"Husband, you are back."
Jian Yiyi looked at the man in front of her with bright eyes, full of joy.
The man was wearing a decent suit, with a few buttons of his shirt collar casually opened, revealing a long and fair neck.
The clothes were ironed to a smooth shape, embellishment of her straight waist and increasingly slender and straight legs.
But these are not as good as his appearance. Every single one of his facial features is perfect.
The eyebrow peaks are like knives, the bridge of the nose is as graceful as a sculpture, especially the eyes, which seem to be able to suck people in.
This combination of facial features looks more and more delicate, coupled with a noble temperament, which makes people very excited.
This is her husband, Fu Yichen, the general manager of the Fu Group. He has been ranked among the top three most popular CEOs on the Internet for many years.
Jian Yiyi's ability to marry the other party can no longer be described as smoke rising from the ancestral grave.
Even though they have been married for almost two years, Jian Yizhen's heart beats faster every time she sees each other's face.
Especially the other person's eyes, Jian Yizhen likes them the most.
Whenever she felt passionate, she liked to kiss his eyelids, even with a hint of piety.
Jian Yiyi hadn't seen Fu Yichen for more than two months. When she learned that he was coming back today, she came back early to clean up.
Now that I saw him, I was chattering around him without listening, full of desire to share.
Unlike Jian Yiyi, Fu Yichen frowned slightly. He felt a little noisy and seemed to have something to say.
Just looking at Jian Yiyi like a cheerful little sparrow, Fu Yichen didn't speak immediately.
"Husband, is work going well?
You've been here for a long time this time, and you don't reply every time I send a message.
When you go out, you have to remember that there are people at home who are thinking about you, and don’t act like a missing person.
But I am magnanimous and forgive you.
My meal is almost ready. After washing up, we eat and I make noodles.
As the saying goes, dumplings fall to the ground in the beginning. I just recently learned how to make noodles with noodles. You just have to try them. "
Jian Yiyi's tone was as brisk as a barrage of words, and the air around her seemed to be lively.
Fu Yichen nodded. After flying for a day, he was indeed tired.
Besides, Fu Yichen had something to say later, saying that he really needed to regain his energy.
Listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, a blush flashed across Jian Yiyi's cheeks.
She has almost prepared the noodles and will just cook them when Fu Yichen comes out soon.
Jian Yiyi thought about it and felt it was a bit monotonous. Fortunately, there was beef that had been sauced before in the refrigerator.
Thinking that Fu Yichen still needed some time, she started to sort Fu Yichen's clothes.
Just as she picked up Fu Yichen's clothes, Jian Yiyi smelled a scent of perfume.
Although it is very light and has almost dissipated, you can still smell it as Chanel No. 5.
That is Bai Xiyue's favorite taste.
Being able to go through a long journey without dissipating shows how reluctant I was to say goodbye at the airport.
Jian Yiyi squeezed the clothes with a little force, causing a wrinkle to form on the clothes.
She subconsciously loosened and stroked it, but unfortunately it didn't heal her, just like her current mood.
Jian Yiyi didn't ask Fu Yichen. She didn't want the two of them to quarrel as soon as he came back, so she could only suppress her unhappiness.
"Husband, I've packed your suitcase too."
Jian Yiyi's tone did not change, and she opened it directly after hearing Fu Yichen's agreement.
As for the perfume-stained clothes from before?
Fu Yichen didn't miss this one, he just threw it in the trash can.
Fu Yichen didn't have much in his suitcase, so Jian Yiyi planned to cook noodles after hanging it up.
Suddenly something fell from the middle of her clothes. Jian Yiyi took a closer look and saw that it was a box of small umbrellas that had been opened.
Model: XL, ultra-thin, Fu Yichen’s favorite brand.
Jian Yiyi's originally rosy cheeks instantly turned white, and soon turned into a sneer.
"Bai Xiyue, that's all you have to think about."
That's right, whether it's the fragrance on the clothes or the small umbrella that seems to be unused, Jian Yiyi knows that this is Bai Xiyue's intention.
Although Bai Xiyue hasn't come back yet, she has already begun to declare war with herself from afar.
Jian Yiyi wanted to throw the thing away, but paused. Maybe it would be useful later.
If Bai Xiyue knew that something she was planning to disgust her with was being used by him, she would probably be disgusted instead.
Jian Yiyi thought with some evil intentions, put the things away casually, and continued to pack them indifferently, but her good mood was gone.
After Fu Yichen washed and changed his clothes, he sat at the dining table and looked at Jian Yiyi who was busy with her business. A trace of unnoticeable guilt flashed in her eyes.
"Husband, eat quickly. You must have missed my craftsmanship after being out for so long."
Jian Yiyi did not question Fu Yichen, because she would not act like a shrew according to Bai Xiyue's wishes.
So when she saw Fu Yichen appear with a trace of moisture, Jian Yiyi had returned to normal.
Jian Yiyi is not bragging, her cooking skills are very good, and these noodles are very strong.
At the dinner table, Jian Yiyi didn't seem to see the impatience in the other party's eyes, and kept giving her Amway noodle soup base, which she specially prepared using a lot of ingredients.
Jian Yiyi asked Fu Yichen to drink more, as if to make up for the weight loss caused by the business trip.
Perhaps because he couldn't bear it, Fu Yichen originally wanted to wait until after dinner to say some words.
But the long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain. He looked at Jian Yiyi and spoke solemnly.
"Yiyi, let's get a divorce."
Jian Yiyi's hands holding the vegetables paused, and she looked up at Fu Yichen blankly.
She didn't say anything, but she put a piece of soy beef into Fu Yichen's bowl with a steady hand.
It was a dish she specially learned and one that Fu Yichen once said was delicious.
"I won't divorce you, and I will never divorce you."
"You don't listen to my conditions and don't ask me why?" Fu Yichen looked at her.
Jian Yiyi smiled bitterly, conditions? The Fu family doesn't lack that kind of thing, so the gift must be generous.
As for the reason? It's just because of Bai Xiyue.
Bai Xiyue has been abroad for two years, and it's time to come back.
She was already building her presence just now, but what if she comes back?
Can Bai Xiyue and Fu Yichen be together? No, so I will never get divorced.
"We made an agreement at the beginning that you would use me to wash away the scandal between you and Bai Xiyue, and we would get married, but the premise is that as long as I don't mention divorce, you can never get divorced."
The marriage agreement between Jian Yiyi and Fu Yichen was drafted very harshly.
When both parties get married, their property, whether before or after marriage, is owned individually.
The man pays the woman 100,000 yuan a month for living expenses, and the woman is not allowed to use the man and his family for personal gain.
The term of the agreement is two years. During or after the expiration, if the man files for divorce, he needs to pay the woman 100 million in cash. If the woman files for divorce, she will leave the house.
If the woman does not agree to the divorce, the man is not allowed to force the divorce, but the monthly living allowance will be cancelled.
After that, if the woman wants a divorce, the divorce compensation will be cancelled, and the woman will leave the house.
If the man threatens the woman with divorce by means including but not limited to lawsuit, he will need to compensate the woman for 30% of the shares of Fu Group.
It can be said that both parties felt that the terms were beneficial to them at that time.
Originally, Jian Yiyi thought that her marriage would last forever, but now that she heard Fu Yichen divorce one by one, the smile disappeared from her face and she just looked straight at Fu Yichen.
