When we arrived at the Yujingwan villa area, the heavy rain stopped, leaving only drizzle.
Mu Wanqing was worried that Wen Zhan had gone home and didn't want her to see her coming back in someone else's car to avoid misunderstanding, so she asked Chen Haoyang to stop the car when he was still a corner away from the villa.
"Huanhuan, thank you, go back quickly, it's uncomfortable for the child to sleep like this." Mu Wanqing got out of the car and greeted them.
"Okay, take care of yourself and contact her if anything happens." Ye Huan held the child in one hand and waved to her with the other.
The BMW X3 turned around and drove away, and Mu Wanqing also walked to the villa in the hazy drizzle.
A few dozen meters away, a Bentley drove slowly.
Wen Zhan in the cab, when the car passed by the BMW, turned his head and looked at the BMW with a stern look.
The front seat windows were covered with light brown glass film, and the rear windows were completely black - Wen Zhan saw the man driving the car at a glance.
He has an excellent memory.
He immediately recognized this person as the mistress of the stupid woman at home.
The palms holding the steering wheel were uncontrollably hard, and the knuckles were trembling and turning white.
Judging from the flesh and blood, she went out on a clandestine date today, and she blatantly asked her mistress to send her back.
Oh, I felt guilty, but I didn't dare to deliver it to my door, so I got out of the car early and walked home in the drizzle.
Wen Zhan was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
He looked at the BMW's license plate in the rearview mirror and saw that it was a foreign car. He looked away and called his assistant.
"Go check a license plate number."
When Mu Wanqing was about to reach home, the rain gradually started to fall again.
She didn't have an umbrella, so she could only hold her bag over her head and jog home.
If she turned back now, she would find a familiar car behind her, following quietly at a low speed.
Wen Zhan looked at the woman's embarrassment, his face as cold as a sculpture.
He gritted his teeth secretly, and for a moment, he wanted to step on the accelerator and hit her straight.
Fortunately, reason finally defeated impulse.
However, his eyes caught a glimpse of a puddle of water on the road where the woman was about to pass. Wen Zhan's eyes changed slightly, the corners of his mouth curled up evilly, and the car suddenly accelerated.
"Ah!" As soon as Mu Wanqing reached the stagnant water, a luxury car sped past, and the splash of water was like a waterfall, chilling her to the core!
After she screamed, she instantly became furious and roared in embarrassment: "Don't you have a lot of eyesight while driving! Didn't you see--"
Before she finished her yelling, she recognized the car and was petrified.
It's Wen Zhan's car!
So, he did it on purpose!
She stood there for a while, her eyes red with anger. It wasn't until the water on her body had soaked into her skin that she shivered from the cold. Then she suddenly came to her senses, wiped her face and continued walking home.
When she entered, Aunt Zhou was shocked to see her!
"Madam! It's... it's raining. Why don't you hold an umbrella? It's okay to ask Yi Hang to pick you up. What should you do if you catch a cold after being soaked like this!"
Aunt Zhou exclaimed and quickly asked the servant to bring a big towel.
"Go upstairs and take a hot bath. I'll ask the kitchen to boil some brown sugar and ginger water. I'll drink it later to keep away the cold."
Mu Wanqing took the towel and wiped herself. As soon as she walked into the living room, she saw a man sitting on the sofa drinking tea.
"Tsk, I'm not bankrupt. Could it be that the third young lady didn't even have the money to take the bus, so she still walked home in the rain?" Wen Zhan glanced at her arrogantly, and spoke sarcastically.
Mu Wanqing was already so angry that her heart and lungs ached. After hearing his sarcastic remarks, she immediately responded rudely: "Since you have money, please go and get your eyes treated properly, otherwise you may end up in a ditch next time you drive! "
"..." Wen Zhan was secretly surprised.
"Oh! It's not enough to treat the eyes, you also have to treat the conscience! If a person is alive without the most basic conscience, he is worse than a walking corpse!" Mu Wanqing had a sharp mouth, and his sarcasm was as sharp as a sword.
Aunt Zhou came out of the kitchen and heard them talking and attacking each other, armed with guns, and she was immediately confused.
Why did you choke me right after you got home?
Oh yes! The third young master came back a few minutes earlier than the wife, and she probably met her on the road - so the wife blamed the third young master for not taking her back?
Wen Zhan originally thought that she had done something wrong today, so she should at least feel guilty when she went home and behave with her tail between her legs.
Unexpectedly, she was still confident and without any guilt or anxiety.
He laughed angrily, and looked at the embarrassed woman and said even more eloquently: "I have no conscience, and you have no sense of shame. Isn't this good? They are a match."
Mu Wanqing felt baffled, "Don't spit on others!"
Seeing that they were about to quarrel again, Aunt Zhou hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over: "Madam, your clothes are still wet. Go upstairs and wash them quickly. Don't get sick. Third Young Master, please stop saying a few words. Madam is a girl. It's better to say sweet words, don't be sarcastic all the time."
Wen Zhan felt unhappy, but thought it would be hard to continue tearing it apart in front of the servants, so he snorted and took back his posture.
Mu Wanqing walked across the hall angrily and went upstairs to take a shower.
In the evening, Wen Zhan's cell phone rang.
Han Fenghui reported: "Mr. Wen, the license plate number you asked me to check belongs to Yangcheng in the south. The owner of the car is Chen Haoyang, a lawyer. He originally worked in Yangcheng, and his law firm recently opened an office in Chongcheng Office, he himself has also been transferred to Chongcheng to take up a post."
Wen Zhan listened silently and asked, "Are you single or married?"
Han Feng continued to answer: "I have a family and my daughter is over two years old."
"Oh, I see."
Putting down his cell phone, Wen Zhan gritted his teeth and wished he could catch that stupid woman and devour her alive.
She wants a divorce and has found a new home. If the other party has better conditions than him, it means that she has the ability and vision - even if she loses, she will be convinced.
But the actual situation is that she fell in love with a fat-haired guy with a good face and a wife and children - she would rather be a mistress and a stepmother than divorce her!
what is this!
Has she been knocked down and lost her mind?
The more Wen Zhan thought about it, the more he couldn't understand it, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. His noble, prominent, and influential life was actually humiliated by a stupid woman with big breasts and no brains!
No, he had to ask clearly!
After getting up and leaving the study, he searched one bedroom after another, and finally found the source of his rage in the guest bedroom farthest from the master bedroom.
Mu Wanqing was re-drafting the divorce agreement, and Chen Haoyang asked her to write the visitation terms more clearly to avoid Wen Zhan catching the loophole and not allowing her to see her children in the future.
The door to the room was suddenly pushed open. She was startled and turned around sharply.
Seeing that it was Wen Zhan standing at the door, looking like he was coming with an unkind attitude, she immediately put her whole body on guard and her heart tightened.
The man stepped in, his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.
Mu Wanqing stood up, held the divorce agreement with her hands behind her back, and stepped back.
Not understanding how she could offend this guy, she retreated to the sliding door of the balcony, her heels hit the ground rail, and she almost staggered.
"You...what are you doing?" She dared to ask, wanting to strike first.
