Chapter 177
Duan Lingwu's miserable life before Bei Banban returned was also partly due to Song Yue's influence.
They were sarcastic and malicious, secretly slandering Duan Lingwu and always talking badly about her around those two little devils, causing Duan Lingwu to be in constant danger.
Is leaving now after receiving her salary considered a punishment for her?
Although being fired by the He family was tantamount to being excluded from the entire upper-class circle, she could still live comfortably in other cities with the money she had accumulated over the years with the He family.
and……
Ling Wu glanced at He Tinglan, whose eyes were filled with gloom.
Let this little devil experience her fears too.
These people will also be punished in the underworld, but it's far less satisfying than receiving retribution in this life.
From instigator to victim, it's just a cycle of cause and effect.
Hearing Ling Wu call out "Miss Bei" without batting an eye, He Cheng opened his mouth to explain, but didn't know where to begin, and only whispered, "Ling Wu..."
Ling Wu said coldly, "Just call me Duan Ling Wu. After all, Mr. He made it very clear that you shouldn't fantasize about things you shouldn't. I'll take good care of Yao Yao and Lan Lan, and you'll still be the president of the He Group who keeps his pure heart hidden, and the carefree young master of Beijing."
After saying that, Ling Wu turned and walked towards the restaurant with the brother and sister.
Her words were devoid of any emotion, but because of the woman's warm voice, it was hard to feel any disgust.
Instead, He Cheng lowered his eyes and began to regret his past actions, wondering if he had gone too far.
The servants in the villa also felt a strange sense of relief.
The old lady was too kind and sentimental. She should have been like this a long time ago!
But while relieved, they were also worried that He Cheng would be angry with Ling Wu because of this, so someone spoke up and started the conversation:
"Sir, I've been with the He family for four years. Every night, after Madam has appeased the young master and young lady, she sits alone in the living room waiting for you to come home. So, please don't blame Madam for acting this way now..."
After she finished speaking, one after another began to speak:
“Sir, I have been with the He family for eight years. Madam has always treated Miss and Young Master as her own children, even better than we have.”
"Sir, Madam has been suffering from headaches for several years. She has been ill on several occasions, but she still worries about you, Miss, and Young Master."
“Every year, Madam knits clothes for you and the young master by hand. But every time you come back, you start arguing with Madam before you've even exchanged a few words with her, so you've never known…”
"..."
They kept talking, each sentence making He Cheng feel suffocated.
He glanced at Song Yue, who was slumped on the ground.
Suddenly I realized why she looked so familiar.
Because every time someone says that Tinglan and Tingyao are bullied by Lingwu, it's her who says it!
But the Duan Lingwu that this group of servants is talking about is completely opposite to the Duan Lingwu that this woman is talking about!
Jiang Du resisted the urge to keep up with Ling Wu's pace. After the group of servants finished speaking, he added in a low voice, "When you left that day, there were many shards of porcelain on the ground. Madam happened to have a headache at the time..."
He didn't speak, leaving the space for He Cheng's imagination to unfold.
Seeing that it was almost time, he added, "By the time I discovered it, it was too late. Madam stayed in bed for almost a week afterward, and since then, she has never waited for you to come home again."
He Cheng remained silent for a long time, the night wind chilling him to the bone.
"I see."
His voice was deep and hoarse, like it was being rubbed by gravel.
So you had a brush with death, which is why you ended up like this?
On the dining table
The brother and sister prepared to eat after Lingwu nodded, but Lingwu stopped them as soon as they picked up their utensils. "Sister Zhenzhen has prepared a new dinner for you. After you finish eating, go upstairs to sleep."
After saying that, the cute girl with the baby face placed two dinners, just the right amount for the children, on the table.
The room was filled with fragrance the moment the lid was lifted.
Even though He Tinglan and He Tingyao were used to eating cuisines from all over the world, they couldn't help but have stars in their eyes.
After finishing her meal, He Tingyao stood up and sweetly said to Ling Wu, "Goodnight, Mom. See you tomorrow, Tingyao~"
He Tinglan remained silent, only pausing briefly as he passed Ling Wu before whispering, "Goodnight."
Then they fled as quickly as if they were escaping.
At this point, only Ling Wu and He Cheng, sitting at opposite ends of the table, were at the farthest point apart.
Lingwu picked up her chopsticks.
Upon hearing this, He Cheng spoke up, his voice filled with guilt: "The food is all cold, it's not good for your health to eat it, let the kitchen make another serving."
Ling Wu didn't stop what she was doing. Instead, she naturally picked up a piece and put it in her mouth, saying in a very soft voice, "I'm used to it."
I'm used to it...
He Cheng recalled what the servants had just said, and for the first time in his life, he felt disgusted with himself.
“It won’t happen again. From today onwards, I will come home on time every day. If I can’t come home, I will tell you in advance.” He spoke each word with utmost seriousness.
Ling Wu put down her chopsticks, glanced at the various delicacies on the table, and then looked up at He Cheng, her gaze as indifferent as the cold moonlight outside the villa.
“Mr. He, if this is all it takes to make amends, then why don’t you try the cold rice and dishes I serve you every day when I wait for you to come home? After you’ve eaten, then tell me whether or not I should forgive you.”
After Lingwu finished speaking, she picked up her chopsticks again, took a piece, and put it in her mouth. The taste was excellent, completely different from when it was hot.
Li Zhenzhen also lowered her head and silently helped Ling Wu arrange the dishes that were far away from her, occasionally offering a few words of advice:
"The lady's condition requires her to consume more of this dish."
“If you keep eating like this, you won’t be able to get out of bed again tomorrow.”
"Madam, I know you don't want to waste money, but you must think about your health."
"..."
Her words were like daggers piercing He Cheng's heart.
He Cheng also picked up his knife and fork. The steak in front of him should have been at its most delicious just a few hours ago, but now...
It's like a cow that's already dead, with a piece of it just cut off with a knife, and then it gets stained with the blood that's spilled all over the ground.
The nauseating, bloody sensation filled his entire mouth, making him almost vomit!
But he kept his eyes closed and silently finished the steak.
Lingwu put down her chopsticks, and Li Zhenzhen handed her a handkerchief.
Seeing Ling Wu about to get up and leave, He Cheng quickly suppressed the nausea he felt towards the steak, but his handsome face showed no sign of distortion, as if he were no different from usual.
"There's a banquet the day after tomorrow. Do you have time to attend?" He Cheng's lowered eyes held a hint of expectation.
"Then I'll trouble Mr. He to present me with an invitation." Ling Wu left these words and turned to leave.
The banquet the day after tomorrow will be a gathering of bigwigs.
However, she did not intend to attend the banquet as Mrs. He, since He Cheng had never publicly acknowledged her identity.
Moreover, Duan Lingwu's name will not be associated with He Cheng.
Even if they were bound together, He Cheng would only become a vassal.
In just this week, she has prepared enough things to oust Duan's father from his position tomorrow.
at night
He Cheng's hand landed on the doorknob of the master bedroom.
Over the years, he has only visited the master bedroom a handful of times.
My heart is pounding incredibly fast with nervousness.
He didn't know why, even though he was the master of this house, he felt like a thief at this moment!
The door was slowly pushed open.
The room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen, except for the faint, cool fragrance emanating from his nominal wife, which permeated his heart.
He couldn't tell whether he felt disappointed or relieved. In the end, he only left a black card, then turned around and left the bedroom quickly, like a defeated person.
By the moonlight, he looked down at the garden through the French windows of his study.
The cigarette flame flickered, and his figure was shrouded in smoke.
The pure white figure in my memory has been replaced by the rich, cool fragrance of tonight.
He reached out, his fingertips piercing through the smoke surrounding him, which was brightly lit by the moonlight.
Perhaps he should have moved on from the past and started a new life long ago.
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