The Sudden Twist in the Divorce Drama! What Happened to "Thirty Years East of the River"? Where's the Script?!

Back when they were four, on that dark and windy night when they had their historic meeting atop the wall of Xiao Xun'er's courtyard, the grudge between them had begun.

From then on, the two had fought plenty of times. Of course, without exception, Xiao Yan had always been pinned to the ground and thoroughly beaten by An Yi, who possessed monstrous strength.

Later, Xiao Yan displayed astonishing talent, his cultivation soaring all the way as he became the most dazzling genius in the Gama Empire;

while An Yi remained that mediocre fellow who advanced "one stage every two years," and their interactions gradually became fewer.

When people were doing well, they always had more tolerance for many things.

When Xiao Yan stood at the top, the soul of an adult from his previous life made him feel that holding onto those old matters with a little brat like An Yi would be far too childish, and so he gradually let them go.

Until three years ago, when disaster suddenly struck. His cultivation regressed, and he fell from the clouds into the mud.

A genius became trash.

Over those three years, he had experienced every warmth and coldness of human nature.

The more someone had flattered and fawned over him in the past, the more they now kicked him while he was down and mocked him viciously, as though trampling on a former genius made them seem that much more outstanding.

An Yi alone was the exception.

From childhood to adulthood, whether Xiao Yan had been a genius or trash, An Yi's attitude toward him had never changed.

No, more accurately, this guy had always had only two attitudes toward him:

The first: whenever Xiao Yan was at the height of his glory, An Yi would come over and shout, "Brother Yan! If you strike it rich, don't forget me! When you make it big, don't forget your brother!"

The second: whenever Xiao Yan was having bad luck or the two quarreled, An Yi would point at his nose and curse, "Pervert! Have you forgotten that dark and windy night when we were four?!"

Like now. Although An Yi was also teasing him about his "three stages of Qi Disciple," Xiao Yan could tell that there was none of the smug superiority and vicious mockery those clansmen carried in his tone.

This was simply the merciless trash talk and teasing shared between friends and brothers.

In the vast Xiao Household, aside from his father Xiao Zhan, An Yi was unexpectedly the only person whose attitude had not changed because he had fallen from his pedestal.

At that thought, a rare trace of warmth rose in Xiao Yan's heart. He even found the white-haired guy beside him somewhat less annoying.

However, that bit of gratitude lasted only one second.

"Brother Yan, actually, you don't need to feel so inferior."

An Yi smiled as he peeled a candied fruit and stuffed it into his mouth, then added indistinctly, "Even though you only have three stages now, not even half as much as me. In your brother's heart, you'll always be that brave young man who climbed walls in the middle of the night!"

Xiao Yan abruptly turned his head and glared at An Yi, the veins on his forehead throbbing wildly.

Grateful my ass!

It was true that An Yi was not mocking him, but this bastard was really fucking infuriating!

As Xiao Yan sat down gloomily, the three elders above were still chatting with Ge Ye of the Cloud Mist Sect, their faces full of smiles.

An Yi sat on his little stool and swung his legs, looking around. Seeing that Xiao Zhan and the legendary female lead, Nalan Yanran, had yet to arrive, he could not help nudging Xiao Yan with his elbow. "Hey, where's your dad?"

Xiao Yan crossed his arms and answered irritably in three words. "Don't know."

At that moment, Xiao Xun'er, seated in the high-backed chair to An Yi's right, leaned forward slightly and spoke softly:

"When I came over just now, I happened to see Uncle Xiao and a girl from the Cloud Mist Sect heading to the rear courtyard together. That girl... if nothing unexpected happened, she should be Nalan Yanran, Cousin Xiao Yan's fiancée from their arranged childhood betrothal."

Hearing that, Xiao Yan froze for a moment and frowned slightly. "Nalan Yanran? What is she doing at the Xiao Household now?"

"What else could it be?" An Yi tossed a candied fruit into his mouth, chewed it, and said indistinctly, "She's probably here to break off the engagement."

Xiao Yan's expression stiffened, and his face instantly darkened. "Break off the engagement?"

"What else?" An Yi shot him a glance. "Did she travel all this way to marry you ahead of schedule?"

He looked Xiao Yan up and down, then shook his head in pained disappointment.

"Brother Yan, it's not that I'm trying to put you down. Look at you now. Your cultivation is only half of mine, and as for your looks... they're not even a tenth as good as mine. Boys like pretty girls, so naturally girls like handsome boys like me."

An Yi paused. "I think that as long as Nalan Yanran isn't blind, the chances of her choosing me are definitely much greater than her choosing you."

Xiao Yan's face had turned black as the bottom of a pot, and the veins on his forehead jumped fiercely. "You...!"

"What? Am I wrong?" An Yi raised an eyebrow, then turned toward the stunning girl beside him and dragged her into it without the slightest hesitation. "Cousin Xun'er, tell him. Isn't your brother right? Don't you also prefer someone handsome like me?"

The sudden question caught Xiao Xun'er slightly off guard. Then, a faint blush appeared on her fair cheeks. She actually lowered her eyes and gave a soft "Mm," quiet as a mosquito's buzz.

"..."

An Yi smugly slapped his thigh and looked at Xiao Yan. "Did you hear that? Even Xun'er thinks so."

Seeing Xiao Yan's expression, as if he were about to cough up blood, An Yi mercifully consoled him:

"Don't be too sad. It's only human nature. Everyone loves beauty. Put yourself in her shoes. Say some hideously ugly freak chased you around all day and insisted on marrying you—wouldn't you run?"

Xiao Yan instinctively imagined that scene and shuddered.

"See?"

An Yi clapped his hands. "Don't do to others what you wouldn't want done to yourself. Given your current situation, Nalan Yanran would definitely hitch up a carriage and flee overnight!"

"Pfft..."

Xiao Xun'er tightly covered her mouth beside them. Her little face was flushed red from holding it in, and her shoulders trembled.

An Yi's mouth was simply far too vicious!

Meanwhile, Xiao Yan felt as though his heart had stopped from suffocation.

He took several deep breaths, feeling that sooner or later, this white-haired bastard's poison-coated mouth was going to anger him to death!

Just as Xiao Yan considered whether he should avoid him for the moment to prevent himself from dying young, the side door of the reception hall was pushed open.

Xiao Zhan strode inside. Yet the usually imposing clan leader did not look well at the moment, and there was even a trace of undisguisable exhaustion and helplessness on his face.

Behind him followed a pretty young girl in a moon-white dress, with long pink hair.

It was Nalan Yanran.

However, she had her head lowered, her eyes red around the rims. Clearly, she had just cried her heart out.

The moment she entered the hall, she silently walked over to Ge Ye and sat beside him, saying nothing like a child who had done something wrong.

Xiao Zhan went straight to the clan leader's main seat and sat down. Forcing himself to perk up, he exchanged a few polite formalities with Ge Ye, roughly welcoming the honored guests of the Cloud Mist Sect and saying that rooms had been prepared for them in the residence, asking them to stay and rest for two days.

Ge Ye naturally clasped his hands with a smile and agreed.

After this entire process was complete, Xiao Zhan waved his hand and said wearily, "All right, everyone, disperse."

"Huh???"

An Yi, sitting on his little stool in the corner, was completely dumbfounded.

He even forgot to chew the candied fruit in his mouth. His sky-blue eyes widened, his head filled with question marks.

Where was the opening to the engagement-breaking story?

Where was the promised "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river—never look down on a poor young man"?!

Where were the divorce letter and the Three-Year Pact?!

This script was wrong! Director, someone changed the plot without permission!