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

Jiang Wan didn't know how to start the conversation. She had a hunch that Fu Yan must have known something.

But she didn't dare to guess now.

What if Fu Yan didn't know it originally, and it was leaked just because of my guess?

From the moment Jiang Wan stepped into the room, he felt the oppressive uneasiness of the entire space.

A cold atmosphere filled the room.

Jiang Wan noticed the man's tightly pursed lips, his tense expression, and his eyes as cold as ice.

Fu Yan has always been tactful and rarely gets angry. Jiang Wan has never seen such a scene before.

"Madam..." Qiu Nu, who was kneeling on the ground, glanced up at Jiang Wan cautiously.

Jiang Wan gave her a reassuring look.

He moved to Fu Yan's side and asked, "Master? Why are you off duty so early today?"

Fu Yan did not answer Jiang Wan's question.

Jiang Wan held his breath and looked at the man.

The man had handsome features, and in the past he always looked indifferent and reserved, with a strong sense of estrangement between him and others.

He looked at her quietly, his eyes were pure black, deep as ink, and filled with hostility.

"You drank the medicine yourself."

There was no warmth in the man's eyes, nor was there any emotion in his tone. His lips were pursed, and there was an impending storm in his eyes.

Jiang Wan felt relieved when she heard what he said.

He raised his eyes and looked at Fu Yan. His gaze was fierce and sharp, as if it could penetrate Jiang Wan's heart.

Jiang Wan's heart suddenly moved, and an ominous premonition enveloped her.

The corners of her lips curled slightly, but her heart was blocked, "...Yes."

She thought that she might not have to wait until her father came back.

Fu Yan would never forgive himself if he knew that he drank the contraceptive soup.

Not to mention that if the old lady Li found out, they would risk their lives to ask the emperor to allow Fu Yan to divorce them.

The Marquis' Mansion is now controlled by the Second House, and I am afraid I can't go back to the Marquis' Mansion.

Fortunately, I still have an identity.

Jiang Wan has thought it through. It is not impossible for him to continue living under the identity of Mr. Lan Dong until his father returns.

She is no longer Jiang Wan, who let her life and death be controlled by others like she was in her previous life.

She has her own restaurant and can make her own money.

Fu Yan felt as if his heart was suddenly stabbed when he heard the word she said so calmly.

It took him a long time to find his voice. His brows were furrowed, and he couldn't hide his anger. "Why?"

Jiang Wan glanced at him and said, "No reason, I just don't want to."

Before Jiang Wan spoke, Fu Yan thought of thousands of excuses for her to escape.

But she only said that she didn't want to.

Even if she says she is afraid of pain...

But why don't I want to say this?

Fu Yan stammered a few times and was unable to speak.

The whole room was filled with cold air like frozen ice.

Fu Yan recalled the heart-wrenching words Jiang Wan had said to him a few days ago.

In order to avoid getting pregnant, she drank contraceptive soup even at the risk of endangering her own life.

I must have a lot of hatred for her.

But it was clearly not like this in the dream. How could she become like this?

It was obvious in the dream that she loved me and they had a child.

His dreams have always come true, why doesn’t it come true this time?

Jiang Wan, why have you changed?

"You said that to me that day because... you didn't want me to enter your room?"

His voice was trembling.

"Yes." Jiang Wan answered calmly.

But the emotion in her eyes was concealed because she lowered her head.

"Why do you treat me like this? What did I do wrong to deserve you to treat me like this?" His eyes dimmed, hiding the tears in his eyes, and he finished his words in an elegant voice.

Jiang Wan raised her eyes slightly, and what she saw was the flash of pain in Fu Yan's eyes.

"The master is not wrong." What else could Jiang Wan say? After all, these were things that happened in his previous life. Even if he told Fu Yan everything, he would only think it was ridiculous.

"Sir, please go to the emperor to ask for his instructions tomorrow." Jiang Wan said this softly and turned around.

When Fu Yan heard this, a storm instantly surged in her beautiful peach blossom eyes. Her ink-like pupils turned scarlet as she stared at Jiang Wan.

In the light, Jiang Wan's figure was particularly ethereal, as if he could be blown away by the wind at any time.

Jiang Wan thought that since he was going to separate from Fu Yan, there was no need for him to stay in Wutong Courtyard anymore.

She took a step to go out.

As the breeze passed by her ears, Jiang Wan's wrist was tightly grasped by someone.

Jiang Wan looked back and saw that Fu Yan's eyelids were drooping and his jawline was tense.

The five fingers holding his wrist trembled slightly.

Jiang Wan's heart moved. It turned out that Fu Yan's calm peach blossom eyes could also be stirred by someone.

It is clear that in the past, there was always a deposit of fine wine as thick as ice and snow, sober without a trace of movement.

In my previous life, I was always intoxicated by his half-closed peach blossom eyes.

Now, there was no calmness in those eyes, and there was a dark light surging in the depths of them.

The whole person was as cold as a winter wind.

"Ask for permission?" Fu Yan asked with a trembling voice.

"Sir, you can explain to His Majesty that it was my fault and report the matter to His Majesty." Jiang Wan's voice remained steady.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with coldness. "All the faults are mine alone."

Fu Yan met Jiang Wan's gaze, his eyes were extremely deep, like an abyss of cold water with no bottom.

"You want to divorce me?" He stared at her, his expression suddenly becoming a little fierce.

"You are the only descendant of the Zhenguo Mansion. If I don't give birth, do you think the old lady and your mother will agree?"

Fu Yan still did not release the force in his hands.

The gloomy eyes are even colder than the moonlight.

"Have you ever been sincere to me?" Fu Yan only asked this one question.

Jiang Wan's mind suddenly flashed back to things that really happened in his previous life.

Picture after picture emerged.

It was because I had just married Fu Yan.

On the wedding night, I was alone in the bridal chamber.

The next day, when he served tea to the old lady and Li, he was bullied and all ten of his fingers were burned.

I haven't seen Fu Yan yet.

He is busy with official duties.

I returned home three days later, also alone.

He is busy with official duties.

She was treated coldly by the old lady and bullied by Li. Fu Yan was not around during this time as he was always busy with official duties.

To him, his wife was just a dead object, hanging there for him to look at.

Jiang Wan always felt that it was his own fault that he had such a hard life.

Jiang Wan admitted that he was partly to blame, but the Fu family was also at fault.

Fu Yan was even more wrong. She was his wife, not a beautiful painting.

Jiang Wan broke free from Fu Yan's hand.

"I'll have someone move my things away tomorrow." Jiang Wan said.

Jiang Wan doesn’t care about reputation anymore.

She just wants to live her life well.

Before Jiang Wan went out, he heard Fu Yan shouting.

Sui Lin outside stepped forward and closed the door.

Jiang Wan was frightened by the bang.

She looked at Fu Yan blankly.

The silent eyes were questioning.

Fu Yan ignored her and said, "Madam, please stay here."

"Fu Yan, what are you going to do? Since we each have our own opinions, it's better to separate now and not regret it later."

Fu Yan did not answer Jiang Wan's question. He stared at Jiang Wan with eyes that had dropped to freezing point.

"Do you really want to leave me?" His thin lips curled into a sarcastic smile.