Ji’s mother and Ji Sang had a delightful weekend together. They had booked a high-speed train ticket back to City A at 7 p.m. Ji’s father was particularly reluctant to let Ji’s mother go. For the past two days, Ji’s mother hadn’t been home, and they had numerous video calls. She would say “good morning” when waking up in the morning, ask about lunch and if she had taken good care of herself, and bid her goodnight with a kiss in the evening. In addition to these routine gestures, even the location of her socks required a video call…

Ah ah ah~

Ji Sang was fed a big wave of dog food and felt that Ji’s mother came just to show off their love.

Her parents were really merciless with their heartwarming actions.

Although Ji Sang and her mother had a happy time together, there were also things that made her unhappy. For example, when she said she wouldn’t meet Wen Jian, he actually didn’t meet her…

In the middle of it all, he made a phone call saying that he encountered some work issues and couldn’t join them for dinner, apologizing for not being able to fulfill Auntie’s kind invitation.

Ji Sang had a sharp tongue but a tender heart. If Wen Jian really couldn’t come for dinner, she felt an inexplicable sense of disappointment.

At 6:40 in the evening, Ji Sang accompanied her mother to the high-speed train station, and Wen Jian initiated another video call. In the video, he looked weary, as if he hadn’t slept well. There were dark circles under his eyes, and although he was usually a clean-cut person, he had some stubble on his lips. However, he seemed to be in good spirits, chatting happily with Ji’s mother and mentioning that after finishing his busy schedule in the next couple of days, he wanted to take Ji Sang to meet Ji’s father.

Ji Sang listened by the side and felt goosebumps all over.

What was this? She was going to meet her father…

But seeing the disheveled appearance of the man on the screen, her heart ached.

After Ji’s mother finished her conversation, she handed the phone back to Ji Sang.

Ji Sang leaned her chin on her hand and asked, “Is the work… troublesome?”

Wen Jian paused for a moment. “It’s manageable.”

Ji Sang nodded and responded, “Oh.”

“Sang Sang~”

“Hmm?”

“If…”

“…”

“It’s nothing. You stay with Auntie. I’ll hang up.”

Ji Sang: “…Oh.”

The video call ended abruptly, and Ji Sang stared at the frozen image of the man for two seconds before putting her phone away. Just then, Ji’s mother reminded her about the ticket check, so Ji Sang hurriedly helped her mother with her luggage and the mother-daughter duo waved goodbye.

Once Ji’s mother left, Ji Sang walked out of the high-speed rail station and checked her phone only to discover two unread messages. It must have been too noisy earlier, and she didn’t hear the notification sound.

Ji Sang opened the first message.

It was a notification of a deposit.

Ji Sang’s eyes widened in shock when she saw the amount. He carefully tapped on the zeros three times to make sure she read it correctly.

It was…

Three million?!

Trembling, Ji Sang closed the message and opened WeChat. It was a message from Wen Jian.

【Bride price.】

Ji Sang tapped lightly on her phone to reply: 【???】

A quick response came from the other end, 【If I didn’t finish saying it just now…】

【Sang Sang, if I were to become penniless, at least you would have money to spend.】

Frowning, Ji Sang asked, 【What do you mean?】

After waiting for a while without a reply, Ji Sang pondered for a moment and decided to call him.

Unfortunately, Wen Jian seemed busy and didn’t pick up.

Ji Sang put away her phone and took a taxi home. On the way, she made two more attempts to call Wen Jian, but he still didn’t answer. When it was almost bedtime, she couldn’t let it go and called again.

Unfortunately, the man still didn’t answer.

Ji Sang lay in bed, the blanket between her legs as she rubbed her toes against it. She held her phone and sent a WeChat message to Wen Jian.

【Are you very busy?】

Just as she sent the message, Wen Qian called her.

Wen Qian was probably drunk, mumbling incoherently on the phone. It took Ji Sang quite a while to figure out where she was.

Ji Sang said through the phone, “I’m coming right over. Wait for me there.”

With that, she got up from the bed, casually picked a dress from the wardrobe, threw on a sweater, and hurriedly went out.

Ji Sang arrived at the bar to find Wen Qian slumped over the table, and surprisingly, sitting across from Wen Qian was Wen Zhiyu.

Their eyes met.

Wen Zhiyu wore an unpleasant expression, furrowing his brows deeply. He said, “She insisted on drinking with me. I didn’t do anything.”

Ji Sang felt a strong disdain for Wen Zhiyu’s desperate attempt to distance himself from the situation. She glanced at him with indifferent eyes, didn’t say anything, and bent down to pat Wen Qian’s shoulder, softly calling her, “Qian Qian? Qian Qian? Wake up.”

Wen Qian stirred, her movements sluggish, and she slowly raised her gaze, confused for a moment. Her red eyes looked in the direction of the voice and when she saw Ji Sang, she smiled foolishly.

“Sang Sang, you’re here.”

Ji Sang reached out and touched her face. “Qian Qian, let’s go home.”

She helped Wen Qian up. Wen Qian was completely limp, like she had no bones, and she clung to Ji Sang like an octopus. “Sang Sang, let me tell you, Wen Zhiyu… that… bastard, I… I’ve avenged you!”

“Let me tell you…”

“Listen to me…”

“I… I was pretending to be drunk. Shh… I slapped that bastard… slapped him twice!”

Ji Sang hadn’t noticed before, but Wen Qian was leaning in close, and she finally saw a deep palm print on Wen Qian’s face, with half of her face slightly swollen.

Ji Sang’s heart ached, and she sharply turned her gaze toward Wen Zhiyu, coldly questioning, “Who did this?”

Ji Sang was always gentle and warm. Even when dealing with mischievous students in class, she would never have such a cold demeanor. Suddenly, she looked at Wen Zhiyu with such eyes, and his heart skipped a beat. He instinctively spoke, “It wasn’t me.”

Ji Sang’s eyes quickly shifted to the girl standing behind him.

The girl pursed her lips, stomped her foot, and angrily said, “What’s the matter? I did it. What are you going to do? She hit Zhiyu first!”

“Slap—”

Wen Zhiyu suddenly felt a stinging pain on his face.

The girl let out a scream, looking at Ji Sang in disbelief.

Ji Sang didn’t even spare a glance at the girl. She stared directly at Wen Zhiyu and said, “Wen Zhiyu, this slap is me repaying Wen Qian’s debt.”

Ji Sang used force, and Wen Zhiyu winced in pain.

The girl couldn’t stand it and raised her hand to strike, but Ji Sang glared at her and said, “What’s the matter? You want to hit your sister-in-law before even entering the family?!”

One sentence directly stunned the girl.

Her hand froze in mid-air, and her gaze swiftly shifted to Wen Zhiyu.

Wen Zhiyu finally stood up from his seat, a disdainful sneer escaping his throat. “Ji Sang, who do you think you are? Sister-in-law? Let me tell you! You’re nothing more than a tool for Wen Jian to get back at me.”

“What do you mean?”

“Wen Jian and I have no blood relation. My parents brought him out of an orphanage. He’s just jealous of me, jealous that my parents favor me in everything. That’s why he came up with this plan to deceive you, just to provoke me! Do you really think Wen Jian genuinely likes you? How is that possible? Take a good look at yourself in the mirror and see what kind of person you are!”

Ji Sang stood there stunned, her mind still trying to process everything, when he continued, “All because of you, he’s estranged from the parents who raised him. But from now on, he has nothing to do with our Wen family!”

“…”

Ji Sang first escorted Wen Qian back home.

The intoxicated Wen Qian was quiet, leaning against Ji Sang’s shoulder as she fell asleep.

On the way, Ji Sang couldn’t stop thinking about what Wen Zhiyu had said.

He severed ties with the parents who raised him for your sake!

Severed ties?!

How did it come to that?

She suddenly remembered the message Wen Jian had sent her.

【If I become a penniless, at least you’ll have money to spend.】

Connecting the dots, a painful realization formed in her throbbing head.

There are many ways to repay a debt, and giving money is the most direct way.

So…

【If I become a penniless…】

Could it be that Wen Jian intends to give all the money under his name to his parents, or… Wen Zhiyu?

The more Ji Sang thought about it, the heavier her heart became. It felt like a small hammer was pounding inside her head, making it hard for her to breathe.

…

The car stopped downstairs at Wen Qian’s house. Ji Sang asked the driver to wait for her, then she supported Wen Qian and brought him inside. After settling Wen Qian down, she quickly returned to the car, provided Wen Jian’s company address, and the car sped off.

When Ji Sang arrived, Wen Jian and Lawyer Qin happened to be coming out of the company.

Wen Jian abruptly stopped in his tracks when he saw Ji Sang.

Lawyer Qin glanced at Ji Sang and said, “Well, Mr. Wen, I’ll go back and work on the documents. Shall we meet at the company at 8 a.m. tomorrow?”

Wen Jian nodded in response.

Lawyer Qin tactfully walked away.

Wen Jian walked briskly towards Ji Sang. “Why did you come here so late?”

Ji Sang’s heart shattered into pieces. She reached out and hugged the tall man in front of her, taking a deep breath. His clean scent filled her nostrils as she said in a muffled voice, “I missed you.”

…

In the dark garage.

Wen Jian’s voice was low but it struck Ji Sang’s heart like the melancholic notes of a cello. Her emotions were in turmoil.

He cupped her cheeks, his gaze intense. “It has nothing to do with you.”

“Really?”

Ji Sang blinked her dark eyes and looked closely at the man.

“I will provide support for my…,” he paused when he said ‘parents’ and then continued in a composed tone, “my parents raised me, so it’s only right that I contribute to their living expenses. There’s no need to dwell on it.”

“But…” But the support is too much. Wen Jian is transferring all the properties under his name to his parents tomorrow morning.

The result of the exchange is that Wen Jian’s name will be removed from the Wen family’s household registration.

In the future, it will reflect poorly on Wen Jian. He is willing to sever ties with his parents for the sake of a woman!

Ah!!!

How can there be parents like this?

Even if they’re not biological parents, they should still have feelings. Regardless, they raised Wen Jian!

Wen Jian says it has nothing to do with her, but she knows that she can be seen as the catalyst. Nothing really happened between her and Wen Zhiyu. They merely had the title of boyfriend and girlfriend. But Wen Zhiyu went home and complained, threatening Wen Jian with their parents’ support. Wen Jian’s biological parents sided with their son, and Wen Jian…

What a fool!

This fool immediately agreed to his parents’ proposal.

Ji Sang didn’t know what to say. She stared deeply at Wen Jian, then suddenly moved. Her slender legs crossed over the center console as she sat in Wen Jian’s lap. She held his face in her hands, their sticky gazes locked together. Her face pressed against his, and her red lips met his, imitating the way he had kissed her. Her soft tongue lingered between his lips and teeth…

Wen Jian’s breath became heavier. He couldn’t resist her soft teasing. Her perky breasts rubbed against his chest through their clothes. He leaned back, his voice hoarse with desire, “Sang Sang, do you know what you’re doing…?”

Ji Sang looked at him through her watery eyes, half-closed like a lazy cat. “Mm, I know.”

Wen Jian’s large hand tightly gripped her slender swan-like neck, holding the back of her head and pressing his lips against hers. He immediately took control, his lips and tongue intimately entwined with hers. His strong tongue explored her mouth aggressively, teasing and sucking on her delicate lilac tongue.

The sound of their passionate kissing filled the entire car.

His lower body throbbed with desire, pressing against the junction of Ji Sang’s legs. He provocatively rubbed against her, back and forth, grinding against her thighs.

Ji Sang was wearing a dress with only a pair of underwear underneath. She immediately felt the scorching heat, and a whimper escaped her throat, sounding almost like a sob.

“Mmm… Mm, ah… Ah…”