My husband is cold and heartless, we are reborn and divorced

"Why are you here?" Jiang Wan realized that the person in front of him was not his imagination.

"Everyone who went south during the Dragon Boat Festival holiday has returned and will go back in two days." Fu Yan explained to her.

Jiang Wan nodded, feeling very strange. It had not been long since they last met, but it felt as if there was a thick barrier between them.

Jiang Wan moved his lips: "What are you doing here?"

Jiang Wan looked at Fu Yan. His face was thinner, his nose was high and straight, and his eyebrows and eyes were still the same as before.

But today seems different.

"I..." Fu Yan lowered his eyes and dared not look at Jiang Wan.

I had clearly agreed with her before that we would have nothing to do with each other from now on.

But when Fu Yan came back, he couldn't help it, and he hadn't returned to the mansion yet.

Came here...

He didn't even go through the main gate of the mansion, but the dignified Duke Fu actually learned to climb over the wall.

When I climbed over the wall, I was thinking of taking a secret look at Jiang Wan and then giving her the thing.

I didn't expect to be caught by her.

Jiang Wan approached him: "You didn't notify others? You came in directly?"

Jiang Wan glanced at the high wall behind him, his expression was shocked, "You, you are not from somewhere?"

Did Fu Yan climb over the wall to get in?

Jiang Wan couldn't believe what he was thinking.

Fu Yan coughed but didn't say anything, but the slight redness of his earlobes had already exposed him.

Jiang Wan snorted, "When did you learn to steal chickens and dogs?"

Fu Yan slowly walked in front of Jiang Wan. He finally looked up at Jiang Wan, his eyes filled with turbulent yet calm emotions.

"Tomorrow is the Dragon Boat Festival, I will go to the palace to see the emperor..."

Jiang Wan frowned, not understanding what Fu Yan said had to do with him.

A thought came to my mind, could it be...

Is he reporting his itinerary to himself?

Jiang Wan looked at him and it seemed that there were some spots of mud on the edge of his robe. Did he come here as soon as he returned to Beijing?

"You didn't go back?" Jiang Wan asked.

Fu Yan said in a hoarse voice, "I'll go back later."

Jiang Wan nodded, which meant he was not going back.

"Anything else?" Jiang Wan asked, then turned around and was about to leave when he saw the person in front of him didn't move.

A dry and warm hand covered his wrist. Jiang Wan moved, but he remained motionless.

Jiang Wan looked back at him, "If you have something to say, just say it."

Fu Yan took Jiang Wan's hand, Jiang Wan turned around and looked down.

Fu Yan lifted her sleeves and was stunned when he saw the colorful rope on Jiang Wan's slender wrist.

His eyelashes trembled and he was dazed for a moment.

The thing in his other hand tightened.

"let me go."

"This..." Fu Yan seemed to want to ask something, but didn't.

Finally, he let go of Jiang Wan's hand without saying anything, "You go back to the Marquis' Mansion, are they treating you badly?"

"It has nothing to do with you." Jiang Wan pinched the wrist that Fu Yan had just held.

"Marquis Wu Ling has already exchanged the problematic grain from Linzhou with Western Chu. If he is quick, he may be able to come back this year."

"I know. You've already told me all this in your letter." Jiang Wan glanced at him. "You've only been back for two days. Go back and have a good rest."

Fu Yan looked at her leaving back, with a look of forbearance in his eyes, yet it seemed as if he was about to burst out.

"Jiang Wan."

He stopped her.

Jiang Wan paused, didn't look back, and continued walking forward.

Fu Yan clenched the thing in his hand, ran forward a few steps, held Jiang Wan's hand, and said nothing.

Before Jiang Wan could even react, Fu Yan had already tied the colorful rope in his hand around Jiang Wan's hand.

There was another one in his hand, which looked even more delicately woven than the one in Fu Yan's hand.

Although Fu Yan found it annoying, he resisted the urge to tear it off and just put his own on Jiang Wan.

It is very close to that one.

Jiang Wan looked at the two colorful ropes in her hands. She could see the charm of fighting between the two ropes.

"Fu Yan." Jiang Wan called him.

Fu Yan stopped moving his hands. It was clearly tied, but Fu Yan's hand was still holding Jiang Wan's hand.

"This is for you." Fu Yan spoke to Jiang Wan in a dry voice, not sounding familiar at all.

Jiang Wan looked at the thing in his hand. It was the same one he gave to Fu Yan in his previous life. It seemed that he had dreamed about it, so he made one for her as well.

Jiang Wan sneered, "Are you a dog? You only yell when I make a sound."

If Jiang Wan didn't say anything, Fu Yan would have just stood there motionless.

Fu Yan didn't say anything, but just lowered his eyes and nodded gently, "Then..."

Fu Yan's eyes were on the other colorful rope in Jiang Wan's hand, and he paused with a dry tone, "Do you have other dogs?"

"Ahem!" Jiang Wan was so surprised to hear this from Fu Yan that he felt uncomfortable all over. He changed the subject and asked, "Did you make this up yourself?"

"Yes......"

Jiang Wan saw him nod and said nonchalantly, "It's ugly enough."

Fu Yan raised his eyes and looked at her, "Then... I will start over..."

"No need."

Jiang Wan said and turned to leave.

Fu Yan looked at her gradually receding figure and clasped his hands together and squeezed them.

Fortunately, I accepted it, right?

Jiang Wan had just returned when a maid came over and handed him a purse.

"Miss."

Jiang Wan looked over and asked, "What's the matter?"

"This was what we found just now in the backyard of Zhuohua Courtyard..." The little maid handed the thing in her hand to Jiang Wan.

Jiang Wan took it, opened it and took a look.

It's silver bills and land deeds.

Jiang Wan thought about what Nanny Feng had taken out from under his pillow. In fact, that was enough for Jiang Wan to live the rest of his life in Beijing without having to rely on anyone.

Fu Yan had just told her that he knew clearly that Wu Linghou would be back soon.

Why should these things be sent to Jiang Wan?

Isn’t he so poor that he has to cooperate with Wanlan Restaurant?

Jiang Wan frowned and asked someone to put these together with the previous ones in a box.

During the Dragon Boat Festival, not only the noble families but even the emperor himself came to enjoy the parade and banquet, sitting in a sedan chair and being escorted by two teams of guards as he toured the center of the capital city.

The area was crowded with people, all trying to catch a glimpse of the emperor's face through the gauze curtain.

Following the emperor were the sons of officials and nobles.

Jiang Hong was also among them. Fu Yan was in front of Jiang Hong. He slowed down his pace at some point and walked side by side with Jiang Hong.

Jiang Hong was standing nearby, feeling somewhat nervous. Although he was a generation older than Fu Yan, he was still afraid of this person who held a higher official position than him. This was especially so since Jiang Wan had just divorced this person. He didn't know if it was Jiang Wan who had provoked him.

Jiang Hong had already found an excuse for himself in his mind.

"Master Jiang..." Fu Yan just started.

Jiang Hong seemed to confess everything, pouring out everything at once, "Master Fu, although Jiang Wan was raised by me, you also know that she was already nine years old when I took care of her. At this age, I just wanted to guide her, and her previous temper could not be changed. If there is anything that has offended Master Fu... I hope you will forgive me."

Fu Yan listened for a while, then chuckled.

He was half a head taller than Jiang Hong, and glanced at him with a faint sidelong look, "So Jiang Wan has nothing to do with you? If so, when I married her, she didn't even have a single indenture of the servants of a noble daughter of a marquisate in her hands?"

Jiang Hong knew about this.

At first Jiang Ying and his wife insisted on doing so, so he turned a blind eye. Later Fu Yan personally sent people to ridicule and mock them, so Jiang Hong quickly sent those things to Jiang Wan.

He had clearly already returned it to Jiang Wan, and he didn't know why Fu Yan mentioned this again today.

Jiang Hong wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Being bullied by Jiang Wan at home was fine, but I didn't expect that when I went out, I would be secretly beaten by Jiang Wan's ex-husband.

"My wife is not so magnanimous. When you sent someone to remind me, Master Fu, I severely reprimanded her after I found out and sent those things to Jiang Wan."