The Pampered Wife Has Decided to Divorce - Chapter 3

My husband is cheating, and I am going to catch the other man.

Ten minutes later.

The suit-wearing bald man, the suit-wearing pot-bellied man, and the rest of the entourage personally escorted Sang Li into the venue. They repeatedly explained to Sang Li that the school simply did not have a palanquin on hand, so they could only trouble Sang Li to walk himself. They promised that next time, they would definitely prepare a palanquin for Sang Li and carry it themselves, strictly ensuring that Sang Li would never have to suffer through walking up the stairs again.

With his rabbit-like eyes swollen red from crying, Sang Li felt flattered and expressed that it was totally unnecessary and that he was completely fine walking by himself.

How could he possibly be fine?!

Putting aside City H, looking globally, who would not recognize the Jiang surname of Jiang Xiucheng? Not to mention the rumored, mysterious wife of Jiang Xiucheng, the person who single-handedly brought Jiang Xiucheng back from abroad to relocate the ancestral home and the Jiang family foundation to the domestic country, and who had never once shown his face in public.

Jiang Yun’s parent-teacher conferences were usually attended by Jiang Xiucheng’s chief assistant. Who could have known that this time, it would be Jiang Yun’s actual daddy?

Jiang Xiucheng, a name that made the social circles feel both glory and terror.

Even if he seemed well-behaved domestically, the Jiang family was equally renowned abroad.

The moment several school board members heard Sang Li’s phone pick up and Jiang Xiucheng’s voice come from the other end, their hearts had already died.

After personally escorting Sang Li into the venue, instructing staff to immediately send over pastries and snacks, and asking the principal to come over and accompany him right away, the several school board members turned around.

They saw the bodyguards accompanying Sang Li.

Thud.

That was the sound of the school board members’ angina acting up.

The lead bodyguard wore a blank expression, reading out a few brief sentences from the document like a death notice: “Gentlemen, I am very sorry. You no longer need to come back.”

They were hardly even surprised.

This was the Jiang family.

Or rather.

This was Jiang Xiucheng.

Every single day Jiang Yun spent here pasted a more class-attracting nameplate onto the school. Similarly, risks always coexisted with profits.

Jiang Xiucheng’s ruthlessness and cruelty were almost in direct proportion to the peak of the Jiang family’s power.

Given this trajectory of development, domestic was not actually his best choice.

But it was said that his beloved partner did not like living abroad.

“Thank you, Mr. Jiang, for showing mercy.”

After a brief silence, the oldest school board member nodded toward the bodyguard.

Completely oblivious to all of this, Sang Li rubbed his eyes and walked timidly into the auditorium.

All the parents were already seated, and only he was sneaking around in the huge auditorium looking for a seat, looking exceptionally abrupt, but this seat was truly too hard to find!

Just as Sang Li wished he could curl up and shrink into a corner under the curious gazes of others.

The principal brought the director, the director brought the coordinator, and the coordinator brought snacks and tea as they sprinted all the way, suddenly stopping side by side in front of Sang Li: “This way, please!”

“Ah, thank you.”

Sang Li sat right in the very center of the front row, with three characters written on the nameplate in front of him: Principal’s Seat.

Sang Li was silent and hesitant: “This is where the principal sits. Is it appropriate for me to sit here?”

“Appropriate, entirely appropriate.”

Sitting next to Sang Li, the principal grabbed the nameplate and quickly had the director take it away. “You’ve had a hard time walking all the way here. Have a look and see if these pastries suit your taste. If they are not to your liking, I will have someone go buy more.”

This treatment finally made Sang Li feel a familiar sense of comfort.

He rediscovered the feeling of being in a VVVVVVIP VIP lounge.

He tasted a pastry; it did not taste nearly as good as what was made at home, nor was it the flavor he liked.

However, Sang Li still retained a lingering fear of the principal and teachers, feeling that making the principal go buy snacks for a little parent like himself was still not quite right. Therefore, he held back and only took two sips of water.

The principal took the initiative to introduce him: “This time, we invited someone who graduated from Cambridge with a major in psychology to give a preliminary analysis of the theoretical factors behind child growth motivation.”

“What frozen chicken?”

“Growth motivation contributory factors.”

“Oh oh, do frozen chickens grow too?”

“Well.”

The principal felt despair toward illiteracy.

Unfortunately, Sang Li did not understand his despair and studiously raised a question: “Then can roasted chickens grow?”

“They can.”

The principal decided to go against his conscience. “Roasted chickens grow into turkeys, and some even mutate into roast ducks. These are all magical powers of science.”

Sang Li let out an exclamation: “Then that sounds very fragrant.”

The lighting color on stage shifted slightly.

The principal was finally able to end this matter of roasted chicken and roast duck, letting out a heavy sigh of relief: “Look, Professor Ji, who just walked over onto the stage, is the expert for today.”

The principal said: “Professor Ji’s family has been a family of scholars since his great-grandfather’s generation, and he is also very good at archaeology. To this day, his family still keeps many genuine works and rare items. It’s just that Professor Ji himself has average interest in archaeology, which is why he chose to major in psychology instead.”

Sang Li thought to himself why he looked a little familiar.

The figure wearing a suit drew closer and closer. Staff members pulled out a chair for him, and the expert Ji sat down.

Sang Li stared in utter shock.

Their eyes met.

Sang Li’s vision went dark as he abruptly stood up.

The principal was startled by Sang Li’s sudden movement: “What is wrong with you?”

There was no time left to explain the scene!

With a solemn expression, Sang Li declared: “My husband is cheating, and I am going to catch the other man.”

Ah, is it that sudden?

Having accidentally learned of a high-society secret, the principal momentarily did not know how to respond, and in a daze, hurriedly stood up to offer Sang Li his seat.

Ji Boting’s unhurried voice drifted over: “Thank you, everyone, for eagerly raising your hands. Since the gentleman right in the middle of the front row stood up first, let’s give our time to him first. Host, please pass him a microphone.”

Front row.

Right in the middle.

Sang Li froze in place and glanced around.

No one was holding an umbrella for him.

Only the host resolutely extended the microphone: “Hello, sir, what would you like to share with us?”

Sang Li had no idea what Ji Boting had asked.

The situation no longer allowed him to dodge.

Looking at the microphone in front of him, inspiration struck him in his panic: “Professor Ji, sharing is out of the question; I stood up simply because I was too excited. I am your academic fan!”

The host stared in silence.

Sang Li spoke without missing a beat, saying piously: “Before coming here, I even wrote a letter for you, wanting to hand it to you personally.”

“Oh?”

Ji Boting gazed intently at Sang Li and nodded after a long moment: “Good, bring it over and give it to me.”

Sang Li wondered what was happening.

Although, but.

Sang Li: “Going up there right now would waste too much of the other parents’ time. May I wait until the end to give it to you?”

“You may.”

Ji Boting’s expression remained calm as he withdrew his gaze: “Since this parent has no intention of sharing, let us return to the previous topic.”

Listening to lectures was still far too exhausting.

Especially sitting in the front row listening to a lecture, which was both boring and impossible to sleep through.

As for the letter, of course, no such thing existed. How could a big professor possibly have the time to actually collect stationery from him?

When his phone battery dropped down to just three percent, Sang Li began, quite maliciously, resting his chin on his hand to study whether Ji Boting leaned to the left or the right.

It seemed to be the left.

There was a crease.

But wasn’t that crease a bit too small?

Then it must be the right.

In that case, it would not be as big as Jiang Xiucheng’s.

It even looked quite friendly.

Sang Li bit the tip of his pen, checked the box next to the word “right,” and then began estimating the specific dimensions, listing a row of numbers underneath.

22?

23?

18?

Let’s guess a small one.

Sang Li put a checkmark next to 18.

After careful consideration, he wrote a sharp review next to it: “Mediocre.”

Just as he finished writing, he heard Ji Boting on stage finally say: “Alright, everyone, let’s stop here for today.”

Prison time was over!

Sang Li let out a huge stretch, stood up, and was about to leave.

Only to hear Ji Boting’s next sentence: “Staff in the front row, please bring that parent’s letter over to me. Thank you.”

Oh no, absolutely not!

Before Sang Li had time to refuse, the staff member standing beside him had already picked up the piece of wicked paper in front of him: “Sir, is this the one?”

Sang Li was speechless.

The crowd was retreating, and some parents looked like they wanted to chat with Ji Boting a bit more.

Sang Li attempted to escape reality: “Excuse me, Professor Ji, it seems I lost the letter.”

Ji Boting remained calm and unruffled: “No matter. Since this piece of paper is your reflection written while listening to the lecture, bringing it over will be just the same.”

Sang Li felt defeated.

What reflection.

Your very small reflection, you mean?

Forget it.

Maybe intellectual people can’t understand such lewd things.

Watching the criminal evidence fall into the enemy’s hands, Sang Li finally got up in despair and slipped away without looking back, accompanied by the principal.

Ami tofu.

Let him and Ji Boting never see each other again!

Outside the venue.

Bodyguards stood waiting in a row: “Madam, President Jiang is waiting for you in the car.”

Ten years.

The feudal and conservative Jiang family from the maids to the bodyguards insisted on calling him madam.

Sang Li grew even more desperate: “He’s back already?”

The bodyguard took Sang Li’s bag: “Yes, President Jiang just got off the plane and rushed right over, and the young master is here too.”

His wish to play wildly tonight had also gone down the drain, what an unlucky day.

Sang Li pattered along behind the bodyguard, taking only two steps before a girl wearing a down jacket called out to him from behind: “Sir! Please stay.”

The girl caught up to him: “Hello, I’m the staff member from the front row earlier, and also Professor Ji’s student. You might not have noticed me.”

Danger!

Danger!

Sang Li took a step back.

The girl smiled brightly: “Professor Ji read your message paper and said that your content had nothing to do with the topic he lectured on. He asked me to check whether you handed in the wrong one.”

Sang Li froze.

“N-no, I didn’t hand in the wrong one.”

Sang Li was stubborn. “I am a person of exceptional erudition. I have my own unique thoughts.”

Whether the girl believed him or not, she thought for a moment and said: “Then could you leave me your contact info? Professor Ji might want to discuss things further with you later.”

The principal was still standing nearby and kindly advised upon hearing this: “Mr. Sang, Professor Ji is extremely difficult to book. If you can communicate with him, then regarding your future child-rearing issues…”

“What are you talking about?”

A detached and faint tone drifted over from afar, sounding peaceful at first listen, yet turning cold upon closer inspection.

A tall and straight figure stepped over the stone steps below one by one.

The man wore a loose, dark gray cashmere overcoat with exceptional cut and fabric. The suit underneath was neatly ironed with smooth curves, and his handmade leather shoes made almost no sound as he walked, further emphasizing his vigorous stride.

He walked over to Sang Li, took off his own overcoat, and naturally draped it over Sang Li’s shoulders. Then, wrapping his arm around him, he pulled Sang Li into his embrace.

This was an exceptionally aggressive and territorial gesture.

Yet Sang Li was already long used to it, habitually burrowing into the man’s arms and speaking in a spoiled, cutesy voice out of instinct: “Husband.”

Thus, Jiang Xiucheng bundled this little tree sloth into his arms.

This action seemed to produce some kind of magical chemical reaction, causing the biting chill and aloofness exuding from Jiang Xiucheng to miraculously recede entirely, making him inexplicably much more human.

It even prompted him to take the initiative to nod at the principal: “Principal Wang, thank you for taking care of Lily.”

Someone who could make this person take the initiative to greet them was either already in the grave or gone to the afterlife.

The principal was so startled that he hurriedly grasped Jiang Xiucheng’s hand with both hands: “Not at all, not at all. It is my honor, it makes our school shine with brilliance, brings fivefold blessings, and shines with auspicious stars to welcome you and your esteemed madam to personally visit and guide.”

Sang Li lifted his head from Jiang Xiucheng’s arms: “Husband, did the bodyguard tell you? You must remember to call those school board members and apologize, otherwise they’ll be angry and expel baby.”

The principal was shocked out of his wits: “There is absolutely no such thing!”

Jiang Xiucheng instead said: “I’ve already apologized, don’t worry.”

Sang Li sighed in relief.

Jiang Xiucheng asked: “Do you want to walk yourself or be carried?”

Sang Li had no desire to walk himself, so he very skillfully acted spoiled and honey-toned: “Cold, want to be carried.”

The principal stood in silence.

Jiang Xiucheng’s car drove directly into the school, parking right beside the flight of steps.

Sang Li had never been good at eating properly since he was young, with slender arms and legs. The huge difference in their builds became even more pronounced when Jiang Xiucheng picked Sang Li up, his broad shoulders of nearly one meter nine could almost completely shield the person in his arms, preventing anyone else from seeing even a sliver.

Not getting an answer, the female student returned to Ji Boting’s side: “Professor, I didn’t get the contact info in time, it seems his husband came.”

Ji Boting did not answer her, his gaze following the direction of those two figures far away.

He watched Jiang Xiucheng carry Sang Li into the car, get in himself, and close the door.

Naturally, the girl saw this scene too: “His husband seems extremely wealthy, and also dotes on him a lot. Being carried even for that short distance is way too pampered, he’s not a child.”

“Utterly undisciplined, what kind of behavior is this.”

Ji Boting turned around and said coldly.