Chapter 60#

After smashing the red wine, Jiang Qin left Jin Yan to awkwardly clean up the living room while he angrily went to sleep.

As a result, in the middle of the night, Jin Yan groped his way into bed, pinned him down, and ate him many times.

For a male animal like CEO Jin, who was in his prime, had a huge appetite, and had been starved for almost a year, the most unbearable thing was being given a bite and then suddenly having the food taken away. Jiang Qin understood this himself, so he didn’t kick Jin Yan out of bed immediately after waking up. However, when he groggily heard Jin Yan muttering, “I want to kiss here too…” he suddenly jolted awake: “What did you say?”

Jin Yan: “…”

“What does ’too’ mean?”

Jin Yan: “…”

“You can never forget Fang Yuan in this lifetime, can you?!”

Jin Yan: “…”

Jin Yan finally realized that the meat in his mouth tonight was about to fly away. Following the principle of eating as much as possible while he could, he immediately forced Jiang Qin down for some XXOO while simultaneously whispering sweet nothings, swearing oaths… and then was beaten by Jiang Qin with old fists, ending up with bumps all over his head before even getting out of bed.

That night, Li Meng called Tashi in tears: “Boohoo, my daddy and mommy are fighting again, I’m so scared~ Can you bring some fried chicken cutlets when you come to keep me company?”

Tashi felt duty-bound. Carrying chicken cutlets in his left hand and goat milk in his right, he arrived at Li Meng’s house, completely ignoring the various strange noises coming from the first-floor bedroom, and went straight to the second floor to see his sheep son without looking sideways.

The next day, when Jiang Qin angrily went out, he saw Tashi and Li Meng sitting side by side in the dining room feeding the little sheep. He suspiciously wondered why he kept seeing him these past two days. Did Jin Yan promote him to be Li Meng’s personal bodyguard? One couldn’t be careless with the people around one’s son; wages should be raised when necessary.

Jiang Qin and Jin Yan, this little couple, usually looked like decent people, but once they quarreled, they both turned into chuunibyou teenagers. Things like “You didn’t finish my loving lunch, you must not love me anymore,” “Why did you drive to pick me up on a rainy day instead of holding an umbrella and waiting for me at the door with a melancholic look,” “I knew you were interested in the delivery guy downstairs (the delivery guy got shot countless times), you don’t love me anymore, I don’t care about the whole world, let me disappear silently alone…” Fortunately, Guan Feng didn’t know, otherwise he would have enough laughing stock for the rest of his life.

Jiang Qin and Jin Yan were extremely jealous of each other because of Fang Yuan. Afterwards, Jin Yan went to work, and Jiang Qin, feeling unwilling after thinking about it, also went to work—at Shi Xing Entertainment.

He didn’t tell anyone and went wearing a shirt and jeans. After finishing a meeting, Jin Yan led several senior managers back to his office for a talk. As soon as they entered, they saw Jiang Qin sitting in the boss’s chair with his legs crossed, intently browsing his computer.

Jin Yan was instantly struck by lightning and said, “You, you, you…”

“You what?”

“…How can you go through my things! Do you know about invading my privacy rights!”

Jiang Qin glanced sideways and slowly turned the monitor around. A row of windows on the computer screen showed a photo collection of a Korean pretty boy group’s concert.

Jin Yan: “…”

CEO Jin was immediately terrified.

Seeing a good show, the senior managers excitedly hid outside the door, peeking in. The ladies from the secretarial department brought candies, sunflower seeds, coffee, green tea… and came out enthusiastically to watch CEO Jin’s misfortune.

“Jin Yan,” Jiang Qin said expressionlessly, “You actually hooked up with a gigolo behind my back.”

Jin Yan instantly roared: “I didn’t! I can explain! They are all artists newly introduced by the company from Korea. The PR manager sent me the photo collection, and I don’t know why it automatically saved. I originally wanted to delete it, but my hand slipped that day and I deleted the wrong thing, and when I restored it, I forgot about this. My sincerity to you can be shown to heaven and earth, it’s deeply moving, and I’m really not a fan of Korean stars. Please, please don’t abandon me, I won’t divorce even if I die—!”

Jin Yan nimbly knelt down with a thud and hugged his thigh, rubbing against the newly replaced wool carpet a couple of times.

“It’s okay,” Jiang Qin said, “It’s a man’s nature to love the new and loathe the old. I understand.”

He silently closed the computer, silently stood up, and silently dragged Jin Yan, a human sandbag weighing eighty kilograms, walking to the elevator while supporting himself against the wall step by step.

The crowd watching the excitement spontaneously made way for him, their minds filled with melodramatic plots like the devoted original spouse building the empire together, the scumbag husband turning ruthless once rich, the original spouse being miserably cast aside to make way for the mistress… stories that make listeners sad and viewers weep, happily filling in the blanks in their heads.

Jin·Scumbag·Yan hugged the original spouse’s thigh and wouldn’t let go, squatting in front of the elevator door wailing like a ghost: “Honey, what are you doing! I’ve already hidden the household register and marriage certificate—! I promise to format the entire computer tomorrow, please believe me, I really didn’t hook up with a gigolo, their faces are all plastic surgery—!”

Jiang Qin struggled to pull his thigh out and said coldly, “It doesn’t matter, I don’t care.”

“No, you obviously care very much! Honey, I know it’s because I mentioned that guy named Fang last night—”

Jiang Qin glared, and Jin Yan instantly bit his tongue.

“Enough,” Jiang Qin said proudly, “Suspicion and distrust are the reefs of marriage. I think we both need to separate and calm down… By the way, Guan Feng invited me to his house for tea, and I agreed.”

The elevator dinged, and Jiang Qin walked in with his head held high. Jin Yan maintained the posture of a “wife-waiting stone” hugging his legs, vaguely seeing the cooked tender meat flapping its wings and flying past his mouth with its nose proudly in the air.

Holy·Fucking·Shit, going to starve again tonight!

So Jiang Qin ran to Guan Feng’s house and enjoyed his first good meal since getting out of prison—for the past two days, he had been pinned to the bed for XXOO XXOO OOXX OXXO XXO, so he didn’t really taste much when eating—so he was very satisfied and told Guan Feng: “The method you taught me worked.”

Guan Feng was baffled: “What did I teach you?”

“Didn’t you say that to deal with Jin Yan, you have to give him a taste of his own medicine?”

“…Huh?”

So Jiang Qin told him about finding the photos of the Korean pretty boy group on Jin Yan’s computer. After listening, Guan Feng expressed that his (hidden) thirst for knowledge was fully satisfied and commented: “Although what I meant by ‘a taste of his own medicine’ was that if Jin Yan didn’t reply to my text messages, I would crush his phone and stuff it down his throat… but your spirit of applying what you’ve learned is worthy of praise!”

Jiang Qin modestly expressed that he was far from enough and could do even better.

“However,” Guan Feng asked, “Why would Jin Yan save photos of Koreans on his computer? Even if it’s work…”

“Oh, it’s like this. I saw the photo collection when I was going through his recycle bin, so I dragged it out and put it on the desktop.”

Guan Feng: “…”

“Create conditions if there are none,” Jiang Qin said with peace of mind. “Actually, going through his computer for so long was also very tiring for me.”

Probably seeing Guan Feng’s twitching expression, Jiang Qin thought for a moment and defended himself: “Besides, Jin Yan used to pry open my diary with a small knife quite often. Do you know he even registered a QQ account pretending to be an eighteen-year-old Audition girl to hit on me? After being exposed, he secretly took a photo of the delivery guy downstairs as his avatar and pretended to be a handsome young man sending ambiguous seductive text messages to my phone… Honestly, the Jin family’s education really worries me. A fifty-word text message had six typos.”

Jiang Qin took a sip of tea and said seriously, “I corrected them and sent it back to him.”

Guan Feng: “…”

Guan Feng took out a notebook and asked with a serious face: “Accountant, can you give me an autograph?”