Chapter 45: Jiang Ci You, You Are Not Allowed to Think of Other Men

Yan Feng lifted his head to look at the newcomer. When he saw the man's face, the rage in his eyes shifted to astonishment. He seemed unable to process what he was seeing.

"Your Highness?"

Yan Feng’s first reaction was disbelief.

Bo Jinxi casually wrapped an arm around Jiang Ciyou’s slender waist. He lowered his head and asked, “Are you hungry? What would you like to eat later?”

Jiang Ciyou thought for a moment. “I want your sweet and sour ribs.”

“Alright, then let’s stop by the market for some ribs first.”

Yan Feng watched their intimate, natural exchange, still unable to believe his eyes. But the man before him was the Crown Prince of the Capital’s elite circle. The Yan family had yet to secure the Paradise Resort project.

Suppressing his emotions with great effort, Yan Feng asked, “Mr. Bo? May I ask, what is your relationship with my wife?”

At the old matriarch’s birthday banquet, he and Jiang Ciyou had attended as husband and wife. With Bo Jinxi’s status, how could he possibly go after another man’s wife, knowing she was married?

Bo Jinxi kept his arm around Jiang Ciyou’s waist. A cold, mocking smile played on his lips. “Isn’t it obvious?”

Fury surged within Yan Feng. “Mr. Bo, are you not aware that Jiang Ciyou is a married woman?”

Bo Jinxi sneered. “A married woman? Then, Young Master Yan, why don’t you show me your marriage certificate?”

Yan Feng’s face darkened. It was clear Bo Jinxi had discovered they were never officially married.

Yan Feng replied coolly, “We may not have registered our marriage, but we held a wedding, entertained guests, and after the ceremony, Jiang Ciyou moved into my home. Our union is legitimate in every sense but for that piece of paper, which cannot erase three years of marriage.”

“My wife is indeed beautiful, but I don’t believe Mr. Bo would be swayed by her looks or her words, nor would you risk the Bo family’s reputation and make both our families the subject of ridicule.”

Yan Feng had his own suspicions now. There must have been some previous connection between Jiang Ciyou and Bo Jinxi—perhaps due to that interview. But he never expected the lack of a marriage certificate would become Jiang Ciyou’s passport to lure another man.

No certificate—does that mean their marriage doesn’t count? Does it negate three years together?

Bo Jinxi’s face was etched with irony. “Young Master Yan, your shamelessness is truly eye-opening. If you and she are husband and wife in every sense, then shouldn’t there be loyalty and fidelity between you? Tell me, then, how do you explain Miss Xia’s child?”

“As for the Yan family’s reputation, that was lost the day you eloped with your lover. Why concern yourself with it now?”

Bo Jinxi stepped forward, firmly placing himself between Jiang Ciyou and Yan Feng.

“Young Master Yan, Jiang Ciyou is now my girlfriend. I ask you not to harass her again, or don’t blame me for denying the Yan family any chance at the Paradise Resort project.” With that, Bo Jinxi took Jiang Ciyou’s hand and led her to the car.

Fury boiled within Yan Feng, yet he found it all hard to believe. How could Jiang Ciyou have ended up with the Capital’s Crown Prince? Perhaps it was just coincidence—Bo Jinxi happened to pass by, saw them quarreling, and played the hero? These so-called heirs loved playing savior, didn’t they? The more he dwelled on it, the more plausible it seemed.

But watching Jiang Ciyou disappear into Bo Jinxi’s car, his heart twisted with agitation.

By the time Xia Ling caught up, Jiang Ciyou was gone.

She approached Yan Feng, uneasily asking, “Ah Feng, do you still love Ciyou?”

She’d asked him that before, whenever her insecurities got the better of her. In the past, Yan Feng would always deny it righteously and comfort her gently.

But today, a storm of irritation churned inside him. He didn’t even want to speak.

Xia Ling watched Yan Feng, growing more uncertain by the second. If Yan Feng wavered, they might just reconcile. All her plans would go up in smoke.

She tugged on Yan Feng’s sleeve, her eyes misting over. Her voice was soft, almost pleading, “Ah Feng, will you divorce Ciyou?”

Yan Feng looked down at Xia Ling. In all their years together, this was the first time she’d made such a request.

Xia Ling gazed up at him, tears glimmering in her eyes, looking so innocent and pitiable—like an abandoned, wounded rabbit that invoked a man’s instinct to comfort and protect.

Once, Yan Feng would have softened instantly. But now, he knew all too well this was a façade. Xia Ling was not as pure or harmless as she appeared. Otherwise, her computer wouldn’t be filled with fabricated dirt on Jiang Ciyou.

Xia Ling had never known about the lack of a marriage certificate between him and Jiang Ciyou. Without a marriage, there could be no divorce.

Yet for some reason, Yan Feng had no desire to explain any of this to her, especially not now.

“Didn’t you say you didn’t care about titles or formalities? That all you wanted was to stay by my side?”

Xia Ling was surprised by Yan Feng’s reply. He had promised her before that one day she would become Mrs. Yan. Now, his gaze was cold and piercing, filled with a chilling scrutiny—so unfamiliar, he seemed like an entirely different person.

She hurried to explain, “I’m not trying to force you to divorce Ciyou. It’s just that after what she said today, everyone at work looks at me like I’m the other woman. I can endure people talking about me, but I don’t want our child to be pointed at and judged after he’s born.”

Her voice was laden with grievance. “Will our child really have to leave the father’s name blank on his birth certificate?”

Yan Feng’s irritation only deepened. At the mention of the child, he held himself in check.

Finally, he said, “We’ll talk about this later. In any case, I won’t let you or the baby suffer.”

His attitude left Xia Ling chilled. Before they returned to the country, Yan Feng had promised to take responsibility for the baby, to clear every obstacle for them, to let her become Mrs. Yan in grand fashion. But since they’d come back and encountered Jiang Ciyou, everything had changed.

She could feel Yan Feng’s indecision and waffling. He still resented Jiang Ciyou, because he could never get over what happened. But if he ever learned that everything between them was orchestrated by her, she would be finished.

She couldn’t let them clear up their misunderstandings. She had to push them to divorce as soon as possible. If Yan Feng couldn’t be moved, she would have to act on Jiang Ciyou’s side.

A plan was already taking shape in her mind.

Meanwhile, after Jiang Ciyou got into Bo Jinxi’s car, she leaned lazily against the window, watching the scenery outside.

Bo Jinxi looked at her languid posture and knew her mood was low. He reached out, taking her small, delicate hand in his large palm.

“Jiang Ciyou, you’re not allowed to think about any other man.”

She turned to look at his peerlessly handsome profile and smiled. “How I miss the old days—back then you were so sweet and obedient. When did you become so domineering?”