Fated to My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 1682: Chapter 1682 We Break Up

[My grandfather is critically ill, and the family intends to re-select the heir. We can’t let Ansel inherit. You protect him well. Also, I won’t disturb you anymore; I respect your decision, and we break up.]

It took Jian Yufei a great deal of courage to write those final words.

When the text message was sent, she was completely drained.

Broken up, truly broken up…

Jian Yufei’s eyes were empty and numb, yet she didn’t cry.

This path was her own choice, so there’s nothing to cry about.

After the text was sent, Ruan Tianling never replied.

Jian Yufei no longer expected his reply…

Turns out love, when it arrives, can reshape heaven and earth; when it departs, it can sever all ties.

He must already have no feelings for her at all…

Just like back when it was Yan Yue, he no longer loved her and could be heartless and ruthless.

Unexpectedly, his ruthlessness would, one day, be directed at her.

If he is truly callous to her, she knows, they won’t have a chance in this lifetime.

Jian Yufei’s heart instantly felt thrown into a grinder, reduced to pieces…

…

After staying upstairs for a while, Jian Yufei then planned to visit Nangong Wenxiang.

She went downstairs, walked out of the living room, her steps somewhat unstable.

“Miss, where are you going?” Anan asked her in a low voice.

She seemed not to hear him and walked straight ahead.

Her complexion was pale, eyes empty, each step seemed to take all her strength.

“Miss…” Anan approached worriedly.

The servants around were nervously watching her.

Jian Yufei came back to her senses in confusion; she had forgotten what she intended to do.

“I… where am I going?”

Anan’s eyes were dark and deep: “Miss, do you not know where you want to go?”

“Right, I want to see my grandfather.” Jian Yufei nodded and continued walking.

“The old master isn’t over there; you’re going the wrong way,” Anan reminded her.

Jian Yufei’s back stiffened; she turned and walked in another direction, then after a while, turned back again.

“I forgot to do the laundry; I’ll do the laundry first!” she said nonsensically.

Anan furrowed his brows deeply.

He followed her back quietly without saying anything.

Jian Yufei returned to her bedroom, took all the clothes out of the wardrobe, and carried them downstairs at once.

She held so many clothes that clothes kept dropping onto the floor—

Upon reaching the laundry room, the maids inside who were doing dry cleaning widened their eyes in surprise as she entered.

Jian Yufei ignored them, found a large basin, threw the clothes inside, and started running water.

“Miss, what are you doing?” a maid asked.

“Doing laundry.”

“Miss, such chores are for us to do; let us wash them.”

“No need…” Jian Yufei found a bottle of laundry liquid and poured it all into the big basin.

The basin was so large, bigger than a bathtub, like a small bathroom barrel.

Jian Yufei rolled up her sleeves and reached in to randomly scrub.

“Miss, don’t wash, let us do it!” The maid wanted to stop her anxiously.

Jian Yufei’s tone intensified: “I said no need!”

She wanted to do laundry, wanted to find something to do, otherwise, her mind would wander, and she would crumble.

“Miss…”

“All of you get out!”

At this moment, Anan walked in and said calmly to the maids, “You all go out.”

The maids had no choice but to leave.

In the vast laundry room, Jian Yufei crouched down, holding a dress and kneaded it forcefully.