Song Xinci was indifferent.
Wen Nian walked to the balcony in a few steps. The balcony fence was no bigger than her waist and she could climb over it easily.
This apartment was a gift from Cheng Yansheng, and it was transferred in her name.
It was an area of Harbor City where every inch of land was at a premium, and he was very willing to do so. All the decorations and furnishings were made with real money.
But in less than three years of marriage, Song Xinci had already sold everything she could and kept everything she could.
Nowadays, this suite is just a superficial shell.
On the twenty-sixth floor, Wen Nian could not feel any danger or fear.
Her eyes were scarlet and she pointed at the wall: "I'll be honest, if you dare to ask him for money again, I'll jump out of here. If Cheng Yansheng doesn't give you money, the Cheng family will still settle accounts with you."
"Nian Nian, don't scare mom, she has a bad heart..."
Only then did Song Xinci panic.
He was so frightened that he cried continuously, and his tears splashed freely on his clothes.
Speaking of which, Song Xinci was also a miserable woman whose first wife was squeezed out by her mistress.
The eldest brother never saw her gambling and turned a blind eye when it came to money. Most of the time, she couldn't get any money from Wen Chongjin.
Wen Nian was soft-hearted and unwilling to blame him too much.
Her eyes were red and swollen, and her eyelids were twitching: "If you really love me, stay away from Cheng Yansheng."
"Mom knows it was wrong."
…
After learning the news, Xie Qingzhu rushed back to the harbor from abroad overnight.
Come in.
Song Xinci pulled her and cried: "You have the best relationship with Nian Nian. Help auntie to persuade her. She is staying at home and hasn't eaten or drank all day and night. I'm afraid..."
"Mom, I'm fine."
The door was opened and Wen Nian walked out.
When Xie Qingzhu saw her face, he was almost startled.
The palm-sized face was whitened, the lips were torn, and the eye circles were black and blue. The eyes that were originally black and white were now crimson.
It was so red that it looked like it was dyed with a layer of paint.
"Every year."
Xie Qingzhu shouted to her.
Wen Nian, who had always been smart and intelligent, seemed a bit dull and slow now.
She hesitated for a moment before answering: "Qingzhu, you came just in time, I want to ask you for a favor."
"good."
"Mom, I'm going to talk to Qingzhu about something. You go make a cup of coffee first."
Song Xinci was also frightened by her and hurriedly retreated to the kitchen to do some work.
Wen Nian suffers from shortness of breath and weak energy.
Xie Qingzhu's face burned with anger, and his mouth became deformed: "Cheng Yansheng is still not a man. You have suffered so much over the years, why does he refuse to divorce?"
Compared to her fierceness.
Wen Nian was much calmer and calmer, she didn't even blush.
"Cheng Yansheng refused to divorce because he was afraid that Mrs. Cheng would be implicated."
Xie Qingzhu was heartbroken: "Then what are you going to do?"
"I want to work and make money."
Before Wen Nian married Cheng Yansheng, he was an English teacher at a local junior high school, and he was also a top performer in the school.
She is not a housewife who only cares about her husband and children.
Proficient in five languages, graduated from Hainan University.
In terms of academic qualifications, she is no worse than anyone else.
Xie Qingzhu's father has a certain position in the education department.
Before anyone could speak, Wen Nian explained: "I don't mean to ask you to open the back door for me. You have many connections in the circle and know many people. Please help me pay attention to who is in need of a personal trainer."
After half a month of absence, she looked thinner.
Xie Qingzhu hated Cheng Yan and said, "Okay, leave this to me."
Wen Nian stayed at home until the third day.
Xie Qingzhu acted quickly and helped her contact good people.
The phone call said: "Mr. Qin asked you to go to his house for an interview this afternoon. Just bring your diploma and personal documents. The price will be discussed in person."
Through the description, Wen Nian roughly figured out the details of Mr. Qin.
He originally lived abroad and only recently came back. He is very rich and powerful.
I have a thirteen-year-old nephew who speaks English, German and French.
Wen Nian hesitated for a moment: "Qingzhu, the price of Tongbu Trilingual will be very expensive. Have you told him about this problem?"
"As I said, I'm very rich, so I don't need the tuition fees."
"Okay, I'll contact him first."
