TSWPF -Chapter 266 Losing Temper

Jiang Yingying looked at Liu Wenjie in disbelief, as if the man before her was no longer the husband she knew.

“You… what did you just say?”

Liu Wenjie rubbed his temples in frustration and said calmly, “If there’s nothing important, you should go back. Don’t bother me.” Right now, he really didn’t have the mood to deal with anyone.

“You… how can you treat me like this?” Jiang Yingying’s eyes reddened instantly. She felt a mix of hurt and confusion, wondering if he had taken a liking to another woman, which was why he seemed so impatient with her.

Although Liu Wenjie had other women, normally the three concubines were mostly ornamental; he rarely went near them. So she never paid much attention to them.

Liu Wenjie let out a heavy sigh, feeling utterly exhausted. “Fine. If you want to cry, go home and cry. Don’t do it here.” He felt his father was right—he had to be firm. He couldn’t just give in every time Jiang Yingying cried; otherwise, she would only grow more demanding.

Hearing this, Jiang Yingying widened her eyes in shock. Did he really say that? She must have misheard.

After waiting a while with no response from Liu Wenjie, she choked out, “What did you just say?”

“I said, if there’s nothing important, go back. Don’t cry in front of me. I’m in a bad mood right now; can’t you see?” All this time, she had been accommodating him—when had he ever returned the favor?

Jiang Yingying stepped back, clutching her chest, shaking her head. “Husband, you’ve changed. You promised to love me forever, to tolerate me forever… and yet, you’ve changed so quickly.”

When they first met, he pursued her secretly after taking a liking to her, promising to love and cherish her for life. That’s why she had gradually been moved and agreed to marry him.

Now, what her mother had warned her had come true: men were not entirely trustworthy, and she shouldn’t give her heart away so easily.

No heart, no hurt.

With a heavy sigh, Liu Wenjie suddenly stood up, walked over, and pulled her into the study, shutting the door to keep the servants from watching.

He stepped back a few paces, looked down at her for a moment, then said, “Yes, I promised to love and cherish you for life. But you… have you ever thought about me? Huh?” He was only human—he got tired, he needed comfort. Why couldn’t she understand that?

Jiang Yingying lifted her head, tears clouding her eyes, and sniffled, “When have I ever not thought about you? Huh? Besides the children, there’s only you in my heart. How could I not think of you?”

Liu Wenjie wiped his face forcefully, his voice low and strained as he shouted, “Fine! You say you care about me—but have you ever noticed when I’m happy? Or when I’m not? Have you ever noticed?” His previous wife had been chosen by the family; he hadn’t loved her. But she had been attentive—always quietly pouring tea when he was unhappy.

If they had spent more time together, perhaps he would have fallen in love with that gentle, tender woman. But she had left too soon, never giving them the chance.

Later, he fell in love with her, marrying her as he wished.

But after more than ten years of marriage, she still couldn’t read his moods. Over time, it had become exhausting, and he just wanted her to understand him.

Jiang Yingying pressed her lips together, weakly retorting, “If you’re unhappy, why don’t you just tell me? Why make me guess? Who could guess that?”

“…When you were using all sorts of tricks, wasn’t it easy to do so? But now, with my emotions so visible, how can you not see them? Ultimately, you don’t love me enough.” If she truly loved him wholeheartedly, she wouldn’t be unable to sense his feelings.

Perhaps she was just enjoying his affection, without thinking of giving anything in return.

“Enough. Go back. If I want to go to you, I will. If I don’t, don’t send anyone to call me. Understand?” From this moment, he had to steel himself—not be swayed by her innocent expression, not be soft-hearted.

He didn’t want to be led by the nose anymore. He had to be firm.

Otherwise, how could he manage the General’s Mansion in the future?

Seeing him truly harden and turn to leave, Jiang Yingying panicked. She rushed over from behind, holding him tightly. “Husband, what’s wrong? Why are you acting so strange?” How could he change so suddenly? He was nothing like his former self.

She didn’t want him to change; she liked the old him, the one who let her do as she pleased without worry.

Gritting his teeth, Liu Wenjie grabbed her wrist firmly, pulling it away, took two quick steps forward, then turned to her. “I’m really in a bad mood right now. Please go back, okay?”

How many times did he have to say it before she understood? He didn’t want to see anyone, not even her.

Jiang Yingying didn’t dare force him anymore, afraid of provoking his displeasure. She wiped her tears and forced a smile. “Alright. I’ll wait until you’re in a better mood to come see me.” She gave him a deep look before opening the door and leaving.

After Jiang Yingying left, Liu Wenjie exhaled heavily, returned to his desk, and pressed a hidden spot on the corner. The wall silently recessed, and he took out a box, placing it on the desk.

He sat down, carefully opened the box, and took out a painting.

The first thing he saw was a poised and graceful woman, her gaze somewhere distant, lips curved slightly in a gentle smile.

This woman was his first wife, Xing Rou—gentle and tender, just as her name suggested.

Liu Wenjie reached out to touch her face in the painting but stopped halfway, pulling back. He smiled bitterly and said to her, “I wonder if you’re doing well over there? Hao’er is doing wonderfully; I’m proud of him.” He paused and sighed, “I’ve wronged Hao’er too much before… I’m sorry. I also owe you an apology… I wonder if you hate me terribly?”

Muttering, he spoke many things to Xing Rou, words buried deep in his heart that he had never even shared with Jiang Yingying.

Perhaps he knew that even if he told Jiang Yingying, she wouldn’t understand his intentions. So he never spoke of them.

At this moment, he poured his heart out to her.

Finally, Liu Wenjie gently touched Xing Rou’s face and said, “Thank you.”

Then he carefully rolled up the painting and returned it to its place.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yingying, who had been throwing a fit in her room, had no idea that her husband had been reminiscing about his late wife for so long. If she had known, given her nature, she would have created a huge scene.

Originally, she had always been wary of Xing Rou, thinking she could never compete with the deceased, worried Liu Wenjie still loved her.

Although Liu Wenjie didn’t love Xing Rou and loved her instead, she didn’t fully believe it.

Xing Rou was beautiful, dignified, and carried an innate noble aura—something she could never match. She had to admit that.

Such a woman… how could Liu Wenjie not be moved? If she were a man, encountering such a woman would surely feel the same.

So she didn’t completely trust Liu Wenjie’s words.

Perhaps that was why she had always guarded her heart, never letting it fully open.

Just as her mother had taught her: don’t give your heart too fully to a man, or you’ll only get hurt. She had kept this lesson close to her heart.

“Miss, what happened now? Won’t the master come?” Jiang Yingying’s nanny asked softly, concerned.

Jiang Yingying had smashed everything she could in her room, panting as she sat down. Gritting her teeth, she said, “Nanny, Liu Wenjie has changed. He doesn’t love me anymore.” She could feel it keenly—he had truly changed.

“Impossible! Miss, don’t overthink. The master has always listened to you,” the nanny said, startled but still smiling, trying to comfort her. “What did the master say in the study? Tell me—maybe I can help you figure something out.”

Jiang Yingying trusted her nanny deeply and recounted everything that happened in the study, including Liu Wenjie’s words.

“Nanny, listen to how heartless he is. Am I really that kind of person?”

Indeed, Miss hadn’t been as attentive to the master, but he had been exceptionally good to her. So the nanny didn’t want her to lose his favor. In the inner quarters, losing the master’s favor meant anyone could step on her, and she didn’t want that to happen.

“Miss, since the master said he’s in a bad mood, you could personally make him a nourishing soup and bring it to him. Cheer him up.”

Jiang Yingying frowned. “He just turned his back and left. Why should I go serve his cold backside?”

Seeing her stubbornness, the nanny sighed inwardly. “Miss, listen to me. Women need to be coaxed, and so do men. If you coax the master a bit, he will definitely feel happy. Truly.” She thought Miss had been influenced by some bad ideas from the matriarch, making her self-centered and not understanding how to care for others.

If this continued long-term, the master would surely grow distant toward her.

In fact, the master had been so good to Miss for over ten years—it was already rare.

“Do I really have to go?”

“Yes…” The nanny carefully explained the pros and cons again.

Jiang Yingying’s expression changed immediately. She jumped up and went to the kitchen to prepare the soup. She couldn’t let Liu Wenjie’s heart drift away.

For her children, for herself, she couldn’t lose Liu Wenjie’s heart.

Seeing her finally understand, the nanny finally relaxed.