Chapter 64: Why Do You Want to Harm Me!

Xia Ling noticed that Yan Feng remained silent, his gaze dark and inscrutable, as if lost in thought. She pressed on, “Besides, Ci You has wanted to divorce you for a long time. Now she’s caught the attention of Bo Jin Xiu—she doesn’t care about being Mrs. Yan anymore. She told me she doesn’t want you, that she’s giving you to me, and she even handed me a signed divorce agreement. She can’t wait to throw herself into the Prince’s arms.” Xia Ling lowered her voice, “You know what kind of woman she is. When a better opportunity comes along, she’ll abandon you again.”

Xia Ling had her own understanding of why Bo Jin Xiu suddenly appeared tonight and announced Jiang Ci You as his girlfriend. Jiang Ci You was known for her obsession with cleanliness. Yan Feng was her childhood sweetheart, her first love. Even when she knew Yan Feng had betrayed her, she stubbornly insisted on marrying him. All these years, while she and Yan Feng were abroad, despite her notorious temper, she never sought revenge. Xia Ling knew Jiang Ci You was waiting for Yan Feng. That was why she held back, never burning all bridges, for fear that there would be no turning back.

Jiang Ci You was never one to tolerate even the smallest flaw in her life. For her to endure so much, there could only be one reason—she loved Yan Feng too deeply. She would never cheat. As for Bo Jin Xiu, it was likely that after their last interview, he and Jiang Ci You had become friends. Tonight, he must have witnessed her distress and, out of a sense of justice, chose not to stand by idly. Xia Ling did not believe there could be romantic entanglements between Jiang Ci You and the Prince; after all, it had been less than a month since their first meeting.

Yan Feng, listening to Xia Ling’s words, quickly sensed something was amiss. His eyes darkened as he released her, his expression severe. “You said Jiang Ci You gave you a signed divorce agreement?” he asked coldly.

Xia Ling hurriedly pulled a document from her bag—a file she had prepared ever since her conversation with Jiang Ci You that day. Now was the perfect opportunity. Jiang Ci You had clearly stated that if Yan Feng signed first, she would follow suit. But Xia Ling knew Yan Feng would never sign, not with the pressure from his parents and grandfather. Jiang Ci You also counted on this, which was why she remained fearless.

But what if Yan Feng believed Jiang Ci You had already signed? With his pride, he might very well sign without hesitation, even if he regretted it later. So, using a special erasable pen, Xia Ling had imitated Jiang Ci You’s handwriting and forged her signature on the agreement.

Once Yan Feng signed, Xia Ling would present the agreement, now bearing his signature, to Jiang Ci You, who would likely sign as well. That was her scheme. Fortunately, Xia Ling excelled at mimicking Jiang Ci You’s handwriting. Years ago, she had managed to deceive Yan Feng with a forged diary, an event that had played a major role in their separation.

Yan Feng picked up the divorce agreement and flipped straight to the last page. Sure enough, there was “Jiang Ci You’s” signature. His heart pounded wildly, as if something was about to burst from his chest. Jiang Ci You would never sign such a document—after all, they had never registered their marriage, so there was no need for divorce proceedings. Moreover, Jiang Ci You had already unilaterally announced their breakup and moved out of the Yan household. But Xia Ling knew none of this.

Given that, there was only one explanation: Xia Ling, unaware of the truth, had prepared a divorce agreement herself, hoping that by getting Yan Feng’s signature, she could coerce Jiang Ci You into signing as well. In Xia Ling’s mind, this would achieve her goal of driving them apart. It was clearly a carefully constructed trap.

If he and Jiang Ci You had actually been legally married, this would have led to a tragic misunderstanding—each believing the other had signed first, their pride compelling them to do the same.

Yan Feng’s fingers gripped the agreement so tightly that the paper nearly crumpled. Xia Ling was deceiving him again!

But right now, that wasn’t the most crucial issue. His eyes fixed relentlessly on the signature. Jiang Ci You’s handwriting was unique—she had studied under a renowned calligrapher from childhood, perfecting the running script. Her hand combined the elegance of regular script with the fluidity of running script, each character rounded and graceful, instantly recognizable.

Having grown up with her, Yan Feng could identify her handwriting at a glance—and this signature was indistinguishable from Jiang Ci You’s, down to the final stroke: a tiny hook at the end, the angle and pressure identical.

Yet it was impossible that Jiang Ci You had signed this.

Xia Ling saw the darkness clouding Yan Feng’s face, his eyes a brewing storm. She felt a twinge of uncertainty—would he really sign? But now there was no turning back. She clung to his arm, pleading, “A Feng, Ci You has already signed. For our child, please sign as well. Our baby deserves a legitimate father.”

At last, Yan Feng looked up, his gaze cold and unfamiliar, sending a chill through Xia Ling’s heart. She could sense the barely contained fury within him, threatening to erupt.

His voice was icy, terrifying. “Xia Ling, are you certain Jiang Ci You signed this herself?”

Xia Ling paused, momentarily caught off guard. Why would he ask that? Her expression was earnest, even innocent, making it hard to doubt her sincerity.

“She signed it right in front of me,” she replied. “She wrote her name without a hint of hesitation.”

Yan Feng locked eyes with her, something deep within him straining to break free. Suddenly, he remembered that drunken night when he confronted Jiang Ci You about the diary. She had faced him openly, without a trace of guilt, and he had wondered when she had become so adept at deception.

But now, it was clear—she truly hadn’t known. Xia Ling could imitate Jiang Ci You’s handwriting almost perfectly. Most likely, everything in that diary had been her handiwork as well…

Sudden realization crashed over Yan Feng. He felt as if his blood was flowing backward, his heart pounding so violently it threatened to explode. The veins on his forehead bulged, his temples throbbed. He stared at Xia Ling, who appeared as innocent and vulnerable as a frightened rabbit, her face still streaked with drying tears.

In that moment, Yan Feng saw through the years of emotional manipulation and brainwashing at Xia Ling’s hands. Now, looking at her tear-stained face and those falsely innocent eyes, fury overwhelmed him.

He raised his hand and seized her throat. “Xia Ling, I treated you so well, and this is how you repay me—with betrayal!”