Chapter 422 Good Vision
"It's up to you to choose." Ji Wan said calmly, "You have a good eye."
Zhao Xiyue smiled and continued to choose with great interest. From strollers to bottle sterilizers to comfort pads of various materials, she carefully examined them all, occasionally asking Ji Wan for his opinion. Ji Wan's responses were brief, but always to the point.
Swipe the card and sign. Ji Wan handed over the black card expressionlessly, and the salesperson's hands trembled slightly when he took it.
"Ms. Ji, your husband is so nice to you." The shopping guide couldn't help but compliment her.
Ji Wan curled the corners of his mouth but said nothing.
Zhao Xiyue listened at the side, her eyes flickering for a moment, then she returned to her normal self and picked up her shopping bags: "Let's go and check out the prenatal yoga class over there."
The two of them went together to consult about pregnancy nutrition courses and postpartum recovery centers. Zhao Xiyue read the brochure carefully and discussed with Ji Wan from time to time.
"This nutritionist looks very professional, and many of her opinions are consistent with the information we previously researched."
"Yes, nutritional supplements during the second trimester are indeed important." Ji Wan responded.
They are like two ordinary best friends, preparing for the upcoming new life together, seriously and devotedly.
The sunlight filtered through the huge glass dome of the shopping mall and fell on them, making the scene seem so warm and unreal.
However, this peace was soon broken.
Just one day later, a strange rumor began to spread quietly in the upper class circles of North City and intensified.
"Have you heard? Mrs. Chi has been getting very close to that guy from the Zhao family lately."
"More than just being close, someone saw them shopping together. Mrs. Chi was smiling the entire time, and she paid for everything Zhao Xiyue bought with her credit card. She was so attentive."
"Tsk tsk, whose child is Zhao Xiyue pregnant? Chi Wenyan just got away, and his wife is already rushing to curry favor with him. What's she trying to do?"
"What else could she want? To keep her position as Mrs. Chi. Her husband is having affairs outside, and as the principal wife, she has no choice but to endure the humiliation and treat the mistress... oh no, treat this Miss Zhao like a bodhisattva for the sake of the overall situation."
"I've never heard of this before. For the sake of a wealthy family status, they don't even care about their dignity?"
"That's right. Look at her noble appearance, but she's still the same at heart. For money and power, she can endure anything."
Rumors spread rapidly at various cocktail parties, afternoon teas, and private gatherings as if they had wings.
The version became more and more outrageous.
Ji Wan is portrayed as a pitiful and despicable woman who is willing to kowtow and beg for mercy from her "rival" in order to preserve her marriage and status.
For a time, Ji Wan became the laughing stock and gossip of the entire circle, with countless pairs of eyes looking at him with sympathy, contempt, or gloating.
Focus on her.
She had no worries and felt very calm.
One day, the warm afternoon sun shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting mottled shadows on the carpet.
Ji Wan leaned on the sofa, holding a collection of original poems in his hands, with a focused expression.
Her slender fingertips occasionally slid across the pages, making a slight rustling sound. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of tea.
Just then, Zhao Xiyue pushed the door open, with anger still on her face, and her high heels made a crisp and rapid sound as they stepped on the floor.
"You're quite free."
She walked a few steps to Ji Wan, her chest heaving slightly with anger, "Those people outside are talking nonsense. What have they made of you? And you don't even react at all?"
Ji Wan raised his eyes, his gaze calm and even with a hint of displeasure at being interrupted: "The mouth is on someone else, how can I react?"
"What do you mean by 'how can you react?'" Zhao Xiyue's voice rose several degrees. "They said you kowtowed to me for the position of Mrs. Chi, that you were fawning on me. They said you were just groveling. They're practically trampling you into the mud. Listen, is that even human language?"
Her cheeks flushed with anger, and her beautiful eyes burned with rage, "Aren't you angry?"
Ji Wan closed the book, put it aside slowly, picked up the teacup beside him, and took a sip.
"Will being angry help? Will it make them shut up?"
She said indifferently, "They are just a bunch of bored gossips. If you pay attention to them, you will only flatter them."
"You..." Zhao Xiyue was so angry at her stubborn attitude that she choked. She took a few deep breaths and finally suppressed her anger. "Okay. If you don't pay attention, I will."
Her eyes sharpened, she took out her cell phone and dialed a number. Her voice instantly turned cold, with an unquestionable command.
"Go and find out who's spreading the rumors about Ji Wan and me lately, especially those who say the worst. Once you've found out, teach them a lesson and let them know what to say and what not to say."
After hanging up the phone, Zhao Xiyue looked at Ji Wan, with a subtle hint of protection in her tone: "Don't worry, I won't let them slander you in vain."
Ji Wan glanced at her, said nothing, and picked up the poetry collection again.
Zhao Xiyue's movements were astonishingly fast and terrifyingly efficient.
But within two days, several wealthy wives and daughters in the upper class circles of North City, who were famous for their gossips, got into trouble one after another.
Someone's husband's company was suddenly found to have tax problems, and was in a state of panic.
Someone had been negotiating a luxury goods endorsement for a long time but it was suddenly replaced, and the other party would rather pay the penalty for breach of contract.
There was also a person who was exposed in public for falsifying academic qualifications at an important dinner party, and was humiliated and had to leave in embarrassment.
The most direct one was that she was blocked at the door of the club by several ferocious-looking bodyguards in black, who "politely" offered her a glass of specially mixed ice water.
And kindly remind her to watch her mouth, otherwise she won’t know what will splash on her face next time.
For a time, the community was in a state of panic, and everyone felt insecure. Those who had once happily spread rumors were instantly silenced.
No one dared to discuss the affairs between Ji Wan and Zhao Xiyue in public or even in private, as if it had become a taboo topic.
All the unbearable speculations and ridicules from before disappeared completely overnight.
When Zhao Xiyue came to Ji Wan's residence again, there was a hint of smug relief on her face.
"How is it? Is it quiet now?" She raised an eyebrow, sat on the sofa opposite Ji Wan, and poured herself a glass of water. "To deal with those nagging people, you have to use this method. Let them know the pain, so they won't dare to do it again."
Ji Wan put down the paintbrush in his hand, looked at the unfinished work on the easel, and replied lightly: "Hmm."
"Can't you give me some other reaction?" Zhao Xiyue was a little dissatisfied. "I helped you vent your anger."
Ji Wan turned his head and his eyes fell on Zhao Xiyue. The corners of his lips curved slightly, which was fleeting but was caught by Zhao Xiyue.
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