Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat! Chapter 531 - 13: After Divorce, the Cannon Fodder Joins the

The live broadcast continues, and everyone watches the Domineering President sitting all alone on the living room sofa, his hair a bit ssy and his figure sowhat desolate.

[The Domineering President looks so pathetic]

[Is it that he doesn’t even know how to use an electric kettle? No wonder he’s the Domineering President, never lifting a finger to do any chores]

[This is just too exaggerated, really, in modern society he can’t even use a kettle?]

[I also think it’s too much, just plug it in and press a button, is the Domineering President really that dumb?]

Seeing that the online opinion was off, the company’s PR departnt imdiately deployed the pre-purchased internet comntators.

[The Domineering President, decisive in the business arena, is actually a total novice in life, how adorable is that contrast]

[The clumsy Domineering President seems more relatable, hahaha]

[Clumsy as hell, isn’t he just a useless mama’s boy?]

Sister Fang spoke with indignation.

Knowing the inside story, seeing Murong Yan’s clumsy look made her angry.

He was a mama’s boy in his childhood. During the startup period, Jiang Lai wholeheartedly and without complaint took care of him, turning him into a useless person who can’t even use a kettle; ultimately, this mama’s boy relied on a bit of luck and skill to succeed, so he doesn’t need to lift a finger in life now.

How could such a clueless person be called relatable?

That made her laugh.

Sister Fang tried to continue her tirade, but as soon as the ssage was sent, a warning popped up.

[Civilized bullet screens, please refrain from speaking randomly]

Trying again, she found herself blocked.

"Screw it, useless mama’s boy."

——

Murong Yan clutched his stomach, staring blankly ahead.

It had been a long ti since he felt like this. Even when he ca ho exhausted after a day or attended business etings on an empty stomach, he never felt stomach pains like sothing was burning inside.

At this mont, soone ca down the stairs. Murong Yan quickly sat up straight, turning to find it was Jiang Lai.

Instinctively, he wanted to leave, unwilling to be alone with Jiang Lai.

After the divorce, he didn’t want any more entanglents with Jiang Lai, nor did he want to give the online speculators any chance to create gossip. Of course, he didn’t want Jiang Lai to feel there was a chance for reconciliation.

Just as he was about to leave, Jiang Lai walked straight to the bar, filled the kettle with water, and placed it on the base. The boiling button was in the middle of the handle, and for soone who never did chores, it required so luck to find it.

The sound of the boiling kettle was loud, making the spacious living room even more silent.

[Could it be that Jiang Lai hasn’t given up hope again?]

[If she indeed wants to cozy up to the Domineering President, I’d go straight from fan to anti]

[What are you thinking, surely just trying to get closer, otherwise who would stay up late just to co downstairs to boil water?]

[It’s none of your business if soone cos downstairs to drink water]

Murong Yan just sat still, realizing whatever he did would stir discussion; the best course was to do nothing.

Jiang Lai helped herself to a glass of water, and then quietly took it upstairs, without a word exchanged with Murong Yan; it was extrely quiet.

By the ti Murong Yan looked up again, only he was left in the living room.

Steam was rising from the spout of the kettle behind him.

He pursed his lips.

Involuntarily, he thought of the early days of his startup when his mother was seriously ill, and he was busy with the company while caring for his mother. Those days were both hard and tiring, but every ti he ca ho, there’d always be a hot al on the table.

No matter how late he returned, there’d always be a cup of warm water on the coffee table.

He’d grown accustod to these small details, like a simple cup of water or a al; how could he ever rember them.

But now, in this silent night, where his stomach pain made breathing difficult, soone still silently made him a cup of water.

For so reason, his heart felt a bit heavy.

The hot water, usually picked up easily, was now set before him at alti; he had long considered these the most ordinary things in his life.

But just now, he unexpectedly felt a weird, sour twinge.

Jiang Lai still cared about him.

Unfortunately, he didn’t love her.

Even though he knew she was devoted to him, even though he understood she loved him deeply, and even though her goodness towards him was undeniable.

But love was not there.

Three years of dating, three years of marriage, he had never loved her.

Not even the desire to touch her.

He always thought himself a purely rational being, never imagining he’d feel fluttering emotions again in this life.

This state of emotional detachnt lasted until he t Shang Qingrao.

In that mont, he truly felt his blood boiling, like a spring gushing from arid soil, a pleasurable sensation he couldn’t stop loving that woman.

Murong Yan couldn’t refuse the feeling, nor did he want to miss it.

So, he chose to propose a divorce to Jiang Lai.

As expected, her initial reaction was intense and obsessive.

Making him frustrated and helpless more than once.

But now, for so reason, she seed to have figured it out and suddenly relented, agreeing to let him go free.

Tonight was the sa.

She still loved him, but she didn’t disturb him anymore.

Holding the hot water, he took a sip, and his stomach felt much better.

If she continued to keep this way, Murong Yan wouldn’t mind maintaining a peaceful coexistence with her.

Compensation had been given, after all, having spent so many years together, staying friends was also acceptable.

Jiang Lai had no clue about Murong Yan’s complex and profound infidelity psyche.

She simply woke up thirsty in the middle of the night and went downstairs for a glass of water.

But the water in the kettle was deliberately left for Murong Yan.

Judging by his state today, it was obvious his typical male lead stomach problems acted up.

As a male lead, Murong Yan had the standard features.

Like the faint scent of cologne on his body.

And frequent stomach issues.

Plus the noble virtue of retreating from other won.

This virtue was what he imparted to his wife, although their dating and marriage spanned six or seven years, it didn’t stop Murong Yan from keeping faithful to the female lead.

Thinking of this, Jiang Lai took a sip of hot water.

"Trash."

"Trash and yet you boil him water."

"Completing a task, no choice."

One task was to make the scumbag regret, and finding opportunities to interact was part of making him regret.

The next morning, sounds of "huffing and puffing" were coming from Jiang Lai’s room.

Sharing the room, when Coco returned from washing up and heard the noise, she peeked in and saw Jiang Lai, wearing boxing gloves, fiercely punching a standing punching bag.

The heavy bag swayed with each powerful punch; the solid sound echoed throughout the room, and Jiang Lai, dressed in a short-sleeved T-shirt and shorts, moved her arms with rhythmic precision, her long legs conveying both strength and explosive power.