Chapter 71: You Seem Quite Familiar with Ji Sicheng?

The moment Jiang Sui’s message arrived, Lu Ye dropped everything at hand and rushed straight from the company building to the location she had sent. The very first thing he did upon arrival was check her over for injuries, making sure nothing had happened to her. Seeing her sitting in the office looking aggrieved, a flicker of violence surged up from the depths of his heart.

Jiang Sui coughed lightly. “Well, that’s because you’re my husband, after all…”

Since divorce was off the table, she might as well try to mend things between them. At the very least, they needed to maintain this marriage. After all, a marriage in name only was nothing new to them. She could wait until she inherited that five billion first.

Thinking it through, she realized: a child without pain, a husband who was practically invisible, and a hefty inheritance of five billion—wasn’t this a stroke of incredible luck? Previously, her intent to divorce stemmed from fear that this man would harm her, and the original script’s drama of her being vilified online and ultimately jumping to her death had all played out within this marriage. But if five billion was at stake…

What was there to fear!

The original script had never mentioned Jiang Sui inheriting five billion.

“What did you just say?” The man’s deep voice suddenly rang out.

Jiang Sui, in the midst of her brainstorming, barely registered Lu Ye’s words.

“Huh?”

Lu Ye was silent for a couple of seconds, then let out a cold, derisive laugh.

Jiang Sui fell silent.

“Miss Jiang, you really are forgetful,” Lu Ye said, a note of grievance in his voice.

Only then did Jiang Sui realize—was it because she’d just called him her husband?

“Those people earlier—are they Ji Sicheng’s?” Lu Ye asked suddenly, his tone indifferent.

Jiang Sui, donning sunglasses and a mask for full disguise, shot back, “How did you know?”

She was sitting in Lu Ye’s car right now. If the paparazzi caught a photo, she’d be the top trending topic by morning.

Lu Ye frowned at her actions.

“If it wasn’t Ji Sicheng, you wouldn’t have deliberately mentioned him in front of the police just now,” he replied, pausing for a moment. “You seem very familiar with Ji Sicheng?”

Jiang Sui’s heart skipped a beat. If Lu Ye truly had no memories of his past life, she might begin to suspect that this man, with this very face, was the same person in every lifetime. They were both equally sharp and intelligent—like a wolfhound with an uncanny sense of smell, able to sniff out the faintest trace and dig up a hidden bone.

She’d even tried to read Lu Ye’s fortune. Yet she couldn’t see his fate, couldn’t divine his destiny. But she’d never been one to obsess over what she couldn’t figure out. If it was beyond her, she let it go.

It wasn’t the first time, after all.

“Not particularly, but there’s always gossip in showbiz. Haven’t you ever heard a juicy rumor?” Jiang Sui replied casually.

Lu Ye’s expression remained impassive. “I’ve heard a few.”

“Actress Jiang Sui spotted late at night with a popular young actor—romance rumors swirl.”

“Jiang Sui and her co-star get playful on set—rumored on-set romance.”

“Fresh-faced trainee and actress Jiang Sui spark older-woman-younger-man gossip—cooking up a couple for publicity…”

…

Jiang Sui: “…”

Could you please just shut up.

Her mouth twitched. “Who would’ve thought Mr. Lu kept up with entertainment gossip.”

Lu Ye shot her a cool glance.

That single look was laden with more meaning than a thousand words.

If eyes could speak, Jiang Sui was certain Lu Ye had just cursed her out.