The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex

Chapter 1205: Is That Chen Yan?

There was a couple in their thirties in the car and they lived at Mang Village. The man was known as Wang Weicheng and he stayed at the Nanling Mountains while the woman was known as Yang Hui. She was his wife whom he had bought eight years ago.

“Hmm... wasn’t that Chen Yan earlier at the entrance to the village? She looked a lot like Chen Yan,” the woman said as she turned to her husband.

Her husband frowned in confusion.

“She does seem a little like her but Chen Yan, no, I think her real identity was He Xiyan; didn’t she leave Chen Jiahang several years ago? I heard she had been married at Ye City and she was even married twice. She also had two children.” he said.

The woman nodded and said, “Oh yes, I heard this from Auntie Wang as well. That’s odd. I wonder why she has returned.”

The man laughed and said with a teasing note in his voice, “I guess she failed to salvage her marriage with her two rich exes and remembered how kind Jiahang had been to her, so she has probably come back to find him.”

The woman agreed and said, “I guess that’s the case.”

He Xiyan finally stopped loitering at the entrance to the village and walked into the village. She hesitated at a fork and wondered which way she should go.

If she continued heading down this path, she would see the mud house that she used to share with Jiahang. Then again, she guessed that the mud house had probably already been demolished because everyone in this village seemed to have constructed new houses. At least, all the houses she saw from the entrance to the village seemed new and there were no mud houses in sight.

If she turned left, she would see Uncle Yang’s home. He stayed near the entrance to the village and she had once sent Unce Yang who had been ill to the hospital in the city for treatment. She had also helped out with his medical bills, so Uncle Yang had been very grateful to her. She thought that if she went to Uncle Yang’s house, he would definitely remember her and also be willing to answer her questions.

She didn’t come to Mang Village to see Jiahang; she just wanted to know how Jiahang was doing over the past few years. She didn’t want to intrude into his life.

She hesitated for a moment before she finally headed left. She stopped in front of a newly built bungalow after she walked for 700 to 800 meters.

The house wasn’t very big but it was very beautiful.

The door was left wide open and she noticed that there wasn’t anyone inside the living room. Uncle Yang and Auntie Yang were nowhere to be seen.

She walked over, knocked on the door, and asked loudly, “Is anyone home?”

She wasn’t even sure whether this was Uncle Yang’s home.

This was where Uncle Yang’s home used to be located but his home was replaced by this new building.

“Who’s there?” she heard a middle-aged woman ask.

She could tell that it was none other than Auntie Yang.

This house seemed to be Uncle Yang’s home. He Xiyan was surprised that they had built a new house.

It would probably close at least 40,000 to 50,000 dollars to build such a house. She was surprised that Uncle Yang who didn’t even have the money to seek treatment in the past was now able to afford such a beautiful house six years later.

Aunty Yang was cooking in the kitchen and she brought her pot out of the fire when she heard that there was someone at the door. She decided that she would finish cooking later.

She untied her apron, washed her hands, and came to the living room. Then, she froze in shock and her eyes widened in disbelief when she spotted He Xiyan at the doorway.

“You...” Auntie Yang said as she rubbed at her eyes as though she was afraid that her eyes were deceiving her.

“Auntie Yang,” He Xiyan said as she greeted her. She could tell that Auntie Yang was very surprised by her sudden appearance.

“Are you Chen... Yan?” Auntie Yang said uncertainty.

He Xiyan nodded.

It had been six years since she left Mang Village and there were also slight changes to her appearance, so it was natural for the villagers not to be able to recognize her.