After the divorce, the aloof female CEO was filled with regret.

I didn't take the last sentence to heart; all that remained in my mind was the fact that Chen Yiran went there on his own.

I frowned. I clearly remembered that in my past life, Chen Yiran was indifferent to Jiang Yuwei. It was because Jiang Yuwei had taken advantage of him by force, using countless methods and relentlessly pursuing him that he finally won over this unattainable beauty.

Chen Yiran, who appears cold on the outside but is warm on the inside, must have gone to Jiang Yuwei's house out of consideration for her and because he couldn't bear to refuse her.

Uncle Zhao may not know the whole story, or he may want to mediate.

But I don't care anymore. Let them do whatever they want. As long as I take care of myself, stop getting entangled with them, keep my life, and avoid the tragedy of my past life, that's enough.

Seeing me lost in thought, Uncle Zhao called out to me in a low voice, "Actually, I've been President Jiang's driver for so many years, and she's always followed an extremely strict schedule. Only in the year you came along did things get a little better, and she became a bit more popular. When you're not around, she goes back to being the same old thing..."

Before he could finish speaking, the passenger door was suddenly opened.

Uncle Zhao immediately shut up, and I saw her holding an exquisite gift bag in her fair and delicate hands, carefully placing it on the passenger seat.

The bag's packaging is very stylish; it doesn't seem like a gift for an elder, but rather for someone of the same age.

Then it must be for Chen Yiran.

The rear door slowly opened, and Jiang Yuwei straightened her suit jacket before sitting down in the back seat, wearing high heels.

As I closed the car door, a gust of wind blew in, making my hair in a mess.

Along with the breeze came the fresh scent of Jiang Yuwei's perfume; she had changed it today, whereas before it was always a strong rose fragrance.

The car quickly started moving.

I smoothed the stray hairs from my forehead, then turned to look at Jiang Yuwei. Her already striking face was made even more alluring by the makeup.

The burgundy suit paired with a white shirt overshadowed her foxy face, making her seem more like a cold and ruthless CEO.

Jiang Yuwei truly lives up to her reputation as the woman I fell for at first sight. Just her looks alone put all the other girls who were pursuing me to shame.

Perhaps sensing my intense gaze, Jiang Yuwei frowned, looked at me, and after sizing me up, her eyes revealed undisguised disdain.

"What kind of look is that?" I asked, frowning.

A mocking smile flickered across her lips before she parted them slightly and said, "Dressed so shabbily, anyone who knew you was going to a family banquet would think you were going to beg."

I looked down at my clothes, then glared at her, "Jiang Yuwei, I'm broke to begin with, and you won't even let me wear clothes that cost a few dozen yuan?"

Although it's far less luxurious and high-quality than clothes costing tens or hundreds of thousands, it's at least good value for money, and my outfit is also quite appropriate, clean and tidy.

"It's changed." Jiang Yuwei's voice left no room for argument.

I kept my eyes fixed straight ahead and said without looking away, "I have no money."

Jiang Yuwei looked confident and smiled knowingly, "I guessed it. You won't be any better off without me."

I gritted my teeth and stared at her coldly.

"Jiang Yuwei, your haughty attitude is really disgusting. With such high standards, you still want to marry a poor guy like me?"

"If you say one more word, I won't go to this banquet."

"Nausea?" Jiang Yuwei smiled faintly, her tone ambiguous. "Likewise, who would want to see you like that?"

I ignored her taunts and stopped responding; the car returned to silence.

When they arrived at the Jiang family's residence, there were many people coming and going, all dressed in expensive suits and gowns, chatting in twos and threes with peaceful expressions and friendly smiles.

The Jiang family is large and powerful, and even a small family banquet is a competition of extravagance and comparison, with everyone trying to outdo each other and avoid being looked down upon by their relatives.

I looked around but didn't see Grandpa Jiang. I only saw my mother-in-law, Mrs. Jiang, among the crowd.

She was dressed elegantly and chatting and laughing in the crowd.

Just like in my previous life, this was a family banquet hosted by Jiang's mother.

When she saw us arrive, she immediately walked towards us excitedly. Behind her was a young man who looked to be only eighteen or nineteen years old. He was Jiang Yuwei's playboy younger brother, Jiang Yichen.

When Jiang's mother saw Jiang Yuwei, she couldn't contain her joy.

"You're finally here! Mom has been waiting for you for ages."

Jiang Yuwei was no longer the aloof and domineering CEO she once was. She also had the coquettish side of a little girl, and quickly hugged her mother's arm, saying coquettishly, "I had something to do, but I rushed over to see you."

Jiang's mother carefully examined Jiang Yuwei's fair and delicate face, gently stroked it, and asked with eyes full of heartache:

"You look thinner? The nanny said you've had stomach problems lately, how are you feeling now?"

Jiang Yuwei shook her mother's arm and said softly, "It's okay, I'm all better now."

Jiang's mother looked at Jiang Yuwei with great kindness, but the next second she looked at me with a reproachful expression.

"How can you, as a husband, take care of your wife? She has a stomachache, don't you know how to take care of her?"

If my Yuwei's stomach hurts again, I'll hold you responsible.

My presence here today is a transaction, a collaboration, with Lu Yuwei. We each get what we need. I completely ignore the unfounded accusations made by Jiang's mother.

Seeing that I didn't react at all, Jiang's mother glared at me fiercely, then switched back to her gentle gaze towards her beloved child and looked at Jiang Yuwei.

"Yuwei, your father is waiting for you in the study. Go quickly."

Jiang Yuwei nodded, turned around and went upstairs.

I was left standing there, facing this mother and son who seemed to have ill intentions.

I remained completely calm. After all, this had happened countless times in my past life. In my past life, I would have been anxious and nervous, afraid of offending my in-laws. In this life, I can just give up.

At this moment, Mother Jiang smiled and spoke in a very dignified manner.

"This time, it's a family dinner, a meal where our whole family gets together."

"I'm sure everyone's tired of the food our housekeeper cooks," Jiang's mother said, glancing at me sideways. "How about I have my son-in-law show off his skills?"

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at me, and some of the younger generation, oblivious to the situation, clapped and cheered.

Most of the older generation have already sensed the undercurrents, and remain silent, quietly observing.

I held my head high and said lazily, "Sorry, my cooking skills are not very good, and I'm afraid I'll spoil everyone's fun, so I won't cook."

Jiang Yichen, who hadn't said a word, plopped down on the stool, casually crossed his legs, and asked in a roguish manner.

“Brother-in-law, I know my sister has always had a sensitive stomach. Didn’t you even learn to cook from a famous chef just for her? If my sister’s picky stomach can handle it, then other people can too.”

"Or are you saying you simply don't want to do it?"

I said bluntly, "Yes, I just don't want to do it, so what?"

Jiang Yichen, who had been grinning, instantly turned cold and snorted, "Brother-in-law, I always knew you were a gold digger and a lazy bum. You've only been married a year and you've already shown your true colors. And you still expect my sister to like you?"