Chapter 112 I don’t care about the title of Mrs. Huo anymore
Shang Wanwan saw her standing there motionless and took out her cell phone.
"If you don't hit me--"
Yi Xiaxue was obviously anxious, and even Zhang's mother could feel her fear.
Could it be that this woman was dumped by Mr. Huo and came here to find a wife to feel a sense of existence?
"Shang Wan - Mrs. Huo, I'll take her away right away."
An Lan dragged Yi Xiaxue's arm and threw her out.
There was a hint of reluctance in Yi Xiaxue's eyes, but the warning in An Lan's eyes made her behave herself.
"For the sake of my relationship with Dong Ming, I will give in to you for now."
When she was about to be chased away, Yi Xiaxue did not forget to say a few words to save her face which were funny to others.
Shang Wanwan still had an indifferent expression, without any emotion.
An Lan spoke.
"Mrs. Huo, I will take care of today's matter. You don't have to tell Mr. Huo."
Shang Wanwan's eyes swept across An Lan's face, revealing a chill that went deep into her bones.
"Who are you to talk to me? I am one of the shareholders with the largest shareholding in the company. If Huo Dongming wants to succeed as the next president, I have the right to vote.
You are just a secretary. If I don't want to use you anymore, do you think he can keep you? From now on, all the family affairs will be handed over to Zhang Ma, so Secretary An won't have to worry about it anymore."
She had taken away An Lan's job as well. An Lan was so angry that blood rushed to her head. Every word Shang Wanwan said hit her heart.
It was a warning to her.
Shang Wanwan walked upstairs with her head held high in front of her. Today, she finally let An Lan see who the real mistress of the Huo family is.
When Mother Zhang came upstairs to bring the lotus soup, she saw Shang Wanwan fiddling with a large easel.
"Mrs. Zhang, have someone prepare a guest room for me."
Zhang's mother was puzzled and asked tentatively, "Madam, are there any guests coming to our house?"
Shang Wanwan shook her head calmly: "I want a studio."
If you don't paint for too long, your painting skills will decline.
"oh--"
Mrs. Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the wife would sleep in a separate room from the husband, but fortunately that was not the case.
In the afternoon, after returning from Mrs. Chen's place, Shang Wanwan went straight into the studio.
Huo Dongming came back early today. Seeing that the house was still deserted except for the servants, he felt furious.
"Where's the wife?"
He loosened his bow tie and sat heavily on the sofa, not feeling very good.
Mother Zhang came over quickly.
"My wife is painting."
"draw?"
It took Huo Dongming a while to come back to his senses from Zhang Ma's words, and the haze in his gloomy eyes dissipated a little.
He walked to the door of Shang Wanwan's studio and found it was ajar.
Huo Dongming withdrew his hand that was about to knock on the door and gently pushed it open. Shang Wanwan's profile was reflected in the half door.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows on the first floor, the setting sun is bright red.
She was sitting in front of the easel in a white dress, her body dyed the rosy red of the sunset. There was a prototype draft on the canvas. From Huo Dongming's angle, he couldn't tell what was painted, but Shang Wanwan's expression was serious and focused.
Her quiet appearance was very much like the prestigious and talented business lady at the university.
Three years later, she had married him, and over the long years and the extreme tug of war between them, he had long forgotten how she had moved his heart in the past.
All these years, all he had in his memory was her wildness in bed, which gave him physical satisfaction.
As his wife, she gave him meticulous care, from small matters like food and daily life to big matters like physical and mental well-being.
If you calm down and think about it, Shang Wanwan is a perfect wife.
But some people still remember her talent in her past. She was locked in marriage and lost her spirituality, and almost became a resentful woman of a wealthy family.
Huo Dongming stood quietly behind her, his hand gently resting on her shoulder.
Shang Wanwan's brush landed on the wrong spot on the canvas, and the tip of the brush went astray.
"Are you scared?"
He bent slightly and held her in his arms.
Shang Wanwan smelled a faint scent of malvaceae in the air and knew that he had returned.
"No. Mr. Huo, you're squeezing me too tightly. I can't breathe."
She cleverly rejected his embrace, and Huo Dongming pulled her up from the chair and turned her little face.
He met her bright eyes. Shang Wanwan's eyes were exactly the same as the ones he saw in school that year.
Clear, pure, and naive.
He had seen a lot of disappointment and determination in her eyes over the years.
It’s just not like today, when my eyes were as clean as a college student.
Huo Dongming suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Three years ago, she was so skilled in this, and now she is lying here pretending to be innocent for him.
"Mrs. Huo, your acting skills have improved again."
He let go of her, took out a cigarette box and put it in his mouth, his expression was very indifferent.
"I have always been like this and have never acted in anything. It's because your heart is too dirty."
She thought that next time she paints, she must lock the door from the inside.
Huo Dongming sneered.
"It's the same with you. Compared to me, Mrs. Huo is not much brighter. You said you don't want my money, but in the end, the Huo family is in your pocket. I can't spend 30 billion on my black card."
Shang Wanwan knew that Zhang's mother had given him the card. She couldn't tell whether his words were pure sarcasm or anger.
But why is he angry?
She didn't want his money, and Huo's shares were still lying in the company.
On the surface, it was allocated to her, but she was eating and drinking well, and she was also making extra money outside. She didn't spend as much money in a year as Yi Xiaxue spent on buying a few collectibles. What was there to make him angry about?
Shang Wanwan's face looked slightly gloomy.
Yes, his sweetheart came to her house today and gave her a scolding.
He came to avenge her.
Shang Wanwan closed her eyelids and gently put down her pen.
"If Mr. Huo wants to stand up for his woman, he can just say so. There's no need to go around in circles to speak up for her."
Shang Wanwan looked straight at him. Huo Dongming was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window in a black suit with his back to the soft light. His face was outlined to be handsome, but his handsome appearance was always a deceptive shell.
Sighing in her heart, Shang Wanwan thought that she must have been possessed by a devil to have thrown herself into his arms without hesitation.
"What did you say? Is there anything you can say clearly—"
Huo Dongming held the cigarette between his fingertips, his expression slightly annoyed.
"Mr. Huo, your lover came to my house and scolded me, asking me to help you two. I'm curious, how can I, a 'Mrs. Huo' who has never been liked by you, relies on charity for living expenses, and dares not speak loudly, break you up?"
Shang Wanwan held her breath, feeling a dull pain in her chest.
Huo Dongming narrowed his eyes, and a burning storm began to surge in his dark pupils.
"Even if you don't love me, you don't have to look down on me in front of your woman. I've said that as long as Mr. Huo agrees, we can get a divorce at any time.
Without me, anyone can be Mrs. Huo. Don't think I really care about this title. This position was meaningless three years ago, and it doesn't mean anything to me if it falls on my head three years later.
Who wants to take it anytime? Huo Dongming, I don’t care about it anymore.”
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