Chapter 4: She Must Be Madly in Love with You

Li Jiuwei’s brows knit ever so slightly. The manager of the Feng Corporation was the eldest daughter of the Feng family. This mysterious prince of the capital’s elite circles had never involved himself in the corporation’s affairs—so why had he suddenly decided to intervene now?

“You may think you’re exceptional, but in the eyes of those above, you’re nothing special,” Jiang Huaiting sneered, a cold curve tugging at his lips. He regarded Li Jiuwei with unveiled distaste.

“Huaiting, you’re being too much.”

“Blame her for her own lack of ambition—she’s nowhere near as good as Xin Chun.” In his eyes, she couldn’t even compare to a single strand of Li Xinchun’s hair. This was the man she’d loved for so many years.

Jiang’s mother, sitting in her wheelchair, looked troubled. She held Li Jiuwei’s hand, patting it gently in consolation. “Jiuwei, Huaiting has been misled. He can’t see your sincerity for now, but with time, he’ll understand.”

Suppressing the discomfort in her heart, Li Jiuwei offered a soft laugh. “I understand.”

“Pretending again,” Jiang Huaiting scoffed.

“Huaiting, enough. You’re both well past the age—shouldn’t you start planning the wedding?”

“I’m busy and don’t have time to think about marriage. Mom, I’ll go along with the engagement, but when it comes to the wedding, you’ll have to listen to me.”

“Auntie, work is too busy. Let’s postpone the wedding for now,” Li Jiuwei added.

Jiang Huaiting shot her a look, his brows furrowed.

Both of them were resolute. Jiang’s mother sighed, waving her hand. “Do as you wish.”

After seeing Jiang’s mother out, Jiang Huaiting’s tone turned icy. “Li Jiuwei, don’t play games with me. Tricks like playing hard to get won’t work here.”

“Think what you want,” she replied with indifference, shrugging her shoulders before heading upstairs to rest.

Jiang Huaiting laughed coldly.

Keep pretending. One day, you’ll regret it.

He left the villa, and the smile on Li Jiuwei’s face gradually faded. She didn’t need to guess where he was going.

Ten minutes later, just as Li Jiuwei was preparing to rest, she received a text from Jiang Huaiting.

“There’s a box on the coffee table in the living room. Take it to Blue Saint.”

Li Jiuwei raised an eyebrow.

Did he think she was his errand girl?

She didn’t answer Jiang Huaiting’s calls. Then came a barrage of texts. Finally, Li Jiuwei went downstairs and, as expected, saw a beautifully wrapped gift box.

Outside, the night was deep—the perfect time for Blue Saint.

The bar—a haven for the young.

“Huaiting, you have your fiancée delivering gifts to another woman. Aren’t you afraid Li Jiuwei will get fed up and leave you one day?”

“If you ask me, out of all of us, Huaiting is the best at handling women.”

“You’re not bad yourself. Remember that three-way scandal? The whole group chat was buzzing for days. Aren’t you afraid your woman will find out?”

“She’s already bankrupt—without me, she has nowhere else to go.” The one speaking was Zhou Ran, Jiang Huaiting’s close friend. He grinned, cigarette dangling from his lips, an attractive woman draped across his arm.

“Hell, you’re ruthless.”

“My woman isn’t like Huaiting’s. Huai Mo… you’d better watch out, in case Li Jiuwei finds out about you and Li Xinchun…”

Jiang Huaiting swirled his glass and downed it in one gulp. “She already knows.”

The group stared in surprise.

“She didn’t make a scene?”

“Just another of her little tricks.”

“I agree with Huaiting. Women like to play games, thinking they can control us, but in reality, it’s just foolish.”

Jiang Huaiting didn’t deny it.

Self-proclaimed expert Zhou Ran smirked. “Women can’t tolerate a man’s fickleness—unless she doesn’t care, or she’s pretending. But Li Jiuwei? She climbed her way up by any means necessary—she must be madly in love with you.”

With that, the men’s egos swelled.

“A woman like her—even if she stripped in front of me, I wouldn’t feel a thing.”

Outside, Li Jiuwei’s delicate face betrayed no emotion.

Her hands at her sides clenched tightly.

She let out a long, steadying breath.

Then, with force, she pushed open the door to the private room. Instantly, the room fell silent as all eyes landed on her.

Some faces showed embarrassment. Jiang Huaiting scrutinized her with disdain—at any time, Li Jiuwei’s makeup was flawless, her composure impeccable, which was precisely what he hated most.

“Sister-in-law… have a seat…”

“She’s not your sister-in-law,” Jiang Huaiting corrected, prompting awkward smiles from the others.

Li Jiuwei felt their scornful stares.

In front of so many, Jiang Huaiting had no qualms about humiliating her.

They were all waiting to see her make a scene. In the past, she might have argued fiercely with Jiang Huaiting.

Now, Li Jiuwei merely smiled, handing over the gift box.

“Here’s what you wanted.”

Jiang Huaiting took the box, meeting her eyes. She smiled faintly and said, “Jiang Huaiting, I’ve already requested to break off our engagement. I hope you’ll give it serious thought.”

The announcement left everyone stunned.

Jiang Huaiting’s expression shifted through a myriad of emotions.

“Enjoy yourselves. I’ll be taking my leave,” Li Jiuwei said coolly and walked out without hesitation.

The room erupted.

“Huaiting, what’s going on? Is Li Jiuwei serious or not?”

“Just another jealous stunt,” Jiang Huaiting replied dismissively.

Not far away, Li Jiuwei’s lips curled in a sneer. Even now, Jiang Huaiting thought she was simply jealous.

After leaving, she strolled leisurely toward the parking lot.

She had just opened the car door when her phone vibrated—the caller ID read “Little Wolfdog.”

Li Jiuwei set her phone aside, started the car, and prepared to drive home. Before she could, Feng Su called again.

She grabbed her phone and answered, “I already said—”

“Sis… I feel terrible… Am I dying… Sis…”

A loud thud—it sounded like the phone had dropped.

Li Jiuwei’s heart clenched. “Feng Su, Feng Su, what’s wrong? Feng Su…”

No answer.

Li Jiuwei immediately drove to Feng Su’s apartment, picking up the gift she had bought for him. Her fingerprint code still worked at his door. Entering the living room, she found no sign of him and hurried upstairs to his bedroom.

There, sprawled on the floor, was Feng Su.

“Feng Su…”

She rushed over, patting his face. Her hand brushed his forehead—it was burning hot.

How had he come down with a fever all of a sudden?

Li Jiuwei dragged him onto the bed, worry etched between her brows as she looked at his flushed cheeks.

After leaving the room, the man who had seemed unconscious slowly opened his eyes. Hearing her footsteps outside, his eyes were misty and alluring.

When their gazes met, Feng Su turned his head aside, feigning pride. “Why are you here?”

If he could still throw a tantrum, he couldn’t be too unwell.

Li Jiuwei handed him the medicine and water.

“You called me.”

“You could have ignored it—let me die here alone. In your eyes, I don’t matter anymore.”

Petulant and sulking, Feng Su was more irresistible than ever.

Seeing him act spoiled, Li Jiuwei’s heart softened. Considering he was ill, she coaxed him gently, “Come now, take your medicine.”

“I don’t want medicine. I want something else.”

“What do you want? I’ll get it for you.” When it came to the little wolfdog she’d cared for these three years, Li Jiuwei could always find patience.

“You!”