A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

"Misunderstanding."

Wen Caiwei's tone was not very good, and when she thought of Qin Yumeng crying while hugging her, she felt a little stuck in her heart.

She and her husband have had a strong relationship for so many years. Si Zhengping is five years older than her and has been doting on her. The couple has always been a model couple in the circle.

Because of this, Wen Caiwei's heart ached when she thought that her husband might be interested in Qin Yumeng.

Seeing his wife's appearance, Si Zhengping had a headache: "Caiwei, just believe me once. Before in the company, Qin Yumeng suddenly seduced me in the office in the name of reporting on work, and was rejected by me on the spot. She had fantasies, and I fired her."

Si Zhengping really regretted that he had listened to his wife's advice and arranged Qin Yumeng to his company.

But his wife was angry, and he regretted it, for fear that she thought she was shirking responsibility and couldn't say it.

A friend on one side and a husband on the other, Wen Caiwei instinctively leaned toward her husband, but she felt that she and Qin Yumeng had known each other for so many years, she had no reason to go to great lengths to calculate her.

"Wife, I love you. I haven't touched her with a finger. If you're really worried, we'll call the police."

Her husband said this, and Wen Caiwei was a little more suspicious of Qin Yumeng in her heart.

She understood her husband's disposition, and if he said he drank, he might be mistaken. But he didn't drink a drop of alcohol, and his clothes were neat. To say that he suddenly became lustful, and acted on Qin Yumeng in the office was too far-fetched.

In any case, she couldn't divorce her husband until the truth of the matter was investigated.

"Okay, I didn't doubt you, and Yumeng didn't say anything about you. Don't think too much."

Si Zhengping put Wen Caiwei in his arms lovingly, and said with a doting face: "Okay, okay, I think too much. Just now I suddenly remembered that there are cameras in the corridor and the gate of the company. I will be with you tomorrow. After sending Yun Ting to school together, we will go to the company to check the surveillance video, and then the truth will be revealed."

The monitoring equipment in this era is not as advanced as it was after more than ten years. Most of them are closed-circuit monitoring, and the image quality is blurred and the storage time is not long.

Her husband even brought out the surveillance video, and Wen Caiwei now almost completely believes his words.

"Okay, don't be so troublesome. Don't you have important business to discuss tomorrow? I'll just send Yun Ting to school by myself."

When Shu Ange heard this, a light flashed in his mind, and he suddenly guessed Qin Yumeng's plan.

"It's important to have a wife and children when talking about business. I'll just postpone the negotiation until the day after tomorrow."

"Can it be postponed? Will the other party be angry and affect the cooperation between the two parties."

Si Zhengping squeezed Wen Caiwei's shoulders and said with a smile: "My wife, don't worry about it. The business object this time is my good friend when I was young. We used to have a good relationship, and he won't reschedule because of it. Angry about it."

"That's good, Yun Ting will be very happy to know that you send him to school in person."

The couple got back together, and Shu Ange left the bedroom of the two with a heavy heart.

She can deduce something now. Qin Yumeng likes Si Zhengping, but after being rejected by him, she resents Wen Caiwei and instigates her admirer to crash into Wen Caiwei's car.

Qin Yumeng worked for the Si family before, so she naturally knew that Si Zhengping had an important business negotiation tomorrow.

However, Si Zhengping was eager to love his wife, so he changed the time and chose to send his son to school with his wife.

The cause of the car accident was roughly sorted out, and Shu Ange not only did not breathe a sigh of relief, but became more and more anxious.