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

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned and left. The old man snorted and chased after her angrily, scolding, "I was doing this for your own good! And what do you do? You took advantage and now you're acting all wronged. You were so happy last night, I almost went deaf!"

As he was scolding me, the old man turned to me and smiled gently, his eyes full of love: "Ye Qiu, hurry up and get ready, come out for dinner."

I quickly replied, "Okay, Grandpa."

"Good, good, good, you're so obedient." The old man's eyes narrowed into slits with laughter, then he turned to Jiang Yuwei and continued speaking fiercely, "You stop right there, you little brat..."

I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly washed up and got dressed.

When I looked in the mirror, I almost didn't recognize myself.

The person in the mirror had a face as red as a ripe apple, lips swollen like sausages, and several ambiguous hickeys and a clear teeth mark on their neck. Who wouldn't misunderstand this?

"Jiang Yuwei!" I was so angry, I really wanted to settle the score with her. How could I face anyone after what happened last night!

But after thinking about it, I decided against it. I couldn't really bite her back; she probably wouldn't feel good about it either.

I changed into a turtleneck sweater, but even though autumn has arrived, it was still so hot that I was sweating profusely.

When we arrived at the restaurant, the old man seemed to have already finished scolding Jiang Yuwei. He was smiling and putting food on my plate, saying, "You look so tired. Eat more to nourish yourself."

I smiled at the old man with a smile brighter than a flower, thinking to myself that I couldn't tell him about what happened last night, or he would make a fuss again next time.

Jiang Yuwei didn't say much, eating her meal with a cold expression, occasionally sneezing, probably a "aftereffect" of last night.

I bet she won't bring it up herself. Jiang Yuwei has a strong sense of pride; if this gets out, she'll be so ashamed she won't be able to eat.

However, seeing me calmly making up stories, a hint of disdain flashed across her face, and a cold smile curled at the corner of her mouth: "You really know how to make things up."

I rolled my eyes at her and retorted, "If you can't speak properly, then shut up. Nobody thinks you're mute."

Jiang Yuwei glanced at me, her eyes as deep as a black hole. I deliberately ignored her, turned around and put a piece of meat on Grandpa's plate, and said with a smile, "Grandpa, I've found a job, so I probably won't be able to come see you as often in the future."

Although there's still no definite news about the divorce, I need to gradually reduce the number of times I see my grandfather.

Upon hearing this, Grandpa was surprised but also pleased, and said with a smile, "Great! Work is important. What are you planning to do? How about going to Yuwei's place? Grandpa will arrange a place for you."

Jiang Yuwei, who was drinking her soup expressionlessly, suddenly said, "Our company doesn't support idlers."

My heart skipped a beat when I heard that.

A nobody? Indeed, in Jiang Yuwei's eyes, during this year of marriage, I was probably just a decoration, nothing more than someone who could cook.

Just as I was about to retort, Grandpa suddenly slammed his hand on the table, glaring at Jiang Yuwei: "Jiang Yuwei, Ye Qiu is your husband! How could you say such a thing about him! Do you even want to live a peaceful life anymore?!"

Jiang Yuwei's face darkened further, but she didn't say a word.

Grandpa called her by her first name, so he was clearly angry. I quickly tried to smooth things over: "Grandpa, don't be angry, it's okay. I'm not going to Jiang Yuwei's company. I already have a job, and I started working yesterday."

"The boss and colleagues are all very nice, and the work environment is very harmonious."

After I said that, both Grandpa and Jiang Yuwei looked at me.

Jiang Yuwei replied indifferently, "A chef or a receptionist? You have a pretty face, but don't be a naive and innocent girl who gets sold out and still helps the seller count the money."

Upon hearing this, my face instantly fell. Had Jiang Yuwei taken a tantrum today? Every word she uttered was barbed!

She's been acting strange since she woke up this morning, all weird and irrational. Is it because I didn't spend time with her last night, leaving her to soak in cold water all night, and she's upset about it? Or... is she sexually frustrated?

Grandpa immediately lost his temper: "Shut up! How can you talk like that?"

After saying that, he turned to me gently and asked, "Don't pay attention to her. Just enjoy your work. Are you tired?"

Seeing how protective my grandfather was of me, I felt a warm glow inside. "I'm not tired. This is a job that I both enjoy and am good at."

I'm already quite adept at my role as an illustrator, and besides, I was hired with a high salary; it's something I can handle with a little thought.

I naturally don't plan to publicize this. As long as I keep my mouth shut, Jiang Yuwei will have no way of knowing. In the event of a divorce in the future, we can keep to ourselves and avoid interfering in each other's affairs.

When the old man heard this, he couldn't stop smiling and kept praising me for being quick-witted and capable of achieving great things in anything I did.

Jiang Yuwei, however, was unimpressed and snorted coldly: "You just graduated and you're already staying home as a stay-at-home husband, what else can you do?"

"Alright, if you really want to find a job, you can pick any position you want at my branch office."

I scoffed: "Am I your personal chef, or just a pretty face at the front desk for people to admire?"

She frowned: "Whatever."

I smiled calmly: "As long as you're around, I don't care. Don't interfere with my work."

At this moment, the old man coughed a few times, but didn't say much. He just secretly gave me a wink, his eyes full of satisfaction, as if to say, "This kid has finally made something of himself, daring to challenge Jiang Yuwei."

I noticed a crack appear on Jiang Yuwei's indifferent face; a hint of displeasure shone through her delicate features, yet the corners of her mouth involuntarily curled up.

Three years have passed; how could I not understand her? Jiang Yuwei's desire for control is terrifying. She likes to have everything under her control, including people and events. Isn't the story of Meng Ziyin and Chen Yiran the best proof of that?

My actions were undoubtedly a challenge to her authority. Did she feel that I, as the "son-in-law of the Jiang family," had embarrassed her by working? Or was she displeased that I, a caged bird, dared to spread my wings and fly? Whatever the reason, I was happy to see it happen; the angrier she was, the more pleased I felt.

With the old man's protection, Jiang Yuwei didn't say anything more at the dinner table. After the meal, I unceremoniously took her car keys and drove off before she could react.

"Ye Qiu, stop the car!" she shouted behind me, her voice tinged with anger.

I slowed down and pulled over, rolling down the window, but didn't get out. I watched her approach slowly in her sharp business attire and high heels, her beautiful face concealing an endless gloom.

I smiled innocently: "Mr. Jiang, you're so capable, walking twenty kilometers is no problem for you. As for me, I'm a bit lazy and have to drive to work. Take your time, and good luck!"

After saying that, I gave her the middle finger, and then, just as her face turned ashen, I stepped on the gas and sped away.

In the rearview mirror, her figure grew smaller and smaller. Although I couldn't see her expression, I could already imagine her anger at that moment.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Jiang Yuwei, what goes around comes around. This time, it's your turn to taste what I went through!