Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance

Jiang Nian was waiting in the underground garage, the window half-down, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. He wasn’t sure if Qianqian would come.

Maybe she would, or maybe he misunderstood.

However, in any case, he wasn’t about to send a message to confirm with the easily embarrassed Qianqian.

So he just waited.

If she doesn’t show, no loss; if she does, it’s a big win.

About twenty minutes passed when footsteps echoed in the passage. Half a minute later, the sound became clearer.

Jiang Nian put away his phone and rolled down the car window.

"Hmm?"

A few seconds later, a figure wearing a baseball cap appeared at the basement elevator entrance and then walked over.

Qianqian opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat.

"Baked Grass Jelly."

"Alright, put on your seat belt." Jiang Nian said nothing more, releasing the handbrake and starting the car smoothly away.

Bang!!

The car wheels rolled over the entrance of the garage, a beam of light swept over the ramp. It paused at the intersection for two seconds, then merged into the traffic.

At the tea shop, Jiang Nian got out with Qianqian. Accompanying her inside, they ordered a cup of Baked Grass Jelly together.

The shop was crowded, so they could only sit and wait on the side.

"The clothing industry has severe homogenization. There’s basically no peaceful co-existence, and there are bound to be complaints when you get big."

Jiang Nian didn’t want to bring up anything else, so he just rambled on, offering advice Qianqian could use, more like a one-on-one lesson.

"When you encounter issues, don’t panic. If you can’t solve it, you can ask me. Most of the time, it’s all about silent development."

Hearing this, Qianqian nodded. After a few seconds of silence, she couldn’t help but glance at him.

"Have you encountered it before?"

"Yes."

"I didn’t bother at the time because we launched new products quickly." he said, "There were competitors, but they soon fell behind."

Others launched faster than Banyu, but their predictions weren’t as accurate as Banyu’s. Those who hit it big with a blockbuster didn’t launch as fast as Banyu.

It can only be said, it’s the most extraordinary case.

It’s not that there’s no competition, it’s that they simply can’t compete. The competition has already been crushed, and all they can do is sigh helplessly.

Qianqian: "...."

Would it kill you not to brag?

She bit her thumb, unconsciously thinking, pondering how she could surpass Jiang Nian.

"The Baked Grass Jelly is ready." Jiang Nian reminded her.

"Oh, oh."

They picked up their order and returned to the car, one after the other. Along the way, the lights were dim, and neither said a word.

Saying too much would ruin the atmosphere.

18th floor of the apartment.

Jiang Nian unlocked the door and naturally crouched down to help Qianqian wear her slippers, holding her hand as they entered.

"You sit for a while, I’ll tidy up a bit."

"Okay."

Actually, he hardly ever comes back. The apartment is filled with Qianqian’s traces, not much to tidy up.

Instead, it’s more about tidying in reverse.

Folding her clothes neatly and placing them in visible spots. It’s just a convenient way to make things go more smoothly later on.

And it proved to be quite smooth indeed.

Nighttime.

The attic was pitch black, with only muffled groans. As if from deep within the throat, the sound uncontrollably emerged.

Drip, drip.

Jiang Nian wiped his fingers and gently picked Qianqian up. It appeared strenuous, but there was a technique to it.

However, Qianqian wasn’t sensitive to this.

In contrast, Xiao Song preferred it this way. Perhaps because it felt more secure, it’s just a personal preference after all.

Damn!

Maglev, why am I distracted?

In the middle of the night, Qianqian got up, holding the wall for support. She walked barefoot on the wooden floor, fingers brushing the wallpaper as she descended the stairs.

She could tell, Jiang Nian had held back.

Every time it was so exhausting, she didn’t even have the strength to lift her feet. But she still needed to freshen up, otherwise she couldn’t sleep.

The bathroom was lit with warm light, and with a splash, it turned on.

Jiang Nian came in.

"Ah!!" Qianqian was startled, crossing her hands over her chest, "Get out! You pervert!"

Jiang Nian: "???

What pervert.

What I did just now, doesn’t that count as acute iron poisoning, as the saying goes when the golden wind and jade dew meet.....

"Let’s do it together."

"Who wants to be with you, get out!" Qianqian pushed him out, lest she was wasting her effort freshening up again.

....

In the blink of an eye, it was the start of a new school term.

Before Jiang Nian left Yuhang, he met with Xiao Song. They chatted briefly and he explained a few things.

He was mainly worried about Qianqian overexerting herself, facing challenges without speaking up.

"Got it." Song Xiyun nodded, glancing at him, "Then... is there anything else?"

Jiang Nian: "???

What’s with that tone, hasn’t it been just a few days since we last saw each other and now you’re distant.

"What’s up with you?"

"What?"

"Nothing, how have you been these past few days?" Jiang Nian asked, "Spending time with your mom, you’ve always had little time together in the past."

"Mm." Song Xiyun pressed her lips, wanting to say it was good, but when she opened her mouth, it came out, "It’s alright."

"Alright" means just ok, "just ok" means resentment.

"I was thinking of calling you over, but your mom was there." Jiang Nian shrugged, "Just calling you over like that, feels a bit, you know."

"Mm."

"Not trying to isolate you, don’t overthink it," he explained, "This place, Yuhang, I haven’t bought a house here either."

Song Xiyun hung her head, and suddenly said.

"What about when you go back to school?"

Jiang Nian leaned back tactically, thinking to himself she really was getting jealous. Being jealous of both together must be pretty sour too.

"School...."

He thought about it, considering renting a new apartment. Given past experiences, the two girls might not want to move in again.

Buying a house in Beijing wasn’t realistic either.

Eh?

Seriously, how could this have slipped my mind. Going back to school, it’s estimated to be peaceful too, secret West Lake meetings.

But on the surface, the two girls couldn’t openly meet. Renting in Yuhang.... what’s the difference with renting in Beijing.

Jiang Nian was cornered, this was tougher than scoring 700 marks.

Across from him, Song Xiyun, seeing that Jiang Nian was quiet, lowered her eyes for a moment, then stood up to leave.

"Let’s leave it at that for now, I’m going..."

"Wait."

Jiang Nian held onto her, thinking for a moment, "Back at school, your schedules are different, your time’s different too."