Chapter 2 2

Aidan worked at an old-established foreign enterprise. His boss was a traditionally-minded Zhadena man who advocated for traditional gender roles, with men as breadwinners and women as homemakers. Many female employees in the company felt oppressed, but correspondingly, male employees who reached a certain age without having settled down were also destined to hit a ceiling in their career advancement.

Everyone tacitly maintained the appearance of family harmony and respectability. This gathering was an opportunity for each manager to demonstrate to the boss their control over their family. After all, how could a man who couldn't maintain harmony in his own family be trusted to ensure the harmony of a team?

Aidan wouldn't give anyone a chance. He was an extremely selfish man who considered himself the most important person in the world, more important than his children and parents, let alone those unrelated by blood. For the sake of his career, Aidan wouldn't divorce, at least not at this moment. He was currently vying for the position of General Manager of the Bligate region, and a divorce now would severely undermine his competitiveness.

It was clear without a doubt that the woman hadn't managed to handle him, which was why she was targeting me. Seeing that I hadn't reacted, she grew anxious and even took the initiative to ask me out to lay her cards on the table. And I agreed.

She was as young as I had imagined, around twenty years old, with a face as delicate as a peony and fingers as slender as green onions, all crafted by wealth.

"So, you're Aidan's wife," she said, looking me up and down with undisguised disdain in her eyes. "You're really just a plain old housewife. I don't know why Aidan stays with you."

I smiled without saying a word, calmly taking a sip of my coffee. Ugh, I really don't understand why young people these days like to drink this bitter drink. I still prefer juice, sweet and delightful.

Seeing that I didn't react at all, the pretty girl across from me grew anxious and started saying more unpleasant things. Things like how the unloved one is the third party, and at your age, do you really think you can still hold onto a man? I wondered where she had learned such outdated, fundamentalist drivel-it was a version behind the times.

"You came to see me because Aidan refused to divorce, right?" I asked directly, interrupting her haughty expression. She instantly reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, screeching, "That's nonsense!"

I offered her a cup of hot cocoa, tapping my fingers lightly on the table, and said calmly, "If you had Aidan under control, you wouldn't be here trying to provoke me, would you? Otherwise, aren't you afraid I might do something rash in anger?"

She looked at me in disbelief and asked, "Aren't you angry?"

I shook my head, looking at her like she was a fool. "If you can push me out today just because you're young and beautiful, then in the future, you'll also be replaced by someone younger and prettier. What will you have then? If you consider yourself clear-headed and are with a married man just for benefits, you should account for every penny he spends on you. Whether it's marital property or personal property."

"His wife can sue to reclaim it at any time. When that time comes, you'll lose your youth and have nothing. Wouldn't that be a losing proposition?"

The young girl's face changed drastically, deflated like a punctured balloon. She looked at me like I was a monster.

"Why are you telling me this?"