Such humiliating words would enrage anyone who heard them.
But Mu Wanqing, in her fury, laughed instead. After a brief pause, she retorted sharply, “If he doesn’t like me, that’s his lack of discernment. What does it have to do with me? The way you’re being aggressive and flustered is what truly shames the title of heiress of a wealthy family.”
“You!”
Lu Kejun, after all, came from a refined family and had received a proper lady’s education since childhood. She was immediately left speechless by the rebuttal.
Watching Mu Wanqing’s victorious retreating figure, she turned and walked a few steps to Jiang Lijuan’s side, complaining with grievance and anger, “What was Grandfather thinking, insisting that Brother Zhan marry such a woman! It’s nothing short of defiling the family’s reputation!”
Jiang Lijuan also looked down on this daughter-in-law from the bottom of her heart.
But hearing her goddaughter’s words, she didn’t fully side with her. Instead, she grumbled, “A’Zhan has always had his heart set on you, but you only have eyes for that Gu family boy. How is my son inferior to Gu Xinchen? If you had been with A’Zhan and married earlier, the old man wouldn’t have had the chance to play matchmaker so recklessly.”
“…” Lu Kejun felt thoroughly snubbed.
Mu Wanqing had lagged behind a few steps. Just as she entered the elevator, Wen Zhan’s call came through.
“What’s taking you so long? I’m in a hurry to get to the company,” came his cold, displeased voice as soon as the call connected.
Mu Wanqing wasn’t in a good mood either, but she couldn’t be bothered to say much. She replied, “Then go straight to the company. No need to drive me.”
“How will you get back?”
“Taxi, subway, bus—why wouldn’t I be able to get back?” she retorted with a laugh.
She wasn’t a three-year-old child, nor was she a fool. How could she not make it home?
Wen Zhan didn’t respond and simply hung up.
By the time Mu Wanqing put her phone down, she had already stepped out of the elevator.
As she reached the entrance of the lobby, she caught a distant glimpse of Wen Zhan’s Bentley driving out of the parking lot.
Her heart felt numb, devoid of any emotion.
She paused, took out her phone to check the time—it was already eleven o’clock.
Since giving birth to the Dragon-Phoenix Twins, her life had been completely consumed by the two children.
No job, no social life, not even a close friend in this city.
She had thought about wandering around for a bit, but as she descended the steps, she dismissed the idea.
Forget it, better just go back…
Just after leaving the hospital, as she headed toward the subway station, her phone rang.
Picking it up, her face lit up with joy, and she quickly answered.
“Hey, Huanhuan, what made you think of calling me?” It was her high school classmate and best friend, Ye Huan.
Ye Huan said, “I’m in Chongcheng on a business trip, so I thought I’d drop by to see you, you rich lady. We promised not to forget each other if one of us made it big, but now that you’re the heiress of a wealthy family, have you forgotten little old me?”
Mu Wanqing laughed heartily, “Nonsense! I’d dare forget anyone but you! Where are you? Let me treat you to a meal.”
“Great! I want a lavish feast.”
“No problem!”
After hanging up, Mu Wanqing thought for a moment, recalled a nice restaurant, searched for its location, and sent it to her friend.
An hour later, the two girls, reunited after more than half a year apart, embraced each other excitedly.
Once seated, Ye Huan looked her over and teased with a frown, “You’re way too low-key… The wife of a billionaire CEO, dressed just like us ordinary folks.”
Mu Wanqing felt a bit embarrassed and explained, “I gained weight after having the babies. Nothing looks good on me anymore.”
“Not at all. You used to be too thin, like a washboard. It’s much better now.” After saying this, she leaned closer and lowered her voice with a suggestive look. “Men are more fascinated by women who are fuller and more voluptuous.”
Mu Wanqing inexplicably blushed and had to push the menu over to change the subject. “Let’s see what to eat.”
The two ordered their meals and chatted while eating.
It was only then that Mu Wanqing learned that her best friend’s husband was being transferred for a promotion to Chongcheng, and their family of three would be moving here. Her friend had come on a business trip and was also looking at rental properties in preparation for the move.
“That’s wonderful! I’ll have company from now on!” Mu Wanqing was delighted.
Ye Huan said, “I also thought it was quite a coincidence that you’re already in Chongcheng.”
They enjoyed their conversation so much that they lost track of time. It was only when Mu Wanqing received a call from home saying the children were acting up that she had to leave.
When the bill came, she took out a Black Gold Card and handed it to the server.
Ye Huan teased with a smile, “This kind of style is exactly what you’d expect from an heiress of a wealthy family.”
But Mu Wanqing sighed sadly, “Actually, I’d rather go out and work, supporting myself with my own abilities.”
Even though Wen Zhan had given her this card with no spending limit, she still felt insecure using it.
She longed to thrive in the workplace, to realize her life’s value, and to experience a more fulfilling life.
Ye Huan could understand some of the complexities of wealthy families and comforted her, “When the children are older, I’m sure you’ll be able to.”
The server returned the Black Gold Card, and Mu Wanqing stood up to bid her friend farewell before hurrying home.
Meanwhile, Wen Zhan, who had just finished a meeting at the company, frowned slightly as he looked at a bank notification on his phone.
A restaurant charge: 876.
He had given Mu Wanqing this card right after their marriage.
But in two years, she had used it only a handful of times.
It was strange today—who had she gone out to eat with?
This unusual behavior puzzled Wen Zhan, and he couldn’t help but connect it to her recent talk of divorce.
Was she consulting a lawyer? Or seeking advice from friends?
Thinking of that woman, his thoughts grew chaotic again.
She had been mentioning divorce these past couple of days, and he wasn’t sure what she really meant.
When they married two years ago, they had indeed reached an agreement—once the old man passed away, they would divorce amicably, and he would provide appropriate financial compensation as thanks for her cooperation.
Back then, they hadn’t intended to be real spouses, let alone have children.
A year ago, when Kejun married Xinchen, he, as childhood friend and groomsman, had watched the woman he had loved for years marry someone else. His feelings were understandable, and he got thoroughly drunk that day.
That night, while Mu Wanqing was taking care of him, he mistook her for Kejun, and they ended up sleeping together in a blur.
Afterward, he apologized and reminded her to take emergency contraception, but unexpectedly, two months later, she announced she was pregnant.
Many more things happened after that, and even now, looking back, he felt resentful and irritated.
Who would have thought that he, shrewd all his life, would be outmaneuvered by a woman who seemed innocent and harmless, losing everything in the end.
His phone rang, pulling him out of his tangled thoughts.
Seeing the caller ID, he composed himself, the coldness in his eyes fading somewhat. “Hello, Kejun.”
It was Lu Kejun on the line, who asked right away, “Third Brother, I heard Mu Wanqing is asking for a divorce?”
Wen Zhan’s expression darkened. “Who told you that?”
“It was Godmother who said so,” Lu Kejun explained. “After leaving the hospital this morning, Godmother went to Yujing Bay to visit the children and overheard the servants talking. They said she brought up divorce with you this morning, but you ignored her.”
Wen Zhan frowned, his expression darkening. He propped one hand on the armrest of the chair, coldly massaging the corner of his eye.
It seemed the household staff needed proper discipline. Gossiping about their employers’ private matters behind their backs was a grave offense.