19: The Yandere Warlord's Substitute Bride 19

Wen Yan's breath almost hitched when she saw this scene.

She hid in the shadow of a pillar, her nails digging deeply into her palms, staring intently at the two embracing figures in the distance.

General Fu, with his tall stature, was now crying like a child; that cold-blooded man was actually crying.

In her previous life, she had never seen General Fu cry. It should be said that no one had ever seen General Fu shed tears.

A cold-blooded man like General Fu would never allow himself to cry in front of others, yet he actually cried in front of Wen Ci.

Wen Yan clenched her fists tightly, gritting her teeth as she spat out two words, "Disgusting."

Truly disgusting.

He already had everything—money, power, status—yet he was still shedding crocodile tears here.

Truly disgusting.

And he calls himself General Fu? She couldn't help but sneer in her heart. He was just a good-for-nothing who cried in front of a woman.

Besides, what right did he have to cry?

And that bitch Wen Ci was truly good at mind games. No wonder General Fu was willing to take her out and give her freedom.

What a disgusting and despicable tactic.

Wen Yan mentally spat at both of them.

Her gaze shifted from General Fu to Wen Ci.

The cheongsam Wen Ci was wearing was something she had begged her parents for ages but couldn't get. It was a precious item that the most skilled embroiderer in Jiangnan took half a year to complete. She couldn't get it, so why could Wen Ci?

If she hadn't given Wen Ci the chance to marry General Fu, how could she possibly wear such a precious cheongsam?

Wen Ci deserved to be dirty and locked in the woodshed in the backyard forever. She simply wasn't worthy of these precious and beautiful things.

Wen Yan bit her lip. And the almost devout look in General Fu's eyes when he looked at Wen Ci made her wish she could curse General Fu for being such an idiot.

Couldn't he see that Wen Ci was just pretending? How could she possibly be that kind-hearted?

Everything good should belong to her, Wen Yan. General Fu should have offered her all the best clothes and jewelry.

"Everything, everything, should have been mine..." she squeezed out a hoarse whisper from her throat.

She suddenly wanted to step out and let General Fu see her. These past few days, she had been avoiding him, but now, seeing him so easily swayed by that bitch Wen Ci, she suddenly wanted to step out and let General Fu discover her.

Once she stepped out, the moment General Fu saw her, he would surely abandon that bitch Wen Ci immediately.

After all, General Fu clearly loved her the most, because she was originally the woman who was going to marry General Fu.

If she hadn't run away from the marriage, if she hadn't "given up" this opportunity, Wen Ci would never have met someone like General Fu in this lifetime.

Although she still detested General Fu's control and obsession with her, she detested seeing Wen Ci looking warm and happy even more. It was truly an eyesore.

So now she was going to break this warm and beautiful illusion and make Wen Ci realize that she could never compare to her.

Wen Yan tidied her dress, put on what she considered her most beautiful smile, and just as she took a step forward, she saw General Fu cup Wen Ci's face and lean down to kiss her lips directly. It was a gentle and cherished gesture that Wen Yan had never received in her previous life.

Wen Yan's pupils widened instantly. He actually kissed Wen Ci?

Didn't he love her the most?

Why was this happening?

He actually kissed Wen Ci, and in front of her!

Wen Yan bit her teeth tightly. No, General Fu must be deliberately trying to anger her, angry that she ran away from the marriage, angry that she gave the opportunity to marry him to Wen Ci.

He must be deliberately letting her see it, wanting her to regret it.

Wen Yan stumbled backward, deliberately knocking over a flowerpot behind her.

Amidst the shattering sound, General Fu's sharp gaze swept over.

And Wen Yan had already assumed a pitiful, teary-eyed posture.

She looked as if she was heartbroken and devastated to see her husband with another woman.

Wen Yan was certain that General Fu would feel pity when he saw her like this, after all, in her previous life, he would never have let her cry.

In this life, once she shed tears, even if Wen Ci was General Fu's wife, she would never surpass her position in General Fu's heart.

"General Fu..." Wen Yan called out softly, raising her hand to sadly wipe away her tears.

She expected General Fu to rush over and embrace her, eager to see him go mad for her.

But, no.

General Fu merely shifted his gaze indifferently, as if he had only seen a stray cat. He lowered his head to smooth Wen Ci's stray hairs behind her ear, not even bothering to spare a glance for the person on the ground.

Wen Ci noticed Wen Yan, and when she looked at her, the curve of her lips was a half-smile.

Wen Yan felt her self-esteem severely wounded.

How could this be?

How could General Fu not feel sorry for her? Didn't he see that she was crying?

Didn't he know that she was his destined wife?

"Sister, why are you sitting on the ground?" Wen Ci tilted her head, her red lips curving into an innocent yet cruel arc, "It's so cold."

When Wen Ci's voice fell, Wen Yan realized that her legs had unconsciously given out, and she had directly plopped down onto the ground.

And Wen Ci was actually looking down at her from above. She had to look up at that bitch Wen Ci?

She quickly tried to get up, but Wen Ci lazily walked over, her fair thigh exposed through the cheongsam's slit, her toes casually pressing on her shoulder.

This angle made Wen Yan tremble all over. She actually had to look up at this bitch who she used to step on!

"Get off!" Wen Yan suddenly tried to get up, but the foot wearing an exquisite high heel firmly pressed down on her shoulder, making her unable to move an inch.

Wen Ci even maliciously ground her heel.

"What's wrong, Sister?" Wen Ci leaned down, her long hair falling, beautiful and enchanting, "Isn't this the pose you used to love to use on me?"

She extended her fingertip to lightly tap Wen Yan's forehead, extremely insulting, "Now you're unhappy? Later... there'll be much more to be unhappy about."

Wen Yan's chest heaved violently, unable to believe that this bitch, who had always been submissive in front of her, had now become so defiant, even daring to threaten her!

Just as she was about to get angry, she suddenly remembered something, squeezed out a few tears, and turned to General Fu, "General! Someone like Wen Ci is simply not worthy of being your wife..."

"I spoiled her."

General Fu's cold voice cut off her sobbing. He stepped forward, putting one arm around Wen Ci's waist, and with the other hand, he tidied her slightly disheveled hair, not even bothering to spare a glance for the person on the ground.

"Any objections?"

Wen Yan's face instantly turned pale. She suddenly went crazy, shouting, "General Fu, I'm Wen Yan! Have you forgotten? I was supposed to be your wife!"

General Fu didn't even lift an eyelid, his voice as cold as ice, "My wife's surname is Wen, and her given name is Ci."

He lowered his head and kissed the top of Wen Ci's head, "What are you, anyway?"

Wen Yan instantly collapsed to the ground, her blood seemingly frozen.

Wen Ci yawned softly, as if she was a little sleepy.

General Fu bent down and naturally picked her up in his arms, his gaze fixed on her the entire time, his voice gentle, "My wife is tired, shall we go home?"

Wen Ci wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded, "Okay." It just so happened that she also had no interest in continuing to play with Wen Yan here.

Teasing her was truly boring; she broke down so easily with just a few moves.

General Fu left with his wife in his arms, not sparing Wen Yan a single glance behind him.