and the cars began to move slowly.

“Going home,” Song Yu stepped on the gas.

As she made a U-turn to head home, thinking of the “Cleaning Lady” and “Delivery Driver” outfits Ji Minghui mentioned, Song Yu, despite her stiff face, couldn’t help but hum a cheerful tune. “Today is a good day…”

Once she got off the second ring road, the traffic disappeared completely.

Song Yu sped toward home. A light rain began to fall. A few minutes later, the rain intensified, and dense droplets smashed against the windshield, blurring her vision.

Song Yu was surprised. “Didn’t the weather forecast say there would be no rain tonight?”

“Why did it suddenly start pouring?”

At that moment, her phone vibrated.

[Ji Minghui: Wife, it’s raining. Drive slowly.]

[Song Yu: None of your business.]

“Today is a good day…” After replying, Song Yu hummed and tapped the brake, wanting to slow down.

But the car didn’t slow down.

Song Yu’s heart skipped a beat. She slammed on the brake, but the speed remained unchanged.

Brake failure?

Impossible. The employees at the vehicle management department inspected her car twice a month. Logically, her car shouldn’t have such a serious malfunction.

But the brakes were indeed failing.

Song Yu calmed her mind. She turned on the hazard lights and began to hold down the horn. Fortunately, there were no pedestrians on the mountain road in the middle of the night. Unfortunately, she was on a downhill slope and couldn’t use friction or resistance to slow down.

Song Yu peered through the window, trying to find a place to buffer or crash-stop. A green belt or a sand pile would be best.

But the rain was too heavy, blurring her sight.

Song Yu took a deep breath. She had dealt with too many “buts” tonight.

Just then, a pedestrian suddenly appeared on the once empty road. The person was crossing the zebra stripes.

It was a red light.

In the emergency, Song Yu didn’t have time to think. She jerked the wheel into a sharp left turn. The car veered into the woods beside the road and slammed into a massive tree at high speed.

At the moment of impact, Song Yu heard the sound of tearing metal and shattering glass. A sharp pain shot through her chest.

Song Yu slowly lowered her head and saw a large shard of glass embedded in her chest.

Due to the massive blood loss, her consciousness began to fade. She knew she was dying.

Her hand reached out weakly to the side. During the crash, her phone had been flung onto the passenger seat. After grabbing it, Song Yu tremblingly dialed Ji Minghui’s number.

The call connected instantly.

Song Yu suddenly felt a wave of sadness. She realized that in the eleven years they had been together, every time she called Ji Minghui, she had answered within seconds.

Ji Minghui’s voice was tender. “Wife, where are you now?”

Song Yu was too weak to speak. She gasped painfully for air.

Ji Minghui sensed something was wrong. She raised her voice, asking anxiously, “Song Yu, what happened?”

Song Yu forced herself to stay conscious. She had one last sentence she wanted to say to Ji Minghui. Even she hadn’t expected that the words she wanted to say most before dying were: “Ji Minghui, I…”