Chapter 4: The Foolish Delusion of Becoming Mrs. Sheng
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Wen Jin watched the cars passing by on the street and thanked Sister Shuang. Then, as she exited to the main page, she froze for a moment. Sheng Yang's chat had always been pinned at the top of her WeChat.
Her fingers, numbed by the wind, tapped open Sheng Yang's conversation. The chat was still from half a month ago. Wen Jin had shared with him that she had received her first order she could handle alone. Sheng Yang hadn’t replied.
To be precise, Sheng Yang rarely responded to her messages. Only occasionally, when he was in a good mood, would he begrudgingly reply with one or two words.
Wen Jin used to think Sheng Yang was just too busy with work to check his phone much. But now she gradually realized that Sheng Yang found even feigning interest in her messages too troublesome.
Yet, it was Sheng Yang who had taken the initiative in the beginning.
She sat down on a bench at the bus stop, staring blankly at the passing cars. The pain that had been seeping into her bones since yesterday finally found the perfect moment to erupt all at once.
All those suppressed emotions surged violently toward her heart the moment her mind wandered.
How could she not be sad—
She just didn’t dare to show it.
Wen Jin closed her eyes, unable to put her feelings into words. She couldn’t say much about the three years she had been with Sheng Yang. Now that she was heartbroken and numb, she still dared not speak out.
All emotions had to be buried deep inside her heart, devoured slowly by herself.
She wasn’t deaf to what Grandfather Sheng implied. Although he said he hoped Wen Jin would stay, in reality, he regarded her more as a nuisance.
He seemed worried Wen Jin might disrupt Sheng Yang’s marriage to Wen You.
Wen Jin pressed her lips tightly and finally raised her eyes slowly.
Just then, her phone rang; it was her aunt calling.
Wen Jin sluggishly answered the call, and her previously heavy mood cleared upon hearing her aunt’s words.
Her aunt said, “Xiao Jin, your father’s prison release date has been moved up. It should be in about half a month. Have him come directly to Yangcheng then.”
Wen Jin paused, instinctively saying, “I can wait and go to Yangcheng with him.”
Her aunt was less than agreeable. “Xiao Jin, we’re not short on travel expenses now. If worse comes to worst, we can go to Jingshi together to pick him up.”
Wen Jin sensed something off in her aunt’s tone.
Her brow furrowed gently. “Auntie, you…”
Her aunt sighed. “Sheng Yang is getting married. It wouldn’t make sense for you to stay in the Sheng family. After all, you’re not really siblings.”
After that, a long silence followed.
Wen Jin blinked toward the street. “Auntie, who told you that?”
“The butler from Old Master Sheng’s side called me,” she said, then hinted at some unspoken things.
She didn’t want Wen Jin to be upset, so she didn’t say more.
But Wen Jin already understood—Old Master Sheng was indeed wary of her.
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She whispered to her aunt, “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.”
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Wen Jin took the bus home.
The bus circled around the city, giving her plenty of time to think through many things.
She had grown up with her parents in Jingshi and had stayed with the Sheng family since. But this place had never truly been her home.
The dazzling city of Jingshi held no place for her to settle.
When the bus stopped at the entrance of the community, Wen Jin was momentarily dazed.
This was a high-end residential area, where the monthly rent alone swallowed more than half of her entire wages and side income.
But at first, Wen Jin hadn’t rented here; she had lived in a regular apartment building.
Sheng Yang had visited once and found it unbearable.
He had left without even stepping inside.
Wen Jin had no choice but to spend most of her savings renting this upscale apartment.
Yet even this luxurious place failed to meet Sheng Yang’s standards. He would come, but rarely stayed overnight.
Wen Jin stared blankly at her phone. After all these years in Jingshi, her savings were still pitifully small.
Most of it had been spent on Sheng Yang.
Exiting the elevator, she noticed her apartment door was open, faint light spilling out along with noisy sounds of a game.
Her steps faltered—Sheng Yang was here.
Hesitantly, she pushed the door open and saw Sheng Yang sitting on the sofa, eyes fixed unblinking on the screen, long fingers gripping the game controller.
His jacket was casually tossed aside.
His shirt was almost completely unbuttoned, revealing glimpses of collarbone, chest muscles, and abs.
He exuded a lazy, roguish air that seeped from his bones.
The apartment’s decor was all according to Sheng Yang’s tastes.
From the large screen to the leather sofa, even the chandelier, curtains, and small ornaments—all his favorites.
Sometimes Wen Jin felt like a housekeeper.
Every day she cleaned a home that wasn’t truly hers, waiting for Sheng Yang’s return.
But she was probably worse off than a housekeeper; at least they got paid, while she only ever lost money.
Composing herself, Wen Jin asked, “Why are you here?”
Sheng Yang didn’t answer and kept playing.
Wen Jin pressed her lips and reminded him, “This is my home.”
As her words fell, the screen suddenly went dark.
The character he controlled collapsed.
He tossed the controller aside and finally looked at Wen Jin, a frown of displeasure at losing the game etched between his brows.
His voice was cold and hard. “Are you really that hot-tempered?”
He was still upset over Wen You.
Sheng Yang clicked his tongue, clearly impatient.
Wen Jin’s breath caught slightly; her lashes drooped. “If you have nothing to say, you can leave.”
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A clear eviction notice.
But Sheng Yang seemed not to hear. He stood and walked straight up to Wen Jin.
His cool fingers lifted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.
Sheng Yang’s appearance was striking.
Even his eyes, when smiling, shimmered with warmth that could make one willingly drown in them.
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