Chapter 71
The situation spiraled out of control. The servants in the restaurant had never seen such a huge argument between a husband and wife before. They were all terrified, exchanging glances, not daring to breathe. They just hoped the new housekeeper would finish training quickly and take over the job, so they could take charge of the household.
Ciheng no longer had the heart to continue eating, nor did he feel like making any more calls. He stood up and followed after her. His long legs and quick steps, he reached out to hold the door before Wen Zhenni could slam it shut, and with his other hand he wrapped his arm around her waist, effortlessly holding her in his arms.
"You are using violence. I will sue you for using violence." Wen Zhenni was tightly shackled by his iron-like arms. Her feet left the ground in an instant. The sudden feeling of being suspended in the air made her heart panic.
She was anxious and angry, and tried her best to pry open the man's knuckles that were clasped around her waist, but his arm didn't move at all. She could only kick and struggle in vain between his arms.
This disparity in power and absolute suppression made her instinctively afraid, her voice trembling: "Put me down... I don't want to see you now..."
Her nails had grown back, scratching the back of his hand until they were covered in nail marks. Ciheng hissed and set her back on the ground, his tone becoming increasingly harsh. "Just take it out on me. Anything beyond that is just unreasonable."
"Then leave me alone..." Wen Zhenni wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand. "My dad is never as overbearing as you. I miss my dad. I want to go home..."
The smile faded from Ciheng's eyes, and his voice gradually deepened. "Do you know that from the first day you debuted, your father has warned everyone in this industry who has connections, up and down, not to give you any backdoors. He wants you to give up when you see the difficulties."
Wen Zhenni didn't know about this, but now they were discussing his problem. She was furious and didn't care about it: "So what? My dad is doing this for me. He's afraid that I'll be wronged."
Ciheng's brows furrowed, a look of hurt flashing in his eyes. "We're clearly doing the same thing. Your father is doing it for your own good, but for me, it's like I'm manipulating you! Is that what you think?"
Wen Zhenni realized she was wrong after saying this, but the grievances in her heart had clouded her mind, making her unwilling to give in. She retorted, "My father did nothing wrong?"
Ciheng raised his hand to support his forehead, as if extremely angry. He spun around in circles, a look of self-deprecation on his face: "Okay, you think I'm a bad guy, right?"
He nodded, his voice growing colder, "Then I will do this evil thing to the end."
After saying that, he glanced at her, turned abruptly, and walked out without looking back, leaving only the heavy sound of the door closing echoing in the corridor.
Wen Zhenni froze in place for several seconds, terrified that he would actually call Qin Qing to cancel the trip. Desperate, she stamped her feet and threatened, "Ciheng, if you dare cancel, I'll divorce you... I'm done with you!"
After yelling, she got angrier and angrier, and locked the door. She wanted to throw herself on the bed and cry, but when she saw her arms hanging over her chest, she sank down on the sofa and burst into tears.
"You bastard..." She cried and cursed. There was nothing else at hand except a pillow, so she picked up the pillow and smashed it against the door in a rage.
Ciheng was standing at the stairs and heard her last threat clearly.
No one is perfect; everyone has their own temper and boundaries, and there will be times when they lose their minds and completely explode. He forced himself to calm down and quickly reviewed the situation, but he still couldn't figure out what the problem was.
He closed his eyes, thinking it necessary for them to calm down for a night, so he called the servant over: "Keep an eye on the mistress. In half an hour, bring the key to open the door, help her bathe, and call the therapist to do rehabilitation exercises."
"Yes, sir." The servant agreed reluctantly and sent the cold devil away.
Half an hour later, I took the key and opened the bedroom on time. There was no light in the room and it was so dark that I couldn't see my hand in front of me.
The servant turned on the light, picked up the pillow that had fallen on the door, and cautiously asked the figure on the sofa, "Madam, it's getting late. I'll help you wash up and do some rehabilitation exercises, okay?"
Wen Zhenni sat in the corner of the sofa with her arms folded, crying softly and suppressedly, like a little animal licking its wounds alone after being injured. She was so fragile that it made people feel distressed.
She heard the voice, looked up at the person who came, didn't say anything, but didn't make things difficult for the other person. She just stood up and walked towards the bathroom.
Having curled up on the sofa for too long, his legs and feet felt numb, and he stumbled a little when he walked. Seeing this, the servant offered a hand to help him, then quietly went to run the water and prepare a change of clothes.
After taking a bath and doing rehabilitation exercises, the maid left a night light on and left the bedroom with the therapist.
Ciheng had been standing in the corridor. When he saw someone coming out, he asked, "How is it?"
Servant: "Already asleep."
He was afraid that she would lose her temper and refuse to cooperate, so he was inevitably surprised to hear the servant's reply, and at the same time, he felt an indescribable bitterness in his heart.
"It's good to sleep." He secretly breathed a sigh of relief and signaled the servants to go down and rest.
Then he flipped through his address book, found Qin Qing's number, and pressed the dial button...
Wen Zhenni cried so hard last night that when she woke up, her eyes were swollen and dry, and she felt very uncomfortable. But she didn't care about it at all. When she woke up, she didn't even eat breakfast. She directly ordered the servants to help her pack her luggage, saying that she was going to run away from home.
It's normal for couples to have arguments and exchange angry words. But the servant was caught in the middle, unable to agree or disobey. He slowly packed his luggage, winking at his colleagues, and quickly called Ciheng, who had already left for the company before dawn.
The call was quickly connected. The servant listened to the instructions on the other end and handed the phone to Wen Zhenni: "Madam, the master has something to say."
"No." Wen Zhenni pouted and walked out with her suitcase. "Tell him I'm in a bad mood and want to go out to relax. If he stops me, I will sue him in court for illegal imprisonment."
"..." The servant held the phone as if he was holding a time bomb, and was about to cry.
Ciheng on the other end of the phone took off his glasses and pinched his nose bridge in annoyance.
After a few seconds of silence, he finally compromised: "Don't stop her, let her go, I will arrange for Secretary Lin to send her off."
The servant breathed a sigh of relief and repeated Ciheng's words. Wen Zhenni just snorted and without saying anything, dragged her suitcase and left.
After getting in the car, she found that it was Lin Nuo in the driver's seat. She didn't bother to care whether it was Ci Heng's masterpiece, and directly ordered: "Go to the airport."
Taihua headquarters, in the president's office.
The person who hung up the phone stared at the phone in a daze. Lu Fangyang was reporting work matters on the side, but he didn't hear a word.
"Boss Ci?" Lu Fangyang noticed that he was not in a good mood today and asked worriedly, "Should we postpone some of our plans for the next few days?"
Ci Heng's emotions had calmed down. He waved his hand and instructed calmly, "No need to postpone. On the contrary, try to adjust your schedule as much as possible. I'm going to Nanbu in two days."
Lu Fangyang scratched his head, puzzled. His original schedule wasn't tight, and was even quite ample. There was really no need to rush.
However, Mr. Ci must have his own plans. Although he didn't understand, he did as he was told. Lu Fangyang replied "yes" and then went to coordinate the arrangements.
**
Xi Miao arrived in Nanbu last night and had been busy with the birthday party almost all day. It wasn't until the afternoon that he heard about Wen Zhenni running away from home.
Wen Zhenni rarely argued with others, and when she did, it was usually just a lot of noise and little action, and she would calm down before the night ended. But this time, she had even run away from home. How bad had that been?
Xi Miao was shocked and worried about the safety of the little sisters. She quickly called them and said, "My ancestor, what's wrong with you? Why did you run away from home? Where are you now? Give me an address and I'll pick you up right away."
"Wow, Miaomiao!" the person over there cried as soon as he came up, "I have nowhere else to go, so I come to you for refuge."
Xi Miao felt that the sound was unusually close, as if it was nearby.
She subconsciously glanced out the window and saw a woman standing outside wearing sunglasses and a mask, wrapping herself tightly. She had protective gear on her right hand and was dragging a large suitcase with the other hand. She looked so pitiful.
If not Wen Zhenni, who else could it be?
She just wiped her tears with her sunglasses on, and the nanny who was comforting her handed her some tissues from time to time.
Xi Miao: “…”
This ancestor doesn’t even care about image management and just comes to Nanbu so brazenly?
She ran out at the speed of an 800-meter sprint and pulled the man into an empty room. "My big star, you're here just like that. Aren't you afraid of being photographed by the paparazzi and making the headlines tomorrow?"
"Not that I can't. I've even thought of the headline: 'Popular actress Wen Zhenni appears in Nanbu crying in dismay amidst suspected relationship breakup.'"
Wen Zhenni took off her sunglasses and mask, but tears were still welling up in her eyes.
Seeing her eyelids swollen like walnuts, Xi Miao couldn't help laughing, "Oh my God, how come they are swollen like a pig's head."
Wen Zhenni curled her lips, threw herself into her arms, and burst into tears: "Miaomiao, I might get a divorce."
Xi Miao joked: "There are no rumors of secret marriage yet, but there are rumors of divorce first."
They were as sweet as honey yesterday, but after just one night, the war has developed into divorce.
Xi Miao didn't care who was right or wrong, he only knew that Wen Zhenni was wronged. "He treats you badly, so let's get a divorce. I'll introduce you to the best divorce lawyer and make him leave the house with nothing."
"Hmm." Wen Zhenni wiped her eyes and asked with a thick nasal voice, "Is there anything to eat? I haven't eaten anything since this morning."
"I surrender to you." Xi Miao felt both distressed and amused. He went out and brought her a box of cakes. "Just make do with it. We'll have a big dinner tonight."
Wen Zhenni was eating cakes when Xi Miao wiped her face and said, "Look at how dirty your face is. You don't even need to be an idol anymore."
Mingxia also came down from the stairs. Seeing this situation, she stayed quietly by the side and listened to Wen Zhenni stammeringly tell her about her grievances.
To sum up, the eldest daughter was spoiled and didn't want to live with her anymore after a quarrel.
She didn't give any advice, but just asked, "What do you want to eat?"
Xi Miao suggested enthusiastically: "How about having hot pot tonight? It's so lively."
Mingxia was calmer than her and reminded her, "Her hand hasn't fully recovered yet, so she can't eat those things."
"Then let the chef prepare a nutritious meal."
Xi Miao waved his hand and said, "When you come here, it's just like home. You can eat the same way as you do at home. We can take care of ourselves even without him."
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