Being A Shrew to My Ex-Husband After Our Divorce Chapter 3

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

According to Tang Yitong, this robot was an exceptionally advanced AI product possessing extremely high intelligence. It had the capability to control all the smart electrical appliances within the house.

“Mistress, please have some fruits,” Xiao Xiao said, placing the fruit platter onto the coffee table.

“You know how to cut fruits?” Su Yan inquired, a note of surprise in her voice.

“Xiao Xiao knows everything. Please enjoy, master.” With that, the wheels beneath Xiao Xiao’s feet whirred, and it glided away to attend to other household chores.

“Hehe, how fun!” Su Yan let out a laugh.

Who wouldn't be charmed by such a cute and capable little companion?

After some time had passed, Su Yan sought out Aunt Liu and stated, “Aunt Liu, the latter half of your annual salary has been transferred to you. Kindly check if you have received it.”

Aunt Liu paused her work and replied hesitantly, “Miss Su, I apologize. I’m afraid I cannot continue to serve you…”

In the master bedroom on the second floor.

Gazing at the vacant room, Su Yan could no longer hold back her tears.

No matter how resilient a person might be, moments of crumbling are inevitable. Furthermore, crying is a natural expression for women.

After suppressing her emotions for an entire morning, she could finally contain them no longer!

It had been three years, three complete years of marriage, yet she had gained nothing from it.

A peaceful separation?

Naturally, she had to make this move. The reason being, the cinnabar mole that Wei Zhou had yearned for had made its return.

With her presence, Su Yan was rendered insignificant. Rather than shamelessly clinging to him, it was better to proactively release her hold.

There exists a form of love known as letting go!

What if she refused to let go?

It would be futile anyway, as he held no affection for her whatsoever!

Countless individuals had ridiculed her, accusing her of being materialistic and using marriage as a means to ascend socially. They jeered, claiming she had stumbled into good fortune. She bore all of it in silence.

For the sake of the man she loved, she had relinquished her pride and offered her heart, only to find herself ultimately cloaked in scars and exhaustion.

Initially, she had harbored the belief that she could gradually foster a connection with Wei Zhou, and that his feelings for her would deepen over time. However, she was mistaken. Wei Zhou possessed no heart at all. His cold and solitary existence had long since eroded any capacity for passionate love.

He had never once laid a hand on her, even after three years of marriage. Was Wei Zhou repulsed by her, or was he preserving his purity?

Three years of marriage was the self-imposed deadline she had set. Surely, even a stone would have softened by now, wouldn't it?

Reality delivered yet another harsh blow. Wei Zhou held absolutely no space for her in his heart. His entire being was devoted to his cinnabar mole.

Tears streamed down like rain. Su Yan's heart was shattered. Seven years of unrequited affection, three years of marriage, and now, it had all dissolved into nothingness. To whom could she possibly pour out her sorrow?

They always claimed it was easier for women to take the initiative when pursuing a man. Why, then, had it proven so incredibly difficult in her own experience?

It was the winter she turned sixteen, and heavy snow blanketed the outside world. She had finished her schoolwork and was heading home as usual.

Along the path, a few ruffians had targeted her, dragging her into an alley. She struggled desperately and cried out, but no one came. The occasional passers-by actively avoided her pleas for help.

Amidst the snow and ice, the biting wind howled. The hooligans cackled with wicked glee. They began tearing at her clothes, one piece after another. The bone-chilling snow plunged her into a profound sense of despair!

“Hehe, little beauty, cease your shouting. Conserve your strength. You won’t be able to suppress your cries later.”

“Resisting is futile. Why not indulge yourself? We’ll give you a taste of what it truly means to have a good time.”

“We’ve been watching you for quite some time. I heard you’re the school belle. A beautiful flower must blossom, otherwise, how would you know if it’s fragrant? Haha…”

Finally, she could struggle no more. Resigning herself to fate, she closed her eyes. Tears traced paths down from the corners of her eyes.

“Aiyo, who’s there?”

One of the hooligans shrieked in pain.

She opened her eyes to see a youth clutching a brick in his hand. Fresh blood dripped from the brick, staining the white snow a vivid red.

The hooligans collectively lunged at the youth. The youth, however, showed no fear. He grabbed one assailant, pinned him down, and proceeded to strike him with the brick, all while allowing the others to punch and kick him.

Blood flowed freely from the corner of the youth’s mouth. He glanced at her through the melee. The youth's eyes were remarkably dark and mysterious.

She felt as though her very soul was being drawn in the moment their gazes met.

“What are you waiting for? Run! Why aren’t you running? I’ll hold them off!”

The youth's voice was icy cold, yet it instilled within her an overwhelming sense of security.

She fled as swiftly as her legs could carry her. She had no idea how long she ran until her legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the snow.

“Hah, luckily you ran fast enough!”

The youth’s voice echoed once more. Lying on the ground, she looked back. The youth stood there, his face a mask of blood.

Only upon closer inspection did she finally make out the young man’s features. His face was one she could never possibly forget, with eyebrows like sheathed swords and eyes like scattered stars. The refined aura surrounding him, combined with his impeccably carved features, lent him a maturity that belied his years.

"Th-thank you. May I know your name?" she inquired, a deep sense of gratitude filling her heart.

"Wei Zhou!" the young man replied with a casual tone.

She echoed the name, etching it indelibly into her being.

"Hurry home now. Try not to wander alone late at night in the future," the youth advised before turning to depart.

As she observed the youth's retreating figure until it vanished from sight, her heart pounded with an unfamiliar rhythm. It was the very first time in her life she had experienced such a sensation.

Yet, as the youth walked away, he transformed into the adult Wei Zhou she knew, the one who occupied the opulent boss’ chair. He rested his clasped hands upon the table, fixing her with a gaze that was both vexed and ice-cold.

Those frigid, unfeeling eyes felt like an unseen force constricting her throat, stealing her breath.

"Phew..."

Su Yan jolted awake, realizing with immense relief that it had all been a mere dream. A long, shaky sigh escaped her lips.