Chapter 602: Chapter 307: The Virtues of This Man
Jane Quinlan was somewhat surprised; Kay Forrest actually sat himself down in front of the piano.
All the classmates turned their gaze toward him.
Adriana Golden whispered, "Jane, your brother Kay can also play the piano?"
Jane looked at Adriana shaking her head: "I don’t know either, I’ve never heard him play before."
As they spoke, Kay Forrest looked through the crowd and winked at Jane with a smile.
Then, his fingers landed on the piano keys and began to play.
Beautiful piano music spread from under his fingertips, and Jane’s gaze upon him became increasingly enchanted.
Adriana Golden was swooning: "Jane, where did you find such a high-quality man?
Height, looks, and wealth are already not that special, and on top of that, he can play the piano.
I’m so envious of you."
Jane gazed adoringly at Kay Forrest, her eyes brimming with admiration.
How could she not admire him? This man’s myriad of merits made it impossible for her not to adore him.
Savannah Golden’s gaze shifted from Kay Forrest to Jane Quinlan.
Seeing the happy smile on her face, Savannah’s eyes were filled with hatred.
She poured herself another glass of red wine and gulped it down.
Rowan Golden’s brow furrowed slightly.
He too set his gaze on Jane.
Perhaps Jane wasn’t a very beautiful woman, but her smile could indeed take one’s breath away.
Unlike Savannah, her brows and eyes always carried a sense of contentment with the status quo.
Maybe Savannah was right; he should have continued pursuing Jane all the way to the altar.
If his wife were Jane, perhaps he wouldn’t feel as exhausted as he did now.
Savannah had downed three glasses in a row, in the eyes of others, she looked as if she had never drunk fine wine before, which was quite embarrassing.
She didn’t care about the gazes of others; holding the wine bottle in one hand and the glass in the other, she stood up and walked over to Jane.
Jane’s line of sight was blocked, and she looked up at Savannah.
"What’s the matter, Savannah? Is something wrong?"
"I want to toast to you."
Jane stood up as well, holding her glass and smiling, as the sound of the piano continued to spread.
"A toast to me? What’s the reason?"
"If it weren’t for you, where would I get to drink such expensive wine?" she said, shaking the wine bottle in her hand.
Jane chuckled: "Then, this glass, I’ll accept."
She raised her glass, and Savannah poured wine into it.
Just then, the music stopped, and Kay Forrest left the piano and walked over to Jane.
Jane and Savannah clinked glasses, and Kay took the glass from Jane’s hand: "I’ll drink it for her."
"Mr. Forrest, this kind of women’s matter, it’s better if you don’t get involved."
"If it were any other woman, I wouldn’t care.
But my woman can’t drink tonight.
I just had a drink, and later Jane has to drive."
Jane said to Savannah with a smile, "It’s just one drink; let my fiancé take it for me.
If you want to drink, I’ll join you another time."
"No need, this is the last time I will join you all for a class reunion.
There won’t be a next time."
As she spoke, she drained the glass in one gulp.
Then she slightly swayed.
Rowan Golden stepped forward to support her, but she casually pushed his hand away.
"Don’t touch me. Aren’t you going to divorce me?
If you’re going to divorce, then stay away from me."
Savannah’s words surprised all the classmates.
She staggered slightly around the table: "I know, you all don’t like me.
In the past, when Jane didn’t come back for class reunions, you all flocked around me.
Now Jane is back, and she’s found a wealthy boyfriend.
Her boyfriend can pick up the tab for you, can let you drink fine wines.
And what about me? My husband has no money; he can’t do anything for you."
Adriana turned her head to glance at Rowan, his face turned an iron-blue color.
The surrounding classmates also fell into silence.
Kay Forrest pulled Jane to sit down, continuing to eat as if it was none of his concern.
At this moment, Jane also felt somewhat uncomfortable inside.
When Savannah mentioned divorcing Rowan just now, Jane suddenly felt a bit guilty.
Savannah Golden is a vain person who loves to keep up with the Joneses.
Kay Forrest’s extravagant spending must have triggered her.
Otherwise, why would she say these things to provoke Rowan Golden?
As the person involved, Rowan Golden must not feel too good hearing these words.
Rowan Golden, standing on the spot, looked coldly at Savannah Golden.
Yet Savannah didn’t even give him a glance: "It’s not only you guys who hate me; I hate you just the same.
You pretend to be my classmates on the surface, having fun together at our reunions.
But ask yourselves, how many of you don’t harbor even a little bit of a competitive mentality?
I am vain, but I am real.
This is who I am, this meal today could cost Rowan Golden more than a year’s salary. I can’t afford it, and neither can you."
Rowan Golden strode forward and grabbed her wrist: "Enough, stop making excuses for your vanity here.
I was blind, having devoted myself to a woman like you for so many years.
You complain about me being poor, about me being incompetent.
But tell me, how many people in Rongford can live a happier life than you?
Did you spend a penny when we bought our house and car?
Did you contribute a single dime to the house renovations?
You said you wanted to go abroad for fun. I didn’t have the money, you cried and made a scene, did I ever ask you to pay?
I borrowed money from my friends to take you traveling, and after returning, my salary still had to be handed over to you.
I couldn’t repay that money, and in the end, it was my parents who paid it.
Have I ever complained to you about this?
You wanted to buy a mink coat for 33,000, did I ever say I wouldn’t buy it for you?
Yes, I don’t earn much, but over these years, every cent I made has been spent on you.
I know you’re beautiful, and you’re not bad at studies.
I chased you for so many years before I won you over, I cherish you, I spoil you.
Anything you want, I try my hardest to help you get.
But you’re still never satisfied."
As Rowan Golden spoke, tears rolled down the face of this towering man.
"You scorn my poverty; you think I’m the one who’s wronged you, right?
Do you think all the men in the world are like Jane Quinlan’s boyfriend?
You don’t know contentment and treat me like a fool every day.
Fine, I’ll set you free, let’s go get our divorce papers tomorrow.
Afterwards, you’ll be free.
Today, in front of all our classmates, I’m laying it out here.
Savannah Golden, if anyone chickens out of the divorce tomorrow, they’re a loser."
Having said that, Rowan Golden let go of her wrist and walked away.
The atmosphere suddenly became incredibly awkward.
Savannah Golden placed the wine bottle on the table, pressed her hands upon it, and hung her head.
After a long moment, she suddenly looked up and laughed loudly.
"Excuses, all excuses, these are just the excuses of an incompetent man."
A classmate named Garrett Weston slammed his tea cup on the table: "Savannah Golden, thanks for no longer attending classmates’ reunions in the future.
If you ever want to come to one, let me know in advance.
Any reunion you’re at, Garrett Weston won’t attend.
To have someone as ungrateful as you for a classmate is truly embarrassing."
After Garrett spoke, other classmates also began to echo his sentiment.
Savannah Golden sneered, stood up, grabbed her bag, and left without a word.
After she left, Garrett led a toast: "Come on, classmates, we’ve finally got together again, let’s not let Savannah Golden spoil our fun, let’s eat."
Adriana Golden fumed: "It’s a pity, it looks like Rowan Golden is indeed a good man.
Too bad, the woman he’s fallen for is just not right."
A female classmate sighed: "Exactly, if my boyfriend pampered me like that, I would be over the moon."
Garrett Weston snorted: "Rowan Golden’s family background is quite decent in Rongford.
But he’s unlucky, to have met such an obstinate woman, who can he blame?
Divorcing Savannah Golden might actually be a relief for him.
His family treated Savannah like an ancestor, and the more they cared, the worse it got."
Jane Quinlan turned to look at Kay Forrest, who smiled at her and gently rubbed her head, whispering, "Compared to your classmate Rowan Golden, I’m much luckier. At least my woman knows contentment."
The two exchanged smiles. Love is mutual; there’s a balance scale weighing the love each person contributes.
Only equal love can be considered evenly matched, irrespective of family background.
She suddenly smiled contentedly; how had she only understood this truth today? She had been so foolish.