Chapter 31: The Good-for-Nothing Husband's Magnificent Comeback!

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Back then, Jiang Ruoxue and Lu Fan only registered their marriage without holding a wedding ceremony. Therefore, she had never seen Lu Fan dressed in a suit. His tall, statuesque figure was naturally suited to it. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, and his hair neatly styled in a side part, his fair skin complemented by eyes that carried a subtle, perennial calmness. Standing there, he exuded an aloof and commanding presence, the very image of a domineering CEO. If he had dressed like this earlier, what business would Shen Qianye have had?

Noticing Jiang Ruoxue staring intently at him, Lu Fan felt somewhat awkward; after all, this was the first time he had dressed this way. “Is it strange?” he asked, lowering his gaze to examine himself. Jiang Ruoxue snapped back to reality, realizing she had been fixated on his eyes without blinking. How embarrassing—she had seen men before! “No, it’s quite good.”

Vivian smiled broadly. “See, I told you your husband has a good foundation. You know what they say: clothes make the man. Doesn’t he look much better like this?”

“Not bad, but he’s still missing one thing.”

“What’s that?”

Jiang Ruoxue selected a Patek Philippe watch and approached Lu Fan. “Hold out your hand.”

Lu Fan complied obediently, and Jiang Ruoxue fastened a black wristwatch onto his wrist. In truth, he disliked wearing accessories since he could roughly tell the time by the sky. But knowing she wanted him to save face, he didn’t protest—after all, they only had about twenty days left together.

Jiang Ruoxue was still immersed in thoughts of reconciliation, unaware that Lu Fan was already counting down to their departure.

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Lu Fan drove toward the restaurant when Jiang Ruoxue’s phone pinged with a message.

[Zhao Bingbing: Snow, have you arrived yet?]

[Yes, we’re here.]

Jiang Ruoxue furtively snapped a photo of Lu Fan—her first time taking a picture of him—and felt a guilty thrill, like a thief caught in the act. The dim lighting outside and the candid shot rendered his face indistinct, only a vague silhouette visible. Clearly, a handsome man radiating atmosphere.

She sent the photo to Zhao Bingbing, who glanced at it and immediately mistook him for Shen Qianye. As expected, Jiang Ruoxue had been tricked: she had only casually mentioned it, and yet Zhao had actually brought Shen Qianye along.

She closed her phone and confided this to those around her, prompting a flurry of gossip: “No way? Bringing another man around before the divorce is finalized?”

“Who can blame her? If I were wealthy, I’d hire thirty male models—one for each day.”

“Tch, she’s just fickle. Back in school, she pretended to be aloof, but look at her now—living with a kept husband and still casually dating wealthy young men outside.”

“All these so-called goddesses only feign innocence. Didn’t you know the Jiang family nearly went bankrupt years ago? She begged me once—ten thousand and she’d spend the night.”

“Tsk, who’d have thought the cold school belle was so easy? If I sold cars, I’d buy a couple of nights with her.”

“Don’t get your hopes up—that was five years ago, prices have gone up since…”

The crowd bantered on as Jiang Ruoxue pushed open the door and immediately heard their mocking laughter.

“What are you laughing at so happily?” she asked coolly.

The group quickly sobered. “The school belle’s here. Come, sit here; the monitor saved this seat just for you.”

“School belle? Call her President Jiang! She’s a ruthless female CEO now. Here, President Jiang, have some tea.”

Their tone shifted instantly, two faces shown—one in public and one in private.

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Zhao Bingbing envied Jiang Ruoxue, who was always the center of attention, her jealousy souring her mood. Yet she forced a smile. “Snow, where’s Mr. Shen?”

Jiang Ruoxue looked puzzled. “You mean Shen Qianye? What about him?”

“Wasn’t he supposed to come with you? I didn’t see him.”

“President Jiang, that’s unfair. Everyone else brought family members; you bring a boyfriend? Are you worried your kept husband won’t measure up?”

“Haha, President Jiang, do you know what it takes to become your kept man? Do you think I’m qualified?”

“Ruoxue, it’s not that I don’t care, but if you accepted my pursuit, would you still be looking for a kept man?”

These remarks came from a few wealthy second-generation heirs who once courted Jiang Ruoxue and were rejected. Now, nursing grudges, they deliberately stirred the pot to embarrass her.

“Wu, you’re joking. I wouldn’t dare aim so high. My husband went to park the car; he’ll be here soon,” Jiang Ruoxue replied calmly.

At that moment, Lu Fan pushed open the door. “Sorry, I’m late.”

The room fell silent as all eyes turned to him.

Zhao Bingbing had made up her mind: whether it was Shen Qianye or Lu Fan today, she could mock Jiang Ruoxue’s loyalty if it was the former, or find a reason to ridicule if it was the latter. Jiang Ruoxue always carried herself with pride; finally, there was a chance to see her brought low.

But when the girls in the class saw Lu Fan’s appearance, each sighed in admiration, “So handsome! Is he some kind of celebrity?”