As soon as Ruan Tiantian stepped out, she typed a text message and sent it to Hou Linhao.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she had just been tricked by Mingzhuo. He must have said that on purpose to make her resent her husband and cause them to suspect each other.
[Honey, it's ridiculous that someone actually said your wealth today was earned at the cost of your loved ones' lives. She has no idea how hard you work and how much you love your family.]
Shortly after the text message was sent, Hou Linhao called.
"Wife, where are you now? It's too hot and you're pregnant. Let Lao Ge take you home to rest as soon as possible."
The man's gentle voice greatly soothed Ruan Tiantian's inner unease.
"Husband, will you always love me?" she couldn't help but ask. "Will you always love our children?"
“Of course, if I don’t love you or the children, who should I love?” Hou Linhao said. “Don’t listen to what outsiders are saying. What era are we living in? Why are they still indulging in feudal superstitions?”
Ruan Tiantian: "I believe you, then I'll stay home and wait for you obediently."
After hanging up the phone, Ruan Tiantian was even more certain that Ming Zhuo was simply spouting nonsense.
How could someone so young be so vicious, forcing herself to have an abortion and get a divorce? Does she think she's one of those ignorant country women who can be intimidated?
She happily told Lao Ge to go home, but little did she know that Hou Linhao's face would darken as soon as she hung up the phone.
"Mr. Hou, what should we do now?" The secretary stood in front of the desk, her brows furrowed, at a loss for what to do.
The company has recently encountered many problems: customer order cancellations, inventory backlog, and Hou Linhao misappropriated funds from the account for investment.
They clearly promised that the money would double in the next few days, but now Hou Linhao can't come up with the money.
If this continues, the company's cash flow will completely dry up, and then it's all over!
Hou Linhao took a deep drag on his cigarette. "Just wait a few more days..."
The secretary glanced at him, then walked out helplessly, closing the office door behind her.
Hou Linhao stubbed out his cigarette, grabbed his hair, his eyes bloodshot. "Damn it, why didn't they give themselves a little more time?"
Why is the baby in Ruan Tiantian's belly growing so slowly?
——
Mingzhuo said that it was better to strike first, so that afternoon he had Hou Zhihui lead the way to the neighborhood where Hou Linhao lived.
It was hot, so Hou Linhao's parents didn't go out. When they opened the door, they looked at the person who came in with a wary expression.
Hou Zhihui stepped forward: "Uncle, Aunt, it's me, Zhihui!"
The elderly couple hesitated for a moment, but eventually opened the door and invited the people in.
Mingzhuo walked in, looked around a few times, and asked, "Where's your little grandson?"
"What little grandson? What are you here for?" The old lady immediately became alert.
Hou Zhihui quickly explained, "Auntie, the situation is urgent. Please let Xiao Naihuang out immediately, or someone could really die."
"Little Custard is sleeping inside. What's wrong with you all? Get out if you don't explain yourself." The old lady said rudely.
Hou Zhihui wanted to explain further, but Li Wenhe coldly said, "Can't you see that she's determined to get rid of the guests?"
"What do you mean?" Hou Zhihui was a little confused.
"That means she's in the know," Mingzhuo sighed. She had already examined the feng shui layout of the house.
The developer's original apartment layout was fine, but the homeowner made a small change: installing a mirror at the end of the hallway.
It looks more visually open now, but there's something wrong with the little house reflected in the mirror.
It was very dark inside, without any light, a place where yin energy would be reflected through the mirror into the other two rooms opposite.
That's where the elderly people's room and the children's room are located.
Mingzhuo walked over and glanced at the room: "Where did the original items in this room go?"
The old lady's face changed drastically, and she waved her arms to shoo them away, shouting, "Get out! All of you, get out!"
Pei Di blocked his way with an imposing stance, "I'm not leaving, I'm not leaving!"
Since the boss didn't tell him to leave, he couldn't back down.
The old woman was furious; where did this bunch of thugs come from?! "If you don't leave, I'll tell my son—no, I'll call the police and have you all arrested!"
Mingzhuo turned and walked outside. "Let's go."
A group of people followed after them. He Wangyao asked, puzzled, "That old lady clearly knew where the things went. Aren't we going to ask her anymore?"
Mingzhuo glanced at Gu Xu, who immediately asked, "Is it inconvenient for me to be here?"
So from the very beginning, he deliberately stood at the door and did not step into the house.
“That’s part of the reason,” Mingzhuo said. “Another reason is that I would feel bad if I caused you to be arrested by the police because you are such a privileged person.”
As they spoke, they stood in the corridor waiting for the elevator.
As the sun set, a magnificent sunset painted the sky with fiery clouds. Gu Xu stood in the light, the evening glow bathing him in a warm hue.
There was an inexplicable sense of aloofness and sacredness about it.
Li Wenhe frowned: "What do you mean by 'golden branch and jade leaf'? Can't you use adjectives?"
Mingzhuo: "Xiaowenwen, I didn't say anything about you."
Li Wenhe: "...Don't call me Xiao Wenwen."
He Wangyao sighed helplessly. He realized that Li Wenhe was using this as a tactic to win favor. See, the boss's attention immediately shifted to the other person.
What do you mean you don't like the nickname "Xiao Wenwen"? I think you like it very much. You're really saying one thing but meaning another.
Mingzhuo led everyone downstairs, but instead of leaving, she went to the ice cream shop at the entrance of the community and urged everyone to buy ice cream. She said it was on her and that they shouldn't be afraid of the ice cream "assassins" and could choose the most expensive ones!
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