Chapter 82 She is the retribution
Shang Wanwan chatted with Liu Yanshu for a while and then hung up the phone.
She sat quietly in front of the window, not feeling relieved at all as she was about to leave Huo Dongming.
After browsing the job recruitment information online, she applied for a resident singing position in a bar.
The salary is high and the people are not that complicated.
After the decision was made, she was notified to go for an interview the next day.
Shang Wanwan found the family photo on her phone.
Tears welled up again.
Being alone does not mean being lonely. It is sadness that makes one feel unsettled.
After Li Luo brought her home, he didn't have time to accompany her.
She is always busy.
Shang Wanwan decided to wait two days until her elder brother and father were buried before going to work.
These two days are destined to be difficult days.
This is the first time in three years that Huo Dongming has experienced a day without Shang Wanwan by his side.
The ashtray in the room was full of cigarette butts.
He sat in meditation for two nights, and faint dark circles appeared around his deep eyes.
Today is the day that Shang Jia and his son are buried.
He took the car keys and went to Li Luo's apartment.
Huo Dongming knew that he had hurt her deeply, and he wanted to make up for it.
Out of manly pride, he felt that he was right.
A black Spyker was parked outside the apartment, and Huo Dongming waited quietly for Shang Wanwan to come out.
The apartment door opened, and a man and a woman came out.
The woman with long flowing hair was wearing a long black dress and a black veil covering her face.
The porcelain-like skin glows dazzlingly in the sunlight.
She should be in her prime at this age, but her face shows an inappropriate sadness.
The man held her elbow, not overly intimately, but constantly coaxing her softly, with handsome features and gentle eyes.
"If Auntie really has a grudge against you, we should just park the car far away and complete the ceremony."
Liu Yanshu didn't expect Shang Wanwan to call and ask him to accompany her to the funeral of Shang Jia and his son.
He didn't know why Shang Wanwan's mother didn't allow Shang Wanwan to attend, and she didn't want to say and he didn't ask.
She was content to have him close to her and involved in her life.
Shang Wanwan was in a bad mood, and she felt a little better after Liu Yanshu's comfort.
Huo Dongming stared at the two of them from the half-lowered car window.
The more I looked, the gloomier his eyes became.
He stayed up all night these past two days reflecting on his past behavior towards Shang Wanwan.
I thought a lot.
Now it seems that he was not cruel enough.
The death of the businessman and his son was due to him.
Why is she putting on a show and committing suicide in front of him?
He was at home and had no appetite, while she let herself go and met her gigolo at her best friend's house.
Huo Dongming in the car lit a cigarette, took two deep puffs and frowned.
The two people in the distance were completely unaware.
After a while, a sneer escaped from Huo Dongming's thin lips.
divorce?
Just for this little shrimp in the financial world——
Who is Shang Wanwan insulting?
After flicking away the cigarette in his hand, Huo Dongming stepped on the accelerator and drove away.
Shang Wanwan felt inexplicably uneasy when she and Liu Yanshu got into the car.
Perhaps realizing her hesitation, Liu Yanshu said with concern.
"What's wrong?"
Shang Wanwan looked around; there was nothing but wind and trees.
Maybe she was too nervous.
"Nothing, let's go——"
Arriving at the cemetery, Liu Yanshu parked the car in a secluded place.
Shang Wanwan didn't get off the car, she didn't dare to.
Chen Yao was supported by someone, holding an urn by herself, and someone else was holding another urn next to her. She was crying so hard that she almost fainted.
Shang Wanwan sat in the car and couldn't stop crying.
Liu Yanshu stayed with her and did not disturb her, allowing her to vent.
When Shang Wanwan had cried enough, Liu Yanshu took her in his arms.
"Cry if you want to. I know you've been suppressing it for too long, silly girl. Don't make it hard on yourself at any time."
Shang Wanwan lowered her head, and uncontrollable sadness kept pouring out.
She waited until Chen Yao buried the two urns together before she managed to hold back her tears.
Chen Yao was supported by someone as she walked by, and she accidentally saw Shang Wanwan.
Liu Yanshu's car window was nearly broken by someone's slamming.
Chen Yao knocked on his window like crazy, forcing Shang Wanwan to get out of the car.
"Murderer, murderer."
Chen Yao looked emaciated, and reporters mixed into the funeral.
Someone held up a camera.
Shang Wanwan opened the car door, but before she could explain, Chen Yao grabbed her hair and dragged her out of the car.
"Mom——"
"I'm not your mother, don't call me. You bastard, if I had known you were a jinx, coming here for revenge, I would never have been soft-hearted enough to agree to let Shang Xingyuan keep you..."
Seeing that something was wrong, Liu Yanshu got down from the driver's seat. Before he reached Shang Wanwan, Shang Wanwan felt her scalp loosen up and she was pulled into a familiar embrace.
"If you have something to say, just say it... If you dare to do that again, I will send you to the police station right away."
Huo Dongming snatched Shang Wanwan away before Liu Yanshu, with a warning look in his eyes.
"My husband is dead, my son is dead, why should I be afraid of going to jail? Shang Wanwan, you little bitch, you are not my daughter, your mother is a mistress that everyone hates, a mistress, do you understand?"
Chen Yao had disheveled hair and looked like a madman.
"Your mother was born to Shang Xingyuan's mistress. That woman wanted to force him to the throne, but Shang Xingyuan didn't like her. She used you as a threat, and I felt sorry for you and kept you as my daughter. Who knew I raised an ungrateful person?"
Shang Wanwan’s eyes went dark and she fell softly into Huo Dongming’s arms.
"That's enough - all this has nothing to do with Shang Wanwan."
Huo Dongming picked up Shang Wanwan and was about to take her away, but Liu Yanshu blocked his way.
"Put Wanwan down, you can't take her away."
Huo Dongming raised his lips to smile faintly, but it was sarcastic.
"She's my wife. What qualifications do you have to say that to me?"
He had not yet counted the time when he held his wife's hand, put his arm around her shoulder, and wiped her tears.
"If you really thought she was your wife, why would she commit suicide?"
Liu Yanshu had finally taken his relationship with Shang Wanwan a step further, so how could he let such an opportunity slip away so easily?
Huo Dongming took a step forward, his voice carrying an extreme chill.
"It is not the place for an outsider to comment on what happens between us as a couple."
Huo Dongming looked at him coldly: "Get out of the way."
Liu Yanshu couldn't help but step back, and under Huo Dongming's pressing gaze, he had no choice but to let him pass.
"Mr. Huo, you and Shang Wanwan will both die a miserable death."
Chen Yao was half-kneeling on the ground, already going crazy.
Huo Dongming turned around, his eyes like knives, and scraped Chen Yao hard.
"The truth is that it's your husband and son who are dying. Think about what else you've done."
He added, "Is this what you call retribution?"
Chen Yao fell to the ground, his eyes blurred and his heart twisted.
Huo Dongming ignored them and carried Shang Wanwan into his car.
The assistant sat in the driver's seat, holding Shang Wanwan tightly. The car window slowly rose, and Huo Dongming's handsome face gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.
"Retribution, Shang Wanwan is the one who deserves retribution. She is a bad luck star, she killed her mother, and she also took away my husband and son, a bad luck star..."