Chapter 1112
1112 Living the life of a widow with a dead husband
Not only were they together, but her father had even killed her mother for the sake of that Vixen, Bai huien?
And now, they’ve joined forces to plot against Wen Muchu?
This adulterous couple was really too unscrupulous.
How would they dare to? How could he lose his conscience and do such a vicious thing that was worse than a beast?
Song Qiaoqiao was so angry that her whole body was shaking violently.
She really wanted to rush in and teach this adulterous couple a lesson.
However, she clearly knew that she could not beat the grass and alert the snake.
Otherwise, she wasn’t sure if her father would do anything to her in order to protect Bai huien and himself.
While song Qiaoqiao was hesitating, someone suddenly patted her shoulder.
Song Qiaoqiao was so scared that her face turned pale and she wanted to scream.
A warm palm covered her mouth tightly.
Song Qiaoqiao’s eyes widened in fear as she looked at the person.
However, she didn’t expect that person to be Lan Xiao.
Lan Xiao blinked at song Qiaoqiao, signaling her to keep quiet.
Song Qiaoqiao blinked and nodded. Lan Xiao released her lips.
There were many people following behind Lan Xiao. Song Qiaoqiao glanced at them and her heart skipped a beat. Something big was going to happen today.
Both President Wen and old Mr. Wen were here.
Even Wen Muchu, who was supposed to be lying on the bed and dying, was here.
Therefore, the rumor that Wen Muchu’s illness had worsened was probably just a ploy.
At this moment, what else could song Qiaoqiao not understand?
Lan Xiao patted song Qiaoqiao’s shoulder and consoled her in a low voice, ” “Don’t be sad for someone like Yingluo, she’s not worth your tears, Yingluo.”
Song Qiaoqiao felt like her world was about to collapse.
She held back her tears and reached out to hug Lan Xiao.
Lan Xiao hugged her and gently patted her shoulder.
As for Wen Muchu, he tidied his suit jacket and gave Gu CI a look.
Gu CI nodded slightly and kicked the door open.
In the private room, the man and woman who were kissing passionately were startled by the sudden sound of the door being kicked.
Bai huien quickly pushed Song Qiang away and took a few steps back. Her face was pale as she looked towards the door.
Wen Muchu stood at the door, squinting at Bai huien with a cold smile.
Madam President, your acting was really brilliant and brilliant, Yingluo.
Bai Hui ‘en felt as if his head had been struck by lightning.
She could not believe it and looked at Wen Muchu in shock …
Her legs suddenly gave way and she fell to the ground.
How did this happen?
Wasn’t Wen Muchu about to die?
Now, not only was he not beyond cure, he was actually fine.
He looked as healthy as could be.
The shock in Bai huien’s heart was enough to shatter her entire soul.
“No, no, no, no, how could this be? This isn’t real, it’s fake. It must be an illusion.” She held her head and growled in a low voice.
Lan Xiao’s lips curled up and he smiled coldly.
Wen Muchu’s eyes were filled with ridicule as he looked at Bai huien, who was still lying to himself and not daring to face reality.
“Do you think I’m so stupid that I’ll poison you just because you’ve done it so smoothly? Bai huien, in the end, you’ve still underestimated us.”
Old Mr. Wen was even more infuriated. To think that he had thought that Bai huien was a law-abiding and compassionate woman.
He did not expect that in the end, she was the one who almost took his grandson’s life.
He wished he could strangle her to death with his own hands.
Old Mr. Wen gritted his teeth and growled, ” “You can’t give birth to a son of your own, yet you won’t allow the Wen family to have an heir. Bai huien, you really have the heart of a snake. I’ve been blind for so many years.”
Bai huien was flustered to see that old Mr. Wen had arrived.
She quickly got up and rushed to the old man, grabbing his sleeve tightly.
“Dad, Yueyue, you’ve misunderstood. I didn’t hurt Mu Chu. It’s all a misunderstanding. Song Qiang was the one who did this. I was coerced by him.”
Old Mr. Wen flung her away with a look of disgust.
even now, you’re still trying to quibble. Qianqian, we heard everything you said to Song Qiang outside. Qianqian, Bai huien, you’re a woman with a vicious heart. No wonder you couldn’t give birth to a child after so many years. It’s all karma, Yingluo.”
Bai huien was flung away by old Mr. Wen and he fell hard onto the ground.
She was lying there, looking a mess.
Upon hearing old Mr. Wen’s accusation, she smirked and laughed mockingly.
“Oh, retribution? It’s not retribution. It’s clear that your son hasn’t touched me for so many years. Do you know? I’ve been a widow for more than ten years, and I’ve spent all my youth and good times.”
Old Mr. Wen was taken aback.
After all these years, his son had actually not touched Bai huien?
“How is that possible? You’ve been sleeping in the same bed for so many years, but you’ve had different dreams?”
Bai huien smiled desolatedly, her eyes filled with despair.
Now, what she had done had been exposed.
She had nothing to be afraid of …
“Yeah, don’t you think it’s funny? I’m clearly married to a living woman, but I’m living like a widow without a husband. I don’t dare to mention these words to anyone, I’m afraid of seeing the mockery and sarcasm of others. She was Madam President. What else did she have other than a title? Haha, Yingluo is so funny.” Bai Hui ‘en raised his head and laughed, his laughter incomparably desolate.
Lan Xiao was also a little surprised. She didn’t expect that Wen zhihuai had never touched Bai huien before.
It seemed that his love for Yin qiaoying had reached a point where it was deep in his bones.
Wen Muchu’s eyes flickered and he glanced at Wen zhihuai who was standing outside.
Wen zhihuai replied with a gentle smile. At this moment, the resentment in Wen Muchu’s heart seemed to have gradually dissipated.
He seemed to have understood the pain that Wen zhihuai had to go through.
“I’ve given up everything I have. I’ve been with him day after day, night after night, but what has he given me? Endless coldness, years of busy work, has he ever been my husband for even one day?” Bai huien’s resentment had been suppressed for many years, and she had long since let it out.
Wen zhihuai walked in from outside, his entire body covered in frost.
There was a cold glint in his eyes as he replied in a cold voice.
“Didn’t you bring this upon yourself? You clearly knew what kind of life you would have if you married me, but didn’t you still marry me happily? What you like has never been me, but the president’s position. If you want to get this position, you naturally have to pay the price for it. Who can you blame for getting such a result?”
Bai huien raised her head and looked at Wen zhihuai in a daze. Her eyes were filled with an indescribable affection.
“You’re here too?”