The Pampered Wife Has Decided to Divorce - Chapter 2

Give me an outfit that looks like I can give birth to eight kids right away.

Sang Li was a VVVVVVIP client at every luxury boutique in City H.

Normally, boutique managers would bring their staff and their own models directly to Sang Li for a private, door-to-door service.

However, Jiang Yun’s school was not far from Jiangnan Street, and the luxury boutique district happened to be right there on Jiangnan Street.

Sang Li simply decided to make a detour, wash his hair, get his styling done, have afternoon tea, and then head over to the school.

Consequently, the bodyguard entourage lined up and waited at the entrance as Sang Li went downstairs.

Jiang Xiucheng had hired a bodyguard team for Sang Li, which was a team in the truest sense of the word, a full twenty people, split evenly between men and women. Usually, they took turns accompanying Sang Li when he went out, patrolling the villa, and stepping in with quick-witted tongues to win arguments whenever Sang Li got into fights with others.

The bodyguards all looked thoroughly average and common.

The male bodyguards had fierce-looking faces, while the female bodyguards had calves thicker than Sang Li’s.

Countless times, Sang Li had suggested to Jiang Xiucheng, asking why, just why, he couldn’t be given a team of handsome and beautiful bodyguards instead. Every single time, his request was ruthlessly crushed.

It was so depressing.

Sometimes, Sang Li felt that living a life where he could only go on shopping sprees with these plain, ordinary bodyguards was seriously so boring.

Sigh.

From his walk-in closet that occupied half a floor, Sang Li casually grabbed a handbag, put on a small duck-billed cap to cover up hair he was too lazy to comb, and unhappily climbed into the ultra-flashy, small sports car, one of only three limited editions worldwide, that Jiang Xiucheng had bought for him.

The fanfare when he went out on the street was more eye-catching than that of an A-list celebrity.

The bright orange sports car was flanked by a Rolls-Royce bodyguard vehicle both front and back. Even though the speed limit wasn’t high, it zoomed down the main street with an arrogant, full-throttle engine roar, fully reflecting Sang Li’s low civic manners and rather dubious moral values.

The luxury boutique he was visiting today had closed its doors early. The manager, accompanied by the staff, came down to the basement garage in person to welcome him, escorted Sang Li out of the car, and asked what he needed today.

Sang Li thought about it seriously: “Give me an outfit that looks exceptionally maternal and wifely, the kind where people can tell right away I’m capable of having eight kids.”

The boutique manager: “What?”

Outrageous though the request was, the manager still tried his best, leading Sang Li straight to the VIP room and having the models line up for Sang Li to pick from.

“This one won’t do.”

“This one won’t do either, it’s too slutty.”

After finishing the last bite of his ice cream, Sang Li declared with solemn seriousness: “I’m going to a parent-teacher conference, not trying to seduce my husband. Give me some decent clothes!”

One of the models who had just started working recently asked a deeply philosophical question: “लेकिन why would you need to have eight kids just to attend a parent-teacher conference?”

Sang Li: “Oh.”

All in all.

Two hours later, Sang Li had chosen his clothes, finished his styling, and, riding in his little sports car, appeared right on time, oh wait, arrived right down to the wire at the school gates of young classmate Jiang Yun.

Because Jiang Yun’s school was an extremely famous, notoriously difficult-to-enter aristocratic private school with very strict requirements for parents.

Typically, there were multiple rounds of screening upon entry, along with all sorts of requirements and activities, though Jiang Xiucheng or his team of secretaries always handled those. Sang Li never bothered with any of it.

He had neither met Jiang Yun’s teachers nor, much less, the school’s principal.

To be precise, ever since they got married, Jiang Xiucheng basically never allowed Sang Li to go out into situations involving strangers like this.

At first, Sang Li felt a bit puzzled. As time went on, much like a bird kept in captivity for too long, whenever he had to face outsiders, Sang Li always felt a bit nervous.

Not to mention the task of having an academic slacker attend a parent-teacher conference!

Leaving his bodyguards to wait at the school gates and entering from the main entrance, Sang Li quickly lost all sense of direction.

He earnestly tried to make sense of the signposts.

The English letters in front of him and he were not particularly well-acquainted.

To top it all off, many of the parents attending the meeting had already arrived early.

Sang Li looked around anxiously and spotted a few people in business suits a short distance away, talking as they walked up the steps.

Although they were all wearing suits, the others either had protruding bellies or were quite bald.

At a single glance, Sang Li took a liking to the man walking right in the middle: he had a full head of hair, a slender figure, broad shoulders and a straight back that looked sharp in a suit, and he was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

What can you do? A sucker for good looks is just like that.

“Hello?”

Sang Li sidestepped like a crab, stopped two steps higher up the staircase, waved at the man, and asked very reasonably and naturally, “Are you here for the parent-teacher conference too? I can’t find my way. Can you show me the way for a little bit?”

The man seemed stunned.

The bald man in a suit standing nearby spoke up first: “Go up the stairs, turn left at the end, walk until you reach the bell tower, then turn right, and…”

“That far?”

Sang Li promptly skipped down two steps and fell in behind the group: “Are you guys going there too? I’ll tag along with you then.”

The bald man in a suit: “Goodness.”

This outsider’s intrusion made it impossible for anyone to continue with the heavy flattery and adulation they had been offering.

Many of the subsequent matters also came to an abrupt halt.

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

Unfortunately, Sang Li himself never felt like he was a fifth wheel: “Why aren’t you guys talking?”

Everyone: “Silence.”

Sang Li felt like he had found a kindred spirit: “Is your mood for coming to the parent-teacher conference just as heavy as mine?”

Everyone: “Indeed.”

Sang Li expounded on his thoughts: “Right? I think so too. That expert is seriously sick in the head. Why can’t he just do his proper research instead of coming here to lecture us? If I had the capacity to absorb any of that knowledge, I would’ve gone to study at Cambridge or Harvard long ago. Would I ever need him to lecture me?”

The soon-to-be-over winter wind blew through with a few chilly gusts.

It whipped the very last tuft of hair on top of the bald man’s head into a fluttering mess, making him look utterly exhausted as he forced out: “Sir, actually, the expert we’re having today is also a Cambridge graduate.”

“Oh, then he must be doing terribly to have fallen so low as to come and lecture here for extra cash.”

Sang Li offered a prompt review: “He’s no good.”

The man walking right in the middle suddenly let out a soft laugh.

Sang Li tilted his head to look at him: “What are you laughing at?”

The luxury boutique had finally put together an outfit for Sang Li consisting of a white high-necked cashmere base layer, an outer short khaki-gray goose-down jacket, and finished it off with a matching rabbit-fur scarf and a pom-pom rabbit-fur hat. It made his face look even more tender, youthful, and fair, so that at first glance he looked just like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old student.

The man’s gaze lingered on Sang Li for a moment before sweeping past, as if asking casually: “Then what kind of person would you consider good?”

“My husband is very good! He knows how to make money, he knows how to cook, and he’s super capable.”

Sang Li refused to walk properly on the stairs, hopping and skipping his way up, the Martin boots at his ankles outlining his thin and straight legs: “If that expert had even half of my husband’s… Ah!”

Someone who didn’t walk properly got what was coming to him.

His genuine leather-soled Martin boots slipped on the glass steps, and Sang Li instantly lost his balance, instinctively reaching out to grab anything within arm’s reach around him.

The person beside him grabbed his arm in a single swift motion and gave a gentle tug, pulling Sang Li back up.

The sudden momentum caused Sang Li to crash hard into his savior’s chest: “Ouch, it hurts so much.”

Being someone who absolutely couldn’t stand pain, tears welled up in Sang Li’s eyes in an instant, swimming and shimmering within his bright pupils.

He reached out to hold his nose in anguish, and after finally waiting for the sharp pain to subside a bit, he immediately shifted the blame: “What the hell, why are you so hard?”

The man looked down at him.

Only then did Sang Li notice that this person was exceptionally tall, and when he looked over with a cold and indifferent expression, it carried a tremendous sense of oppression.

Rather terrifying.

“Oh.”

Accustomed to bullying the soft and fearing the hard, only daring to act tough at home, Sang Li shrank his neck, but it still hurt.

Suddenly, he felt a bit wronged.

Originally, today he should have been calm, composed, and effortlessly browsing through whatever store’s trash cans, flyswatters, and polo mallets he fancied; but instead, he was stumbling, scrambling, unfamiliar with the place, and forced to walk this long road with a bunch of bald guys just to attend a parent-teacher conference.

Sang Li pouted, even his voice unconsciously carrying a bit of blustering temper: “You, you help me check if my flawless, three-and-a-half-centimeter-high nose tip got bruised!”

Jiang Xiucheng never let Sang Li experience a single hint of unhappiness.

The servants at home, the bodyguards, and even the auntie who bought groceries and cooked meals all revolved around Sang Li.

Let alone shopping trips: from managers and staff to models, from small retail goods to auction house collectibles, and even parking valet services, everything was handled in a seamless one-stop operation.

Even when going to banquets, concerts, or chasing stars, the celebrities would take the initiative to come over and strike up a conversation, pose for photos, and even add him on WeChat.

As long as he spoke up, he could have the entire world he wanted.

Because of this, Sang Li had been spoiled out of any resemblance to a normal person, growing so delicate that he couldn’t stand the slightest bump or scrape.

The tone of his voice was clearly somewhat angry, yet the tail end of it carried the sweet, spoiled coo of someone who had never tasted hardship in their life.

A sweetness he wasn’t even aware of himself.

The man’s fingertips were icy cold, perhaps related to the fact that he was still wearing only a suit in such cold weather.

Those freezing fingertips brushed against Sang Li’s pert, exquisite nose tip before quickly pulling away.

“No, it’s still three-and-a-half centimeters.”

The man said.

Sang Li was frozen by the chill for a full second before reacting: “Are you sure? Seriously not a single millimeter shorter? Ugh, it’s all your fault for crashing into me. I should’ve gone and taken out insurance for my nose.”

The man let out a soft scoff, ignored Sang Li completely, turned around, and walked up ahead first.

The suit-wearing bald man and suit-wearing potbelly man who had been walking beside him hurried to catch up, their voices carrying tones of reprimand: “This is where you’re being unreasonable. Just now, Professor Ji clearly saved you. How can you return kindness with enmity?”

“That’s right. Our school’s ethos puts cultivating virtue above all else. This parent, behavior like yours probably doesn’t meet our school’s principles.”

“You should apologize to Mr. Ji immediately. We now have to seriously consider whether your child is suitable to continue studying at our school.”

Sang Li finally understood this very last sentence.

He blinked his eyes and stopped in his tracks: “Do you guys mean you’re going to expel my little cub?”

The suit-wearing bald man and suit-wearing potbelly man said: “Look at that, your child is at least a middle schooler, yet you still call him a cub. Your parenting and upbringing clearly cannot produce a child suitable for our school.”

“Oh no.”

A single teardrop that had been brewing since just a moment ago rolled out of the corner of Sang Li’s eye.

Soon, two drops, three drops.

Even when crying he looked good, his red-rimmed eyes looking innocent and pure. He didn’t make a sound, nor did he curse anyone; he just let large, heavy teardrops fall patter-patter, making him look exceptionally pitiful.

Sang Li sniffled in the cold wind, took out his phone, and shed yet another tear: “Okay, fine then. Then you guys call Jiang Xiucheng yourselves and tell him. Just say you’re going to expel my little cub. Wuwu, wuwu, wuwuwu.”

The name “Jiang Xiucheng” floated swiftly away into the silent air.

The bald man in the suit froze.

The potbelly man in the suit was dumbfounded too.

After a brief, dead silence.

The person closest to Sang Li asked him very politely and humbly: “Excuse me, what is your relationship with Jiang Yun?”

“Wuwu. Jiang Yun, Jiang Yun is my little cub, wuwu.” Having caught a chill from inhaling the cold wind, Sang Li let out a crying hiccup and said intermittently, “Jiang Xiucheng is my husband.”

Sang Li also added politely and humbly: “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I couldn’t attend this school without apologizing. Can I have Jiang Xiucheng apologize to you guys?”

Potbelly man in a suit and bald men in suits: “Speechless.”