Quickly wear the bad woman and get married and have a baby

When Qin Sheng saw Yan Jiu's figure, a smile spread across his face, his mouth stretched to his ears, and his joy was about to overflow.

He couldn't wait to open his arms and hurried, almost trotting, to Yan Jiu, wanting to hug her tightly in his arms immediately. His voice was filled with unconcealable joy and excitement: "Yan Jiu, you are here, I knew you would not abandon me."

Xie Zhiyuan was standing aside. When he saw Qin Sheng's appearance, his face instantly darkened and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

He quickly reached out and pushed Qin Sheng away with a decisive move. His arm muscles were tense and full of strength. His tone was cold and firm: "You are divorced. Be careful and don't touch me."

Qin Sheng staggered and nearly fell down after being pushed. After stabilizing himself, he immediately became furious and his face flushed red.

He pointed at Xie Zhiyuan and said in an excited voice: "We are not divorced, don't talk nonsense here."

Yan Jiu stood between the two of them, his expression calm. He nodded gently, his tone calm and unperturbed: "Yes, I didn't leave."

These two simple words instantly made the atmosphere on the scene subtle.

Hearing this, Xie Zhiyuan's originally cold expression froze instantly, a trace of imperceptible loss flashed in his eyes, his shoulders drooped slightly, and his whole body seemed to have lost all strength.

Qin Sheng caught Xie Zhiyuan's disappointment and immediately became proud. He held his chest high, raised his chin slightly, and had an arrogant smile on his face. With full of provocation, he glanced at Xie Zhiyuan with a sidelong look, as if saying "You lost."

Then, he turned to Yan Jiu with a flattering look on his face, his face full of smiles, his eyes narrowed into slits, and his tone was intimate and enthusiastic: "Wife Yan Jiu, come in and sit down." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and almost pulled Yan Jiu in.

Yan Jiu, carrying a bag in her hand, took small steps and tiptoed carefully into the house.

As she walked, she raised one hand and gently fanned it in front of her nose. The movement was not large, but it showed her expression of disgust vividly. Her brows were slightly wrinkled, her mouth unconsciously curled up, and her eyes were full of dissatisfaction with the environment in the room.

Xie Zhiyuan took in all of Yan Jiu's actions, and the slight sense of loss in his heart was instantly replaced by a hint of joy.

The corners of his mouth rose, revealing a barely perceptible smile, and he thought to himself: So what if we don't get divorced now? With Qin Sheng being such a pauper, Yan Yan will sooner or later be unable to bear it and divorce him. Sooner or later, Yan Yan will be his.

Qin Sheng's parents heard the noise coming from outside, paused what they were doing, looked at each other, put down the instant noodle soup they had not finished, and hurried out of the crowded kitchen.

The kitchen was small, with pots and pans placed randomly, making them feel cramped even when turning around in it.

Qin Sheng's family usually doesn't have to do housework, but after they drove away the nanny Liu who cooked for them, they had to do it themselves.

They don't know how to cook at all. For their last meal, they just took out a few packets of instant noodles from Nanny Liu's bag and hurriedly ate them with boiled water.

As soon as Qin Sheng's mother walked out of the kitchen, her eyes were instantly attracted to Yan Jiu. She stood there as if she was under a spell, her eyes wide open, staring at Yan Jiu, her eyes full of greed and shock.

Yan Jiu was wearing an exquisitely tailored haute couture dress, a crystal clear diamond necklace around her neck, a low-key and luxurious watch on her wrist, and a limited edition bag in her hand.

Qin Sheng's mother's breathing became rapid, her chest heaving violently. She subconsciously licked her dry lips, her mind frantically calculating.

Any piece of this outfit is priceless and would cost at least several million.

If they could get these things and sell them, then the Qin family would be able to make a comeback and no longer have to eat instant noodles every day and live such a tight life.

Thinking of this, the corners of her mouth rose uncontrollably, revealing a malicious smile, and her feet unconsciously moved towards Yan Jiu.