Chapter 2: I’ll Show You Just How Rebellious I Can Be

Jiang Huaiting’s gaze was frigid. “Are you threatening me?”

“Who is that woman, really?” The woman he’d hidden away for three years—Li Jiuwei desperately wanted to know who she had lost to.

To her surprise, Jiang Huaiting’s expression was full of contempt. “You’re not worthy of knowing.”

A sharp, wrenching pain tore through her heart again.

“Li Jiuwei, as long as you behave yourself, you’ll always be the future young madam of the Jiang family. As for everything else, you have no right to ask.”

“What, do you want to have a woman on each arm?” Li Jiuwei pressed him, her tone unpleasant, brows furrowed.

Impatience clouded Jiang Huaiting’s features as he looked down on her. “In this marriage, you have no right to question anything about me. Li Jiuwei, you schemed so hard for this—then keep your title of young madam and live as a widow in all but name for the rest of your life.”

His words dripped with deep resentment, and he walked away without a backward glance.

Li Jiuwei felt as though a thousand pounds pressed on her chest.

He truly despised her this much!

Burying her face in her hands, she seemed to weep in sorrow. Yet, the next moment, when she raised her head, a radiant, lingering smile blossomed across her face.

She wouldn’t spend even a moment living like a widow!

She left the house, intending to meet with the detective, but unexpectedly spotted Jiang Huaiting’s car.

From a distance, Li Jiuwei followed him.

Eventually, his car stopped outside a villa complex.

Li Jiuwei’s heart began to pound with unease.

Driving in, she saw with her own eyes as Jiang Huaiting entered a villa, where a woman threw herself passionately into his arms.

They held each other tightly.

“Huai… you finally came to see me. The baby misses you.”

“Only the baby misses me? Don’t you miss me too?”

“Oh, stop it! Of course I miss you, Huai!”

She nestled deeply into Jiang Huaiting’s embrace; their intimacy was unmistakable.

Li Jiuwei clenched her fists so tightly her knuckles turned white. Hoarsely, she called out, “Jiang Huaiting.”

Both of them stiffened, turning to look at her.

A striking couple—handsome man, beautiful woman—they looked born for each other.

If they hadn’t been her own family, Li Jiuwei might have admitted they matched perfectly.

“Li Jiuwei, you followed me.” Jiang Huaiting’s face was dark, his voice and expression brimming with displeasure.

Whether he was happy or not—what did it matter to her?

Li Jiuwei had long since stopped caring.

But she was still furious.

“So this is the woman you’ve been hiding for three years!” Li Jiuwei asked quietly, her eyes rimmed with red, fixed unflinchingly on Jiang Huaiting.

For reasons unknown, Jiang Huaiting’s heart gave a tremor under her gaze.

Li Xinchun immediately clung to Jiang Huaiting’s arm, looking pitifully at Li Jiuwei and apologizing in a soft voice, “Sister, please don’t blame Huai, it’s all my fault.”

“So you remember I’m your sister? Li Xinchun, how could you hurt me like this? I’m your own flesh and blood. Of all people, why entangle yourself with him?”

One had once been her greatest love, the other her dearest kin.

Together, they had betrayed her.

She had guessed at many possibilities, but never had she imagined that the woman Jiang Huaiting had hidden for three years was her own younger sister!

Li Jiuwei’s heart bled.

“I’m sorry, sister… I just love Huai too much. It’s all my fault. Please, sister, scold me if you must…”

Overcome with agitation, Li Xinchun nearly lost her footing, but Jiang Huaiting quickly caught her, casting a look of disgust at Li Jiuwei. “The only woman I’ve ever loved is Xinchun. If you dare hurt her or the child she’s carrying, I’ll make your life a living hell.”

With that, Jiang Huaiting swept Li Xinchun into his arms and carried her into the villa.

Li Jiuwei saw with her own eyes the provocative smile Li Xinchun threw her way.

Her heart quivered, and she clenched her fists even tighter.

For a long time, Li Jiuwei fought to calm the storm inside, suppressing her overwhelming anger.

She recited silently: It’s not time to break yet—endure, just a little longer.

She gathered herself and left, but the bitterness in her heart was uncontrollable.

Her phone was silent now; gone were the dozens of messages per hour from that little wolfdog.

A sudden sense of emptiness crept in.

So be it—only by letting go of the old could the new arrive.

Li Jiuwei went to the club and ordered ten male models.

The wait was long, and she drank heavily. By the time she reached the last one, the man before her seemed oddly familiar.

Drunk, Li Jiuwei swayed over to him.

“You… why do you look so much like that bastard Feng Su?”

Feng Su’s face darkened.

He barked, “All of you, get out.” The others scattered in a flash, and Li Jiuwei stomped her foot in protest. “Don’t… don’t go. I have plenty of money!”

Without warning, Feng Su shoved her down onto the leather sofa, his tone wild and arrogant as he gritted out, “Sister… let me show you what a bastard I can be.”

“You—”

Her red lips were silenced by his kiss, swept up in the storm he unleashed.

Inside the small private room, the temperature soared.

An angry little wolfdog was truly wild.

She—she loved it, especially how easily he was provoked.

A few drinks were nothing; she could never be so easily drunk. When she saw Feng Su enter with that dark face, she decided to play along. He’d come to her of his own accord; it wasn’t as though she’d begged for it. Just a little teasing, and Feng Su had taken the bait—he really was as easy to lead as a puppy.

Li Jiuwei hooked her arms around his neck, murmuring softly, “Not on the neck—someone will see.”

Feng Su froze mid-movement.

He pushed her away at once, pulling on his shirt with a scowl. Li Jiuwei leaned lazily, head propped on her hand, her eyes brimming with allure, waves of hair cascading down at random, red lipstick smudged around her mouth from their heated kisses, adding a wild, untamed beauty—like a rose blooming in the night.

Feng Su’s throat worked as he tried to speak, but Li Jiuwei handed him a card.

“What do you mean by this, Li Jiuwei?”

“It’s your fee. Tonight was an accident. Take it and go.”

Her tone was indifferent.

She paid no mind to Feng Su’s shifting expression. The anger in her little wolfdog’s eyes rolled and churned before settling into icy calm. He picked up the card, a mocking smile on his lips. “Thank you, patron.”

Li Jiuwei waved him off with barely a glance, not noticing how close Feng Su had come to losing control.

After he left, silence settled over the room.

Soon, someone kicked the door open. A man strode inside, and upon seeing Li Jiuwei’s state, his face changed instantly to anger. “You… you… have you no shame, Li Jiuwei? Don’t forget you’re engaged! If you ruin the alliance between the Li and Jiang families, you’ll answer to me.”

“That accusation should be aimed at Li Xinchun, don’t you think?” she replied coolly.

“What have you found out?” Li Jingbai blurted out, immediately regretting his words.

He obviously knew something.

Li Jiuwei, barefoot, walked toward him, her gaze dark as ink.

“You know about Jiang Huaiting, you know the woman he’s hidden for three years is Li Xinchun, you know they’ve been having an affair all along, don’t you?”

She pressed in, step by step.

Her questioning angered Li Jingbai on the spot.

“That’s right, I know. I’ve known all along. Not only do I know, everyone in the Li family knows. Only you, the fool, were kept in the dark.”