章 2: Finally Rich
She placed her hand on the doorknob and opened it. Standing outside was a man in his sixties, his expression a mix of professionalism and concern. Who is this? she thought, confusion washing over her.
Quickly snapping out of her thoughts, she managed a smile for the older man. "Good morning! Yes, I'm awake. What do you need?"
The butler, Ling, appeared momentarily shocked to see Madame smiling at him. He quickly regained his composure and said, "Madame, I apologize for disturbing you, but Mr. Chen asked me to inform you that he had to go to the company to handle an urgent situation. He sent you a message on your phone and would like you to respond as soon as possible."
Yang Liu felt a jolt of surprise at the mention of that name. "Mr. Chen? Han Chen? Like in the book Sweethearts Forever? The father of Han Wei, the third protagonist, the man who is richer than the main character?"
A whirlwind of thoughts consumed her, and she maintained her smile, trying to project calm. "Oh, okay, I'll respond to my husband now. But just to check, has my stepson, Han Wei, gone to school yet?"
The butler smiled back, "No, the young master is still sleeping, madame."
She thanked him and closed the door, but the moment she turned around, her knees buckled, and she collapsed onto the floor. Whispering to herself in disbelief, she murmured, "I can't believe this. I'm in the book Sweethearts Forever... and I've become the stepmother of my favorite character?"
Her mind raced with possibilities. But wait, Han Chen and I signed the divorce papers shortly after getting married in the book, right? She quickly scanned her surroundings, desperate for a clue. What's the date today?
Her gaze landed on a bag draped over an armchair. Rummaging through it, she discovered the original Yang Liu's phone. Her fingers fumbled as she checked the calendar.
January 7th. Exactly one year until the divorce.
She paused, her mind whirring. The book never explained why they got divorced, only that Han Chen had some sort of agreement with Yang Liu. By signing the papers, he fulfilled his promise.
Suddenly, laughter bubbled up from within her, and she couldn't contain it. "The best part is he's rich!"
Yang Liu had always possessed a knack for accepting reality quickly. After weighing the pros and cons, she made her decision. I'll stay in this marriage for the year, then sign the divorce papers at the end. Who wouldn't want to spend a year married to a rich, handsome 35-year-old man?
Her plan began to form in her mind. She could treat Han Chen and Han Wei like friends, maybe even like a boss-employee relationship. She would help them with whatever they needed, all while staying emotionally detached. In the end, she could walk away with a healthy bank account. The thought made her chuckle again. "Finally, some luck! And at least I still look like myself—no need to get used to a new face."
With renewed determination, she started mentally plotting her next moves. Since the marriage certificate was dated yesterday, she realized she didn't have to pretend to be someone else. The book indicated that Han Chen was just helping her, suggesting they probably weren't even close.
A sigh of relief escaped her lips. Perfect. The less they knew about each other, the better. I can just be myself.
Her phone buzzed suddenly, jolting her back to the present. She glanced down, her heart racing at the sight of "Han Chen" flashing on the screen.
Han Chen's calling me?
Taking a deep breath, she answered the call, trying to keep her voice steady.
A deep, charming voice of a mature man greeted her from the other end. "Hello, Yang Liu?"
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