Chapter 8: I Am No Longer Your Sister-in-Law

If she had continued to pursue her ideal major back then, she would have entered the aerospace engineering industry.

Drones are the most important high-tech product of this era, used in military, civilian, and agricultural fields.

The reason she was able to get a recommendation letter from her professor to join a research institute was because she designed and technically guided the development of the integrated reconnaissance and strike drone U.N. Combining long endurance, heavy payload, high speed, automated operation, and overcoming technical challenges, it has now been deployed in actual military operations.

Within the industry, it is considered top-tier.

But marriage wasted her years, leaving her physically and mentally scarred; so young and already stricken with cancer, how long she could live remained uncertain.

It also taught her a truth: ultimately, one must put oneself first and live for oneself.

Even if she cannot be cured in the future, she wants to live without regrets in the time she has left.

She wants to return to her field and devote herself to her dreams.

Although Jiaxiao Shen doesn’t understand the technology, Flying Xi has experts at the helm.

Jiaxiao Shen provides the funding, and the team conducts research. In recent years, Flying Xi has flourished and become a formidable dark horse in the capital.

Its value is considerable.

However…

“You know, when I chose to get married back then, he refused to have any contact with me. He is the decision-maker at Flying Xi; he might not agree to me joining,” she said.

The person who wrote Wen Ying’s recommendation letter was this man’s father. Both father and son had high hopes for her, investing a lot of effort, unanimously believing she would achieve great things and even bring honor to the country.

But after she married, she disappointed them.

Jiaxiao Shen scratched her head. “Brother Xi is stubborn but soft-hearted. You know him. I’ll arrange for you two to talk one day. He actually misses you too.”

Wen Ying smiled wryly.

If it weren’t for Mingkang Zhou’s scheming to climb the social ladder—using underhanded means to send her to Jin Chuan Lu’s bed and threatening her to give up everything she loved—perhaps she would have had a brilliant life by now.

Her phone vibrated; it was a call from Siran Lu.

Wen Ying frowned and chose to hang up.

They were about to divorce; she no longer wanted to indulge Siran Lu.

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But Siran Lu was persistent in calling, with a bit of a spoiled tone.

On the fifth call, Wen Ying pressed her lips and answered.

“So annoying! Can’t you see it’s my call?”

“Is something wrong?”

“There’s a parent meeting at ten o’clock. Come to my brother’s school for me. If anyone asks, just say you’re our nanny, okay?”

Her brother had just publicly acknowledged Sister Su Nian, and she didn’t want others to misunderstand.

Wen Ying pressed her lips and calmly replied, “I’m not your mother, nor your sister-in-law anymore. You should look for your guardian. Also…”

“You’re not a child anymore; you should know what manners mean.”

Wen Ying hung up.

She felt a bit tired.

Siran Lu never liked her. Children are the most perceptive when it comes to adults’ attitudes.

They thought she had stubbornly clung to marry Jin Chuan Lu. For the past three years, whenever Siran Lu had a holiday, she would come bother her—making her wash clothes and cook meals, continuously making trouble.

When Jin Chuan Lu and Su Nian started showing signs of a relationship, Siran Lu often came over to hold her back, forbidding her from disturbing their dates.

At seventeen, she knew what was what.

She no longer had the obligation to indulge her.

Jiaxiao Shen saw Wen Ying finally straighten up and firmly believed in her decision to divorce. Seizing the moment, she returned to Flying Xi to persuade Xi Cheng to meet with Wen Ying.

Wen Ying waited for the IV drip to finish.

Around five in the afternoon, Jin Chuan Lu’s mother called.

She hesitated briefly before answering.

“Where has Ranran gone? Didn’t she ask you to attend the parent meeting? The teacher said you didn’t come, and Ranran took leave too. Now no one can find her!” Jin’s mother’s tone was forceful, her impatience obvious.

Wen Ying frowned.

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She hadn’t expected this.

Jin’s mother had never been satisfied with her, even bordering on dislike. After all, if she hadn’t “forced her way into bed” to marry Jin Chuan Lu, he would have married a noble girl of equal standing.

“I don’t know.”

“You broke the promise first! What responsibility are you trying to shirk?”

“It’s been three years without a child, and you show no responsibility towards the child!”

“Don’t be hasty. You don’t know Yingying’s temperament yet,” came the voice of an elderly woman trying to calm things down, mixed with a few soft coughs. “Ranran is not a child anymore; she’s not Yingying’s responsibility.”

The elderly woman was the only person in the Jin family who cared for her. For the past three years, she had been protecting her. Jin Chuan Lu agreed to marry her because the elderly lady was ill and could not bear any more distress.

Moreover, the Jin patriarch had once been a comrade-in-arms with Wen Ying’s grandfather, and the elderly lady liked Wen Ying very much, so she helped smooth things over and allowed the marriage.

Seeing that this matter had upset the ill elderly lady, Wen Ying weighed her options and said, “I’ll try to contact Siran Lu.”

Perhaps it was because she had always indulged Siran Lu before, but today she refused to give in, and the rebellious girl was now in her rebellious phase. A girl running around like that was ultimately unsafe, and Wen Ying’s stern words likely contributed somewhat.

Wen Ying removed the IV needle, feeling dizzy and barely steady on her feet, and called Siran Lu several times.

The calls went unanswered.

They were hung up on immediately.

It seemed as if someone was deliberately toying with her.

Wen Ying’s public relations work over the past three years wasn’t in vain. She was skilled at picking up details, checking Siran Lu’s WeChat moments, music app homepage, and Weibo one by one.

She pinpointed a billiards club location.

When she arrived, she saw many familiar faces in a private room.

At the center were Jin Chuan Lu and Su Nian.

At that moment, Siran Lu was clinging to Su Nian, asking about her alma mater, University A.

Catching a glimpse of Wen Ying, Siran Lu immediately linked arms with Su Nian.

“My brother likes Sister Su so much, so I won’t call her sister anymore.”

“Call her sister-in-law, okay~”