Seeing Lu Kejun's reaction, she felt confident. She paused and continued to brainwash her: "You are right, Wen Zhan is indeed suffering in this marriage, and the pain of not being able to love him is only his own. I can feel it—so now is the time for you to rescue him.”
Lu Kejun's voice was hoarse and he asked pitifully: "Then...how can I help him?"
She didn't mean to help Mu Wanqing, but to help Wen Zhan.
But Mu Wanqing didn't care about this.
Feeling a little excited, she calmed down and explained: "I originally packed my luggage and planned to move out first, but Wen Zhan sent someone to lock me in at home and wouldn't let me leave - can you think of a way to let me go?" Going out?"
Lu Kejun thought for a moment: "It's not difficult, right? I'll go find you, and you can just get in my car and drive away. How dare they stop my car?"
"Are you sure it works?"
"Of course. Who among them doesn't know about my relationship with Wen Zhan?"
Mu Wanqing was shocked to hear this, but she ignored it again.
Lu Kejun, on the other hand, suddenly came to his senses and asked curiously: "Wen Zhan has such a good condition that even a woman would want to pounce on him - but you are trying every possible means to get a divorce? What kind of trick are you playing?"
Mu Wanqing smiled and said calmly: "He is indeed very well-off, one in a million, but there is no love between us, and he is even more indifferent and hostile towards me. What's the point of such a cold marriage? What's more, no one has Knowing that the person he loves in his heart is you, how could you bear this kind of humiliation if it were you?"
"The only bond we have now is our two children. If it weren't for the unexpected pregnancy and the birth of the child, he and I would have parted ways long ago. No matter how rich he is, he has nothing to do with me. I am an orphan and can survive no matter what. I can't survive without him. Why waste your life in this kind of marriage when you can be free?"
Some of these words were used to deceive Lu Kejun.
But some of it was from her heart.
After hearing this, Lu Kejun expressed his agreement and smiled and said: "You are quite self-aware. In fact, with your background, you should find an ordinary family. Maybe they will look at you as young and beautiful, and they can still hurt you." In just a few years, you can enjoy peace and happiness. Climbing to a wealthy family will only make you walk on thin ice and lead an unhappy life."
Miss Lu started preaching again, in a condescending tone.
Mu Wanqing was dissatisfied, but she agreed: "Yes, everything you said is right, so I have to stop the loss in time."
Her attitude made Lu Kejun even more excited, and he immediately promised: "Okay, I'll take care of this matter. I'll go over there tomorrow and I'll find a way to get you out."
"Then I wait for you."
After hanging up the phone, Mu Wanqing felt a little relieved.
With Lu Kejun's participation, it was equivalent to magic defeating magic. Wen Zhan would have never imagined that the person he once loved most would now become his "enemy".
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After grounding Mu Wanqing, Wen Zhan couldn't think of any way to ease the relationship between the two, so he simply worked overtime at night and didn't return until midnight.
In this way, you can avoid meeting her and avoid conflicts.
Mu Wanqing also didn't want to deal with him, so she slept back in the guest room.
In the dead of night, she heard the sound of cars coming from the courtyard.
When the man's footsteps came closer and closer, she also heard them.
Fortunately, the footsteps gradually left without stopping, which made her secretly relax and sleep peacefully again.
Early the next morning.
She met Wen Zhan at the dinner table.
The two of them ate in silence, and the atmosphere was so suffocating that Aunt Zhou, who was waiting next to her, didn't dare to breathe.
The weather is gloomy, the north wind is howling, and it is said that it will snow in the next two days.
Mu Wanqing was a little worried, fearing that Lu Kejun, who had just had a miscarriage, would not be able to go out in this weather.
Looking at Wen Zhan's posture again, I was worried that he would not go to work today and would have to sit at home personally.
The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became. She racked her brains to find topics to talk about, thinking about how to anger him and get him to get out.
Unexpectedly, Wen Zhan spoke first before he could find an entry point.
"If you are really bored at home, you can come to the company with me. There is a lot of work at the end of the year, and my secretarial office is also short of people." Wen Zhan finished eating first, put down the tableware, picked up the disinfectant towel, and wiped his mouth and hands elegantly. He looked at the woman and spoke.
Mu Wanqing was startled and looked at him with round eyes.
Go to his company? Be his secretary?
She couldn't help but sneer, "Do you think it's possible?"
"I'm just asking. If you don't want to go, don't force it." Wen Zhan said casually, his deep eyes lingering on her face, he paused for a few seconds and then said, "Don't think about who to ask for help. You feel bad about inflicting trouble on others, so why bother."
Mu Wanqing was startled by these words and her heart shrank.
Does he know that he asked Lu Kejun for help?
Did Lu Kejun call him?
Seeing her guilty and frightened expression, Wen Zhan understood instantly, smiled and said, "You really got in touch with that pretty boy, did you?"
Pretty boy?
Mu Wanqing felt relieved and realized that he had misunderstood.
"No." She said two words coldly.
But Wen Zhan didn't believe it.
"It seems... the signal in this house has to be blocked." The man turned around and looked around, and said casually.
Mu Wanqing was frightened and just thought about not delaying her work, so she quickly said: "No! The prisoner still has time to relax in jail. You can't do this to me! You have sent so many people to guard you, what can I do?"
Wen Zhan didn't actually want to cut off the Internet and block the signal. He just wanted to stimulate Mu Wanqing to say a few more words.
"You obviously don't have to be a prisoner, but you don't know how to cherish it." As long as she agrees to live a good life with him, she will be held in the palm of her hand immediately, but she disdains it.
Mu Wanqing knew what he meant, her face darkened, and she said calmly: "It's not the life I want. It's no different from a prisoner."
The implication is that marriage to him is a prison.
Wen Zhan was so angry at these words that his face turned gloomy. He originally wanted to chat with her for a few more words, but suddenly he didn't want to say a word.
There was a stalemate between the two for a while, and he stood up angrily, put on his hand-made coat, and walked away.
Mu Wanqing sat there, watching the cars in the courtyard leave quickly through the glass window, her worries slowly letting go.
Aunt Zhou came over with her sister in her arms. The little girl grinned happily, her saliva drooling in a line. When she saw her mother, her little body was eager to pounce on her.
Mu Wanqing smiled, took her lovely daughter, held her in her arms and teased her.
"Baby, mom is sorry for you... When you grow up, you will understand mom, right?" She touched her daughter's soft and delicate face and kept confessing in her heart.
Around ten o'clock in the morning, both children fell asleep, and she looked at her phone and thought about it again.
Fortunately, it didn't take long before the sound of cars came from the courtyard.
She immediately stood up and looked down from the second floor window - a white Maserati, and sure enough, Lu Kejun was here!
In the courtyard, Yi Hang was surprised when he saw Lu Kejun, and hurriedly stepped forward to help open the car door: "Mrs. Gu, why are you here?"
Lu Kejun got out of the car and was unhappy when he heard this: "Why can't I come? I know this place better than you."
"Yes, yes, what I mean is... Third Young Master is at work and not at home."
"Who said I was looking for him? Can't I come and see the children?" Lu Kejun glanced at him, swung the car door, and entered the house.
