Wen Zhanhuo roared: "I told you that child has nothing to do with me! That's Gu Xinchen's child!"
Mu Wanqing didn't explain anything to him. She just took out her mobile phone from her pocket, found the fresh hot gossip, and walked up to show it to him.
Wen Zhan frowned and stared at the phone screen for two seconds, his dangerously narrowed eyes revealing murderous intent: "Who is talking nonsense!"
He finally clarified the matter and suppressed the popularity of the news. Why is it on the hot search again?
"This is what Lu Kejun admitted personally. No one is talking nonsense." Mu Wanqing said calmly.
"That must have been what she said angrily when she was arguing with Gu Xinchen." Wen Zhan really understood Lu Kejun. Although he had not experienced this incident, he hit the nail on the head.
Mu Wanqing took back her cell phone and made no excuses: "It doesn't matter, I want a divorce anyway, and I ask Mr. Wen to be kind and let me go free."
Wen Zhan was so angry at her decisive attitude that he couldn't speak. He put his hand on his stomach and pressed it tightly.
Mu Wanqing saw that his body was hunched over, and the veins on his temples were pulsing and protruding, and his face was wrinkled. She kindly advised him, "You'd better eat something quickly and take the medicine later."
The man didn't speak, but closed his eyes and leaned on the bed in pain.
Mu Wanqing originally wanted to go out, but looking at his appearance, she didn't feel comfortable leaving.
In the silence, Wen Zhan's painfully erratic voice slowly sounded: "This marriage... must be divorced? Even for the sake of the two children, is there no room for turning around?"
As soon as his attitude softened, Mu Wanqing's heart began to waver.
"Lu Kejun will leave Chongcheng soon. Her and I... are not the kind of relationship you think. She is not divorcing Gu Xinchen because of me..."
Whether she believed it or not, Wen Zhan insisted on explaining it again.
After hearing this, Mu Wanqing's heart, which had been cold just now, softened again.
Should she feel lucky?
After all, this is the distinguished and distinguished third young master of the Wen family. There is no other woman in the world that he can win over again and again, right?
Even though she didn't love her, and even looked down on her from the bottom of her heart - she still kept her again and again.
At least it shows that Mu Wanqing's clown-like life is valuable and not without merit.
Laughing at herself, she suddenly felt a little relieved. She walked forward and sat down by the bed, picked up the red rice porridge next to her, picked up a spoon and stirred it gently.
"Wen Zhan, thank you for letting me see my meager residual value. But there is really no fate or connection between us, so don't force it."
She finished speaking calmly, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and leaned over with a rare gentleness and initiative: "As a married couple, you gave me two years of safe and prosperous life, and a pair of lovely children. I don't hate you, I won’t repay kindness with hatred, so——let’s get together and part ways.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the spoon in her hand was handed to the man's mouth.
Such tenderness and thoughtfulness is what Wen Zhan dreams of.
But at this time, he felt unable to bear it.
Rather than her taking everything lightly and letting go, he hoped that the woman in front of him would continue to quarrel with him without mercy.
Mu Wanqing saw that he was motionless and looking at her intently. The emotion in his eyes was even more intense than when the two of them were facing each other tit for tat - she was also confused for a moment.
She smiled helplessly and put the spoon together again: "What's wrong with you? I'm grateful to you, can't I? Let's not argue. This is painful for both parties. You take good care of yourself and recover soon, and we will go and complete the procedures." Let’s do it.”
Wen Zhan finally responded.
Look, her sudden truce was just to get him to sign happily.
"No, I have no appetite. You can go out." He was disappointed, powerless, heartbroken and angry, which finally turned into a distant rejection, and he raised his hand to push the porridge away from his mouth.
Mu Wanqing frowned, "You haven't eaten much all day, do you think you are made of iron?"
"..."
"Wen Zhan, if you really starve to death, I will be the cheaper one. You have to think clearly." In order to make him eat well, Mu Wanqing did not hesitate to use provocation.
The man pulled his lips and smiled sarcastically, "If I die, wouldn't you get what you want?"
"..." Mu Wanqing held back her displeasure and took a breath. Suddenly she lost her patience and put down the porridge bowl in her hand. When she put it back, she pointed it directly at his face and pinched his chin and the hand holding the spoon. He forcefully forced the porridge into his mouth!
The whole movement was done in one go, as fast as clouds and flowing water.
Wen Zhan was stunned from head to toe. He had that mouthful of porridge in his mouth and even forgot to swallow it!
He stared at the woman with shock on his face, unable to believe that he was being "abused" like this!
"What are you looking at? If you really die, your parents will have to bury me alive for you! Ozawa Xiaoya is still crying for food, and I can't bear to see them become orphans!"
Mu Wanqing has always been like this, with a gentle and kind personality on the surface, and even looks weak and easy to bully.
But once you are pushed into a hurry, you can do anything if you are brave and courageous.
"Why are you still staring at me? Eat! Believe it or not, I will just take the bowl and pour it into your mouth!" She threatened viciously, as if she was worried that the man would dare to spit it out, so she directly covered his mouth with her hand.
"..." Wen Zhan was completely shocked.
In his life of being wanton, arrogant and even domineering, no one has ever dared to treat him like this!
Even though he once loved Lu Kejun so deeply and tolerated Lu Kejun to the point of being completely obedient, he never made her so arrogant towards him.
But this little woman in front of me, with no identity, no status, no support, dared to rebel like this!
What a turn of events!
But the strange thing is that he actually did this for his shamelessness.
With her hand covering his mouth, half of his face was covered by the soft and smooth touch of her palm.
He became like a puppet on strings, forced to succumb to her "power". After being in a stalemate for a while, he started chewing obediently.
Then swallow.
Mu Wanqing kept staring at him, and when she saw that he was finally willing to eat, she finally looked a little satisfied. She turned around and took another spoonful. When she was about to hold his mouth and continue to drink, the man shook his head slightly and pulled away. "I'm not a prisoner."
Obviously, this way of taking care of people is too insulting and the third young master cannot accept it.
"Then you should be obedient and eat it by yourself. It's delicious!" The woman finished speaking arrogantly and brought the porridge bowl to him.
Wen Zhan suddenly changed his temper and lost his temper. He sat up a little and took the porridge from her.
Seeing him eating obediently, Mu Wanqing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Wouldn't it be better if you were so obedient earlier? Your body is your own. Do you think not eating can harm others? You have stomach problems at a young age. Have you forgotten how grandpa left? If you don't know how to take care of your body, you may not I can live to be my grandpa’s age.”
Grandpa Wen died of stomach cancer.
He is so young now, and the gastric attack is so serious. If he does not take good care of himself and is allowed to develop, it is likely to deteriorate into cancer.
