Lu Fa and the others were at a loss, completely baffled by the situation. This was far from what they anticipated.

Yang Jingwan’s husband wasn’t a middled-aged man with greasy looks or an old geezer; rather, he was a strikingly handsome young man.

Previously, these girls had looked down on Yang Jingwan.

But upon seeing Wang Haoran, they instantly understood why she married so swiftly. Even if Wang Haoran wasn’t driving a McLaren P1 or had no wealth, these girls would still be willing to marry him.

With such a handsome and charming face, a tall stature, and an aura of a noble prince, many women would be eager to pursue him. It was no surprise Yang Jingwan was captivated.

“Isn’t this supposed to be a gathering? Why is everyone standing here?” Wang Haoran asked, noticing the dazed crowd.

“I… I’ve already booked a private room. Please, follow me,” Lu Fa stammered, responding respectfully before leading the way.

He had harbored hopes for Yang Jingwan, but seeing Wang Haoran’s presence, he immediately felt inadequate and let go of any hope he had, wishing her well instead. After all, Yang Jingwan was the goddess he’d adored for four years, always having a devoted attitude. Now that he saw her with such a good match, what was there to be unwilling about?

During the meal, Lu Fa toasted to Yang Jingwan, sincerely wishing her happiness. Other classmates eagerly expressed good wishes to her as well.

Yang Jingwan, still in a dreamlike state, fully embraced her role as Wang Haoran’s wife, smiling and responding to everyone’s blessings.

As the meal concluded, the classmates dispersed. Yang Jingwan and Wang Haoran walked to the open-air parking lot.

She opened her arms to hug Wang Haoran, closing her eyes with a happy smile as she recalled everything that happened that day, feeling like it was a dream.

After a while, she opened her eyes, releasing Wang Haoran from her embrace and looking at him with tenderness.

“Thank you for giving me such a dreamy day. But now that the dream is over, it’s time to wake up,” she said softly.

“Actually, if you want, this dream can continue,” Wang Haoran replied, looking into her eyes.

“You… you don’t mind me?” Yang Jingwan was taken aback.

“Have I ever shown any disdain for you since the first time we met?” Wang Haoran countered.

He understood the typical storyline where despite being married, a female lead like Yang Jingwan remained pure.

Hearing this, Yang Jingwan’s heart surged as she recalled their past encounters. Wang Haoran had indeed never shown disdain but had always helped and cared for her.

Was this true love?

Yang Jingwan hesitated, unsure how to respond.

Wang Haoran didn’t pressure her, saying instead, “It’s getting late. Let me take you home.”

Although Yang Jingwan’s affection level was at 75, under the moral constraints of her character, the situation was quite special. Unlike Tang Bingyun or Qin Yunhan, if he acted rashly now, Yang Jingwan would definitely resist due to her conservative nature. A mere 75 affection level wasn’t enough for her to disregard everything and abandon her principles.

When her affection level reached 90, Wang Haoran would consider making a move.

“Get in the car.”

Wang Haoran, like a gentleman, opened the car door and shielded Yang Jingwan’s head with his hand as she entered, ensuring she wouldn’t bump her head.

Around ten o’clock in the evening, the McLaren arrived near Yang Jingwan’s apartment building.

Wang Haoran opened the car door for Yang Jingwan to step out and watched her leave.

Yang Jingwan walked towards the apartment building but kept looking back every few steps. Upon reaching a distance of thirty steps, she suddenly ran back to Wang Haoran.

She reached out, wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on tiptoe, and closed her eyes, leaning in.

After ten breaths, Yang Jingwan let go.

Suppressing her wildly beating heart, she said, “I won’t let you down.”

With that, she covered her flushed face and hurriedly left as if fleeing.

Wang Haoran touched the lipstick mark on his lips and chuckled silently, wondering what expression the “shameless war god” would have when he found out.

…

Yang Jingwan quietly entered the apartment’s living room.

The room was in complete darkness.

She turned on the light, only to be startled and scream upon seeing Su Lang sitting on the sofa.

“What are you doing, sitting in the dark like that? You scared me to death!” she exclaimed, patting her chest.

“I called you so many times, why didn’t you answer?” Su Lang asked with a frown.

“My phone was off, how could I answer?”

“Then when you’re coming back so late, you should at least call to say something, right?”

“I called my mom and told her I had something to do tonight. Isn’t that enough? Didn’t my mom tell you?”

Su Lang shook his head, glancing at Yang Jingwan’s outfit:

“Why are you dressed like this? Where did you go?”

“The company held a party,” Yang Jingwan lied, trying to avoid more questions, and then turned the tables:

“What do you mean, questioning me like this? Do I have to report my whereabouts to you?”

“I’m exhausted from work every day, and you only cook, questioning me when I get home. Do you even want to live together?”

“I…” Su Lang felt guilty.

“What do you mean ‘I’? If you don’t trust me, then… let’s get a divorce,” Yang Jingwan seized the opportunity.

“Wife, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have doubted you,” Su Lang quickly apologized.

“Su Lang, we’ve been together for over a year. You should have realized by now that I don’t like you at all. Why force it? Let’s get a divorce; it’s better for both of us,” Yang Jingwan sighed.

“Wife, I can’t live without you. I don’t want a divorce!” Su Lang insisted.

“What’s all this shouting about in the middle of the night?” Li Manli emerged from the bedroom, rubbing her eyes.

“Mom, Jingwan says she wants a divorce. Please persuade her!” Su Lang quickly said.

“Divorce? That’s great, it should have happened long ago!” Li Manli exclaimed, almost raising her arms in agreement.

“Mom, have you forgotten how I married Jingwan? If I divorce her, aren’t you afraid of bad luck returning?” Su Lang reminded her.

“Bah, bah, bah, we’re doing well now. Old Yang’s project is secured, and Jingwan made a lot of money selling houses. You, with your crow’s mouth, shut up,” Li Manli snapped.

“If it weren’t for me, all of this would be lost,” Su Lang sneered.

“Give me a break. Our family is on the rise now, and we’ll continue to do well without you,” Li Manli retorted.

Su Lang didn’t want to argue further with Li Manli, focusing instead on Yang Jingwan:

“Your parents were the ones who wanted us to get married. Now that your family’s bad luck is gone, you want a divorce. Are you simply cutting ties?”

Su Lang shamelessly positioned himself on the moral high ground, hoping to make Yang Jingwan reconsider the divorce.

In truth, the Yang family’s misfortune was Su Lang’s doing behind the scenes, orchestrated to make Yang Jingwan marry him. But, naturally, Su Lang wouldn’t reveal this fact.

“Su Lang, I really don’t like you. Why cling to me?” Yang Jingwan, moved by Su Lang’s words, softened her tone in hopes of persuading him.

Su Lang thought for a moment and replied:

“After the wedding, if you still feel the same, I’ll agree to the divorce.”

Originally, he intended to win Yang Jingwan’s love as an ordinary person, but seeing the current situation, it seemed impossible. Therefore, he planned to reveal his identity as a “war god” at the wedding.

He wanted Yang Jingwan to know the invincible and illustrious husband she had. He was confident that once his identity was revealed, Yang Jingwan would fall hopelessly in love with him.

“Alright, it’s a deal,” Yang Jingwan agreed, seeing that Su Lang relented.

Changing her mind was impossible; this marriage was definitely ending.