Chapter 2

Back at the villa, it's already early morning.

I spent half an hour packing my luggage.

After living here for eight years, all I needed to take with me fit into one small suitcase.

The high-end clothes in the dressing room that I never wore, and the jewelry I never put on, I left untouched.

My gaze swept over the vanity table, and I walked over to pull open the drawer.

Inside lay a check, a full fifty million.

Underneath the check was an investment agreement, it was the funding I helped him secure.

Even though my family went bankrupt, the starving camel is still bigger than the horse. These connections from my family are ones Jiang Yu could never reach in his lifetime.

Without my covert assistance, he couldn't have grown the business this big.

I smiled and stuffed the two items into my bag.

Since he's so carefree, the things I gave him, he obviously doesn't care to keep either.

But just then, the sound of a door opening came from downstairs, I frowned slightly, put everything back in place, and went downstairs.

Jiang Yu was placed on the sofa, and Wen Qing was skillfully wiping his body with a towel.

Seeing her like this, she looked more like the mistress of the house.

"Sister is here, Brother Jiang drank too much, I brought him back."

*Sister?*

*You're really good at putting on an act.*

A shameless woman like this who knows she's a homewrecker, truly has thick skin.

"You're taking good care of him, continue." I sneered, turning around, ready to continue packing my things.

But the commotion in the living room woke Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan rubbed his sleepy eyes as he appeared behind me, muttering, "Mom, you're so loud."

Once he saw the people not far away, the boy became exceptionally excited.

"Mrs. Wen, why are you here?"

Mrs. Wen?

I frowned even more, grabbing Xiao Fan's arm as he tried to run over.

"Xiao Fan, you call her mom?"

Xiao Fan turned around, without hesitation, hitting my arm with his small fists.

"Dad told me to call her that, I've always called her that. Mrs. Wen is more like a mom than you are."

"She, more like a mom than me?"

"You never do what a mom should do, besides cooking and washing clothes, what else can you do! Let go of me!"

A six-year-old, at the age of speaking without reservation.

But these words pierced my heart like a steel needle.

It severed my last bit of reluctance towards this family.

I numbly let go, watching Xiao Fan rush over, hugging Wen Qing's waist, full of affection.

In an instant, I understood that I had long been an outsider in this family.

Wen Qing looked up at me, her words full of apology, her eyes full of provocation.

"Sister, don't blame Xiao Fan, he just woke up cranky."

I waved my hand, feeling too powerless to speak.

"Sister, now that I've brought Brother Jiang back, I'll be going first."

Wen Qing pushed Xiao Fan away, leaned down and whispered something in his ear, and then turned and left gracefully.

Xiao Fan kept watching until Wen Qing closed the door, then walked toward me with his eyebrows furrowed, pouting. Passing by me, he even lifted his foot to kick me.

"It's all your fault! Otherwise, Mrs. Wen could live here!"

Then he went back to his room, slamming the door shut with a bang.

Ha... No wonder my Xiao Fan isn't close to me.

With Jiang Yu and Wen Qing pulling the strings, Xiao Fan probably sees me as the enemy who broke up their family of three.

Fine, husband, child, I'll give them to you.

I put the key on the cabinet, took the agreement and check, and walked away without looking back.

In this world, love is fake, only money is real.

I really want to see how you rebound without my help.