1970s Chief Huo: His Ex-Wife Is Dangerous and Alluring

The story begins with a divorce that turns into a plea for reconciliation.

Step by step, calculations are made.

Who is sincere and who is pretending?

The female lead is the daught...

Chapter 147 is a little exciting.

With about a month left before the start of the school year, Ling Yunjue decided to make a trip to Hong Kong.

Ye Zhaoyu didn't go; she stayed home to take care of the children.

"Wait for me at home, don't miss me too much, I'll be back as soon as possible." Ling Yunjue hugged Ye Zhaoyu tightly, reluctant to part.

Ye Zhaoyu was silent for a moment, then said, "Okay, I'll miss you at home."

Ling Yunjue felt Ye Zhaoyu's hug and was a little happy.

He knew that Ye Zhaoyu was a bit cold-hearted and ruthless. Except when she was completely dependent on her mother-in-law, she was strong and independent in front of everyone else and never showed any weakness.

I'm so happy to feel that she's responding a little bit.

"Then take good care of yourself at home. There's food and various dishes I made in the refrigerator. Remember to take them out and eat them." Ling Yunjue rambled on, giving instructions.

Ye Zhaoyu simply looked at him quietly, then smiled and nodded in agreement.

Ling Yunjue kept turning back to look at herself as she boarded the plane and flew to Hong Kong.

Ye Zhaoyu returned to the villa and saw that her mother had come back.

"Mom, when did you arrive?"

"Just arrived. The maid said your man is here? He's not here?" Ye Lingge asked Ye Zhaoyu curiously, noticing that no one was behind her.

"He's going to Hong Kong to handle some business matters. Mom, when are you leaving this time?"

Ye Zhaoyu didn't want to talk about men, and she didn't even care about her daughter, whom she used to hug as soon as she got home. Instead, she clung to Ye Lingge.

"I'll only stay one night. I'll leave tomorrow after I've finished taking care of things." Ye Lingge was also reluctant to part with her daughter and granddaughter.

But since many people are trying to arrest her, it's best not to bring danger to her daughter.

"Oh, okay." Ye Zhaoyu was a little disappointed, but she quickly cheered up. "Yun Jue made me a lot of food before she left. Let's go eat together."

"good."

Ye Lingge didn't know how to comfort her daughter.

It's all her fault that her daughter developed this personality from a young age.

She took Ye Zhaoyu with her when she was 4 years old.

She was very busy at that time, and her children were taken care of by her colleagues who were available.

She was very well-behaved back then, never crying or making a fuss, always following behind the adults, and playing with whoever was free.

When the hospital is busiest, she sits quietly in her office and plays by herself.

Ye Lingge noticed the abnormality when she was six years old.

At that time, a major accident occurred, and a patient injured in the explosion was brought to the hospital.

Many adults who haven't experienced it couldn't bear to watch such a scene and burst into tears.

Only Ye Zhaoyu remained remarkably calm, standing aside and watching. When she encountered someone who was holding a patient and crying, she went up to persuade them, "Uncle, calm down and let the doctor save the person quickly, instead of holding someone and crying."

Ye Lingge was also present, but she didn't know the circumstances under which Ye Zhaoyu said those words.

I only remember that the people around me suddenly fell silent for a minute before starting to move again.

Ye Lingge was in a hurry to save lives and didn't have much time to deal with this matter. The patients she brought back all came back with information: if they couldn't be saved, more people would be harmed.

When she was less busy and thought about that incident again, Ye Lingge realized that she might not have truly understood her daughter.

The daughter also developed a cold-hearted, indifferent attitude towards life and death.

A seven-year-old child who takes life and death lightly—it's like a joke.

From that time on, Ye Lingge began to focus more on Ye Zhaoyu, because Ye Zhaoyu was precocious and couldn't get along with her peers.

She adopted several other highly intelligent and precocious girls to keep her company.

However, the effect was not significant.

During those two years from age 4 to 6, Ye Lingge didn't know what Ye Zhaoyu had gone through. She only knew that Ye Zhaoyu took many things lightly, and that her mother held a slightly more important place in her heart.

Two years ago, when she found out that Qin Zichuan had framed her, she was able to retaliate tenfold without hesitation, ruining Qin Zichuan's career and marriage.

She knew that Ye Zhaoyu had never liked Qin Zichuan, otherwise she wouldn't have taken revenge so decisively and without leaving any room for maneuver.

The image of Ye Zhaoyu as a child flashed through Ye Lingge's mind, but she quickly came to her senses, thinking that perhaps Ling Yunjue would be her salvation.

"Yun Jue is so good to you, aren't you going to try what it's like to be in a relationship?"

While eating the food prepared by Ling Yunjue, Ye Lingge couldn't help but speak up for him.

"How do you date? We're a married couple, and we get along really well."

Ye Zhaoyu looked at Ye Lingge with a puzzled expression.

"This seems pretty normal, but don't you think you're being a little too calm?"

Ye Lingge spoke cautiously.

"Isn't it better to stay calm? It makes it less likely to act impulsively." Ye Zhaoyu really didn't think there was any problem between her and Ling Yunjue.

"All right."

Ye Lingge said nothing more. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Perhaps they haven't experienced the test of life and death, so they don't know how deep love can be.

Ye Zhaoyu knew what her mother wanted to say.

She didn't know whether she should give her heart. She had worked in the obstetrics and gynecology department when she was a child.

Many families have been torn apart and people have died because of having a girl.

Many couples are loving and affectionate when they get married, but eventually, life wears them down, leaving them with only a sense of responsibility.

As for the love and happy couples described in the book, she had never seen them.

Moreover, she never understood why, when it's a task that both men and women can do, many people would say something when a man cooks for a woman.

This man must be madly in love with this woman, and it's only right that she cooks for him her whole life.

Now, because Ling Yunjue cooked her a meal, her mother wants to speak up for him.

In fact, Ye Zhaoyu discovered that there were many such things in life.

However, everyone was used to it.

She also asked many people what they liked.

Most people would say that liking someone means wanting to make her happy, to bring her joy, and to fulfill her wishes.

Ye Zhaoyu thought for a moment and realized that Ling Yunjue was most aroused in bed, especially when she responded.

She had already made Ling Yunjue happy, so what was wrong with him cooking for her, serving her foot bath water, and trying to cheer her up?

And since he was the one who liked her first, shouldn't he have made her happy first and made her like him?

Ye Zhaoyu didn't think there was anything wrong with her relationship with Ling Yunjue.

Ye Lingge didn't understand love, nor did she dwell on this issue.

After eating and resting for a while, the two went to the gym to work out for a bit before going home to shower and go to bed.

When Ye Zhaoyu woke up, she found that her mother had already left, but she was already used to it.

After getting myself ready, I played with my daughter in the yard.

People are always leaving, for short periods or long periods. Sometimes we can meet again quickly, but for some people we will never see each other again in our lifetime.

She understood it when she was very young.

No one will stay with her forever. Even if she has many children and grandchildren, she may leave alone in the end, or even be abandoned by her closest relatives.

This was something she overheard when she was a child, a woman talking to herself.