Chapter 110 My Wife Loves You

My wife loves you

When Wen Ruan saw He Meiju the first thing he saw when he woke up, he thought he was half asleep.

When I closed my eyes and opened them again, it was still He Meiju.

"Mom, why are you here?"

She was wearing a light silver-gray suspender nightgown, with her slightly curly long hair naturally falling on her shoulders. She had just woken up and had no makeup on her face, but she looked delicate and beautiful.

The swan neck is slender and elegant, the collarbone is sexy, the shoulders are white and round, the legs exposed are long and white, and the skin is white, tender and shiny.

He Meiju thought to herself, what a little devil, she thought even a woman looked pretty, no wonder she could charm that boy He Zheng into a fool.

He was so stupid that he insisted on marrying Wen Ruan regardless of her bad reputation and the fact that she had been Jiang Qingyan's lover.

He Meizhu hates fairies like Wen Ruan the most, because there are many beautiful young girls like this around Yao Wei who want to get promoted, and she is annoyed to death.

Now, her daughter-in-law is the type she hates the most.

Wen Ruan sat up from the bed, the quilt slipped down to her waist, and there were kiss marks on her neck, shoulders and collarbone, which clearly showed the traces of last night's lovemaking.

He Meizhu was furious when she saw her acting like a troublemaker concubine. She also felt that she had mistaken him for He Zheng and had been acting like a spoiled child, asking He Zheng to carry her to take a bath early in the morning. She felt that this woman had seduced her son with her beauty. She was about to act like a mother-in-law and give her a good scolding, but...

mom?

He Meizhu hasn't heard this name for many years.

She treated Yao Man and her brother wholeheartedly, loving them as if they were her own children for more than twenty years. However, the siblings never called her "Mom" or even "Auntie", but just called her by their names.

He Zheng, that useless guy, called her mom when he first came to Yao's house, but he ran back to his hometown less than two months later and never called her mom again.

She hadn't heard it for many years, so when Wen Ruan suddenly called out "Mom", she was confused.

“You, you, you…”

She stammered, momentarily forgetting what she was going to say.

Wen Ruan drank a lot of wine last night. He Zheng cooked her a hangover soup in the middle of the night and poured her a glass of honey water in the morning. She still had a headache at the moment, so she picked up the glass of honey water on the bedside table and drank it in one gulp, and she was completely awake.

Seeing He Meizhu stuttering and looking like she had seen a ghost, she called out again, "Mom?"

"Ah," He Meizhu coughed dryly and put on her mother-in-law style again, "Why am I here? Why can't I come? This is my son's house, I came to see what's going on!"

She pointed at the clock on the dresser and said, "Look at what time it is? It's already nine o'clock!"

Wen Ruan pressed her aching waist and reminded her calmly, "It's the weekend today."

Besides, it’s only nine o’clock and I don’t have to go to work, so it’s not too late.

"What's wrong with the weekend?" He Meizhu glared at her. "You can't stay in bed on the weekend. You're so lazy at such a young age. You haven't gotten up yet. You must have stayed up late last night. You young people don't have a sense of time. You—"

"You what do you mean?"

Before she finished her words, a muffled and extremely displeased male voice came from the door.

"My wife can sleep as long as she wants. What's it to you? What does it have to do with you? Who let you in? Get out!"

He Meiju felt ashamed to be driven away by her son without any mercy in front of her daughter-in-law. She didn't dare to provoke He Zheng and turned to look at Wen Ruan.

I thought to myself, I am your mother-in-law. You just called me mom. Your husband is mean to me, and as his daughter-in-law, you have to persuade him even if you are being insincere.

As a result, Wen Ruan just blinked and looked at her innocently, with no intention of helping or pleasing her at all.

He Meizhu made a mental note of her, and finally coughed to save face, pointing at Wen Ruan and said:

"I have something to talk to you about. I'll be waiting in the living room. Hurry up and get up! You're really too lazy!"

After she left, He Zheng closed the door, turned around and walked to the bed, bent down slightly, and supported himself on the bed with his hands. The hostility and coldness on his face had subsided, and now he looked at Wen Ruan tenderly.

"You insisted on eating the fried buns from East Street last night, so I bought them. Can you eat them before going to bed?"

Fried buns from East Street?

Wen Ruan thought about it and seemed to say that after the two of them had been busy last night, she was hungry, so He Zheng cooked her a bowl of noodles and asked her what she wanted to eat in the morning. She said she wanted to eat the fried buns from East Street.

She just said it casually.

East Street is not very close to here, it takes half an hour to drive there, and there are long queues. The store she mentioned is a time-honored brand, and there is a daily purchase limit, so many people go to queue up at five in the morning.

Wen Ruan hooked her arms around He Zheng's neck and kissed him on the cheek, "Thank you for your hard work."

He Zheng raised his eyelids, his dark eyes were dark and deep, and his lazy tone was slightly aggrieved.

"Who worked so hard? You had to queue up before five o'clock for hours, and then you went to the restaurant to pack chicken soup for you. You don't even deserve a name?"

Wen Ruan knew what he wanted to hear, so she held his face with both hands, kissed him hard on the lips, and chuckled.

"Thank you for your hard work, husband."

He Zheng was finally satisfied, and the grievance in his eyes disappeared instantly. "Then you should wash up first, pack up and come down quickly."

"Okay," Wen Ruan let him go, then remembered to ask He Meizhu, "Why is your mother here? What is she doing here?"

He Zheng carried her to the bed and put her slippers in place, "I haven't asked yet."

When he came back, He Meizhu was standing at the door and he couldn't drive her away. As soon as he opened the door, she followed him in. He went to the dining room to put something down, and when he turned around, he found that she was not in the living room.

Hearing the noise coming from the bedroom, he was afraid that He Meiju would bully Wen Ruan, so he hurried over.

…

He Zheng returned to the living room and saw He Meiju sitting on the sofa with the wedding planner on her lap.

Seeing He Zheng coming over, she called out to him, "Ah Zheng, are you guys planning to have a wedding?"

There were several different types of planning documents placed under the coffee table, with He Zheng and Wen Ruan's names on them. It seemed that they were preparing for a wedding.

He Zheng snatched the plan from her hand, and at the same time picked up the few books she had read and placed next to her, put them in order and placed them on the TV cabinet, and finally sat down on the single sofa next to her.

His dark eyes looked at her coldly, without any warmth in his eyes. He did not answer her question, but just said:

"How did you find this place?"

Hearing this question, He Meizhu felt angry and guilty.

On the night of the birthday party, she asked He Zheng where they lived now, thinking of coming over often to visit and set some rules for Wen Ruan. He Zheng didn't tell her and warned her not to disturb him and Wen Ruan.

She is his biological mother, and she doesn't even know where her son lives. He keeps threatening her. How can she not be angry?

Although she was angry, she still asked someone to investigate secretly.

"You never answer my calls, and I don't know Wen Ruan's phone number, so I can only look it up myself."

After feeling guilty, He Meizhu said confidently, "Go out and ask around. How can a mother not know where her son lives? I—"

"So what are you doing here?"

He Zheng could tell she was about to start another long speech, so he interrupted impatiently, "Is there something wrong?"

He went to bed late and got up early, and became irritated when he saw his mother. He Zheng leaned over and took the cigarette box from the coffee table, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. When he took out the lighter to light it, he remembered that Wen Ruan had to go downstairs to eat soon.

Not wanting her to smell cigarettes so early in the morning, He Zheng threw the cigarettes into the trash can.

Seeing that he didn't mind her investigating him, He Meizhu breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly added, "Of course I have something to do."

She mentioned Yao Man.

"After Changjun Biology went bankrupt, your father asked your sister to leave." He Meizhu quickly changed her words when she met He Zheng's cold eyes. "Yao Man, your father asked Yao Man to leave Rongli Capital."

Yao Man has been in a very bad mood recently.

On the night He Zheng brought Wen Ruan home, he said something to Yao Wei in the study. Now, no matter how angry Yao Man was with He Zheng and Wen Ruan, Yao Wei would just brush it off with a few words.

In order to get some peace and quiet, I even went abroad to inspect a project recently, which will take at least two months.

Now that Yao Wei is gone, the one who is most unlucky is her, his stepmother.

He Meizhu looked at her son, and it was easy to hear the resentment in her tone.

"You and Wen Ruan are quite comfortable hiding here. Yao Man vented all her dissatisfaction with you on me. She has been coming back to the old house every day to torment me lately."

"Ah Zheng, just take Wen Ruan back and apologize to Yao Man. I'll help you to persuade her. We are all family, how can we keep quarreling like this every day?"

He Zheng was playing with the lighter in his hand. Upon hearing the words, the lighter spun a circle between his slender fingertips, drew an arc in the air, and landed steadily on the coffee table.

There was a loud bang, which scared He Meiju.

He Zheng narrowed his eyes and looked at her.

She is nearly fifty years old, but she has maintained herself well. Time has left no trace on her face. In fact, after being a wealthy lady for a long time, she has become more and more elegant and luxurious. Her back is straight, her legs are together, and her sitting posture and temperament are those of a standard lady.

Unfortunately, time has preserved her appearance, but also made her mind remain in the naivety of her early twenties.

No, the word "naive" is not suitable to describe He Meiju. It should be called "stupid" or "foolish".

From childhood to adulthood, she had never said a word or done anything to support her biological son. Every time she took the initiative to lower her stance, it was always for Yao Man and her brother.

He Zheng felt that he must have been an unforgivable murderer in his previous life, which was why he had to have such a mother in this life.

He Zheng was too lazy to say another word to her. He stood up, grabbed her arm, and pulled her up from the sofa. Ignoring her protests, he dragged her out the door.

Bang!

He Meiju stared blankly at the closed door, unable to believe that she was thrown out by her son like that.

After coming to her senses, she slammed the door hard, "Hey! He Zheng, you unfilial son! I am your biological mother!"

No one paid any attention to her.

…

When Wen Ruan came out, there was no one in the living room or the dining room.

She turned around and finally saw He Zheng on the balcony.

He stood in front of the window with his back to her, holding a half-burned cigarette between his fingers, with a slight smell of smoke wafting around.

Wen Ruan paused. After knowing He Zheng for so many years, this was the first time she felt loneliness and depression in him. He was so cold that no warmth could be detected. He was like a lone wolf huddled in a corner, suffering great injustice.

He Meizhu has left.

So, what did He Meizhu say to him? Did the conversation between mother and son turn out to be unpleasant?

Wen Ruan walked over slowly with light steps.

He Zheng has always been alert, but at this moment he was completely immersed in his own thoughts. He didn't notice her approaching and just smoked absent-mindedly.

Wen Ruan approached him step by step, and finally hugged his waist from behind.

He Zheng's body stiffened, his thoughts retracted, his pupils focused, he threw away the half-empty cigarette, crushed it with his foot, turned around and hugged Wen Ruan in his arms.

"Are you hungry?"

He didn't explain why he came here to smoke, and Wen Ruan didn't ask. She just stood on tiptoe and kissed him, "I'm hungry."

During the meal, Wen Ruan didn't mention He Meizhu at all, and He Zheng couldn't help it.

"Aren't you curious about what He Meizhu is doing here? Why don't you ask?"

He had already brought it up himself, so Wen Ruan only then casually asked, "So what is she doing here?"

He Zheng put the peeled eggs on her plate and sneered.

"She said Yao Man was dismissed from her position and was in a bad mood. She kept causing trouble for her. She wanted us to apologize to Yao Man. Bullshit! Don't bother with He Meizhu when you see her next time."

Wen Ruan probably understood why he was sad. He Meiju was his biological mother, but she never stood on his side.

Wen Ruan also peeled an egg for He Zheng. "Even if your own mother doesn't love you, your wife does. Tell me what you want, and I'll satisfy you."

He Zheng's eyes lit up, "Really? Anything is fine?"

Wen Ruan nodded, "Yes, anything is fine, think about it carefully."

Wen Ruan didn't expect that He Zheng's request was so simple, which was to take her to try on wedding dresses.

Of course, she really didn't expect that it would be so unlucky to meet Jiang Qingyan and Yao Man while trying on a wedding dress.