After Divorce, My Ex-Wife Became My Creditor - Chapter 31 - Mom, Please Take Him Away

After returning home, Wen Nuan stormed off to take a shower, still fuming. Han Qian reheated some food, and just as he was about to eat, Yan Qingqing called. She informed Han Qian that she had secured the land, and if his plan failed tomorrow, she’d find someone to break his arm. The antique phone’s volume was loud, and Wen Nuan heard Yan Qingqing’s words clearly, muttering “vixen” under her breath. Suddenly, Yan Qingqing shrieked, shouted “My husband doesn’t eat snacks,” and hung up.

Wen Nuan, who had already calmed down, recalled the call Han Qian received while playing basketball. So, it was that wretched Yan Qingqing!

It seemed a war between the two women had been ignited, leaving Han Qian bewildered as he stared at his phone, mumbling, “Yan Qingqing got married?”

After dinner, Wen Nuan returned to her room with a blank expression, not questioning Han Qian about anything.

Exhausted from the day’s events, Han Qian took a shower and went to bed early, contemplating the upcoming executive meeting. He pulled out his phone and called Su Liang to check on the preparations. Just as the call ended, the door swung open, and Wen Nuan, clad in cartoon pajamas, stood there with her fists clenched, pouting and glaring at Han Qian.

Seeing this, Han Qian quickly got up, remembering the nightmare from a few days ago.

“Han Qian! I’m going to fight you.”

The 1.72-meter Wen Nuan lunged at Han Qian.

Han Qian lay flat on the tatami mat as Wen Nuan sat on his back. He truly didn’t dare to tussle with this pampered young lady, fearing he might accidentally hurt her. Lying on the mat, he said helplessly, “Why are you acting crazy? I have no romantic involvement with Yan Qingqing. She’s not as pretty as you, not as tall as you, and your personality is way better. Even if I were blind, I wouldn’t ignore a beauty like you for a lioness like Yan Qingqing! You’re turning into a leopard yourself.”

“Liar! Han Qian, you still owe me money!”

Wen Nuan lightly slapped the back of Han Qian’s head, more like a tickle than anything else. Suddenly, Han Qian chuckled.

“Wen Nuan, I didn’t realize you had such a… well-padded behind!”

“You pervert!”

Wen Nuan shrieked, her heel landing on Han Qian’s head. Blushing, she covered her backside and dashed back to her room. Han Qian chuckled to himself and closed his eyes to sleep.

The next morning, he woke up early, determined not to be late. As he dressed and went downstairs, he found breakfast already prepared. Confused, he looked at Wen Nuan sitting at the table. She was dressed in a white suit, wearing light makeup, and had on earrings she hadn’t worn in ages. Han Qian cautiously approached the table, and Wen Nuan, with a soft smile and narrowed eyes, said, “Qian-Ge, breakfast is ready.”

Wen Nuan, who never got up before seven, had gone out to buy breakfast? And today’s sharp outfit-Han Qian felt something was off. Wen Nuan’s behavior was too unusual; he hadn’t seen her like this in three years.

Han Qian swallowed hard, forcing a smile.

“I’m… I’m not hungry. Uh… Wen Nuan, just call me Han Qian. I’m in a hurry to get to work.”

Wen Nuan squinted, her smile gentle and soft.

“Qian-Ge, Rongyao starts at nine. Are you leaving early to pick up Yan Qingqing? If not, why don’t you sit down? Of course, if you need me to drive you to work, I can do that too.”

Han Qian knew this issue wouldn’t be easily brushed aside. He sat down, sweat beading on his forehead as he ate the fried dough sticks. His mind was on the verge of collapse. If Wen Nuan kept this up, he feared he’d be driven insane. Wen Nuan propped her chin on her hand, watching Han Qian without touching her chopsticks, her smile gentle and affectionate.

“Qian-Ge, should I get you a car? So you don’t have to squeeze onto the bus in the morning. The Raptor is comfortable to drive, and not too expensive.”

“I can’t afford the gas!”

“Then should I drive you to work?”

“Are you trying to make sure everyone knows about us?”

“This way, those little vixens will give up their hopes. Stop thinking you can snatch someone from Wen Nuan’s grasp. Han Qian, let me tell you, until you pay back what you owe me, you’re tagged as belonging to Wen Nuan!”

With that, Wen Nuan grabbed the car keys and left, slamming the door behind her. Han Qian sighed helplessly as he ate the fried dough sticks, pulling out his phone to call Li Jinhe. As soon as the call connected, before she could speak, Han Qian sighed.

“Mom, please, take Wen Nuan away. We were cordial when married, but now divorced, she’s all fists and kicks. I can’t take it anymore.”

Li Jinhe, just waking up, hadn’t fully gathered her thoughts. Hearing Han Qian’s complaints, she asked, puzzled.

“Can’t take it? Out of money? I’ll transfer some to you. Wen Nuan does spend a bit lavishly, but if you need money, just tell me. After all, the money Mr. Wen and I have will eventually be yours.”

Han Qian felt like crying. His mother-in-law hadn’t taken their divorce seriously at all. Holding the phone, Han Qian sighed helplessly.

“Mom, it’s not about money. I’m working at Rongyao Group now, and at work… Never mind, you rest. I’m off to work.”

Better not tell Li Jinhe. If she knew about Yan Qingqing’s “My Grassland, My Horse, I do as I please,” she’d probably be furious. Then Wen Nuan might still be here, but he’d likely have to resign from Rongyao.

Han Qian thought the best and worst decision of his life was divorcing Wen Nuan, but he couldn’t deny that her presence had changed his life.

Off to work!

Taking it one day at a time, trying not to think about the mess. First, he needed to pay off Wen Nuan. But how could he not think about it? He’d have to spend the New Year with Wen Nuan, and the thought of it made his head ache.

Listlessly clocking in, he walked into the office and slumped over his desk. Su Liang, who had been flirting with a colleague, abandoned the charm and hurried over to Han Qian, speaking softly.

“Qian-Ge, you finally made it. I heard you left with General Manager Yan last night?”

Han Qian lifted his head, looking at Su Liang with a weary expression.

“I’d rather not have left with her. Liang, do you know how I spent yesterday at the Wijing banquet? A wire brush nearly scrubbed my face.”

“Qian-Ge, you’re the rich lady’s joy. Your face looks fine; General Manager Yan wouldn’t be that harsh.”

“It wasn’t General Manager Yan! Su Liang, if two women were fighting over you, what would you do?”

“Share the bed, spread the love…”

Clearly, there was no way to communicate. Han Qian stood up in frustration, intending to go out for a smoke. Just then, Yang Lan rushed in, pulling Han Qian and Su Liang towards the fourteenth floor.

“Stop dawdling. General Manager Yan started the meeting an hour early today and has been under attack from Mr. Gao and the executives for an hour already. Is the proposal ready? Success or failure depends on you two.”

Han Qian took a deep breath.

It was finally happening.