After a flash marriage, rich wives also have to work hard to build a career

"Mrs. He, I beg you, please help me, help me find a way out of He, please save my life, okay? I promise, my child and I will stay away from each other in the future. We will never I will appear in front of you, I swear!”

Probably because she said too many words in one breath, Yan Hongjiao had exhausted all her strength and fell limply to the ground.

Ling Wanwan wanted to pull her back to the hospital bed, but she refused to agree. She just stared at Feng Ying in front of her, her body still shaking uncontrollably.

Feng Ying had already opened her eyes and was looking at the scars on the person in front of her in trance.

After a long silence, she looked away and said coldly: "Do you think I'm stupid? According to you, you were afraid that the photos and videos would be leaked by him before, but you won't be afraid anymore? Why do you think of it now? Are you going to run away? Has your conscience caught you?"

Yan Hongjiao was stunned for a moment, her dull eyes were filled with mist again, and she shook her head dejectedly: "It's different. My parents were still alive before, and I was afraid they would feel embarrassed. But now, they are gone."

Feng Ying's expression froze, a little sadness flashed across her eyes, and then she pretended to be calm again.

Yan Hongjiao lowered her head and murmured to herself in a breathless voice: "My parents never saw me get married until they died! They have never seen my grandchildren, not even once..." "

But she soon smiled bitterly as if relieved.

"But fortunately, they didn't know until their death that their daughter was being kept by someone outside. They didn't know that their daughter was bullied, beaten and scolded every day... I lied to them and said that I was working as a handyman on the set, so they You have always been proud of me..."

Ling Wanwan couldn't listen anymore, so she stepped forward to help her button up her clothes, and then forcefully pulled her back to the hospital bed.

Feng Ying looked at the two people in front of her silently. She sat upright with her body stiffened. From her movements to her expression, she was as hard as a wooden man.

After a long time, she seemed to be having a fierce psychological struggle, and she said: "Director He is not that kind of person. I don't believe what you said."

She stood up and walked out.

Ling Wanwan comforted Yan Hongjiao on the hospital bed and ran out after Feng Ying.

When Feng Ying walked out of the ward, she felt a little lost, and her steps seemed heavy and floating.

Gu Yingxue arrived at the door of the ward at some point. When she saw Ling Wanwan coming out, she hurriedly greeted her.

Ling Wanwan arranged for her to call doctors and nurses to come over to check Yan Hongjiao, and gave a few nervous instructions.

Yan Hongjiao was always worried when she was alone in the ward.

She herself followed Feng Ying step by step, watching her walk into the stairwell in despair, watching her staggering down the stairs, and finally sat on the steps, crying emotionally.

Feng Ying actually knows better than anyone what kind of person He Lu is.

But she didn't want to admit it in front of Yan Hongjiao.

After all, that was the man she had loved for many years. She felt that only she was qualified to evaluate whether he was good or bad, and others were not qualified to do so.

Especially that woman, the woman who gave birth to a son for He Lu.

She didn't want to admit defeat in front of that woman——

In He Lu's heart, she couldn't compare to that woman. She lost to that woman once.

But even so, the woman woke up earlier than she did. She didn't want to admit that she had lost to the other party again.

Ling Wanwan was sitting on the stairs at the back, holding her cheek and watching Feng Ying cry quietly.

From a purely subjective point of view, she felt that what Yan Hongjiao said was somewhat credible. After all, those old scars could not be faked, and Nemo's frightened and cautious look when he saw his biological father could not be faked.

Also, Feng Ying's reaction was very strange.

She had previously felt that Feng Ying was a heavily abused person, so in Feng Ying's eyes, it was not surprising that the greasy He Lu, who did not look like a good person, was the best in the world.

But after hearing Yan Hongjiao's accusations, Feng Ying did not continue to beat people or get angry. Instead, she ran out and cried.

Does this mean that Feng Ying also thinks Yan Hongjiao's words are credible?

Alas, why should a woman embarrass a woman!

Not really. To be more serious about this matter, it should be: "Why should the weak make things difficult for the weak?"

Although on the surface, Yan Hongjiao is a "mistress" who can be beaten by everyone, anyone with eyes can see that she is not living a happy life.

In other words, she simply had the word "miserable" etched on her face.

No wonder she fell down the stairs and struggled to tell Nemo not to go to the hospital while showing signs of miscarriage;

No wonder she cried and laughed and said "It's great" when she heard that her child was gone;

No wonder when she was lying on the bed pitifully and weakly, she thought of not telling He Lu, and the way she thought of escaping was to ask Feng Ying, the real wife, for help...

The weak should strengthen themselves!

But the reason why the weak are weak is because they cannot become strong!

So Ling Wanwan, who had repeated the scene just now many times in her mind, felt a headache. She thought of the male classmate in the next class who bullied the girls in high school, and felt that if He Lu appeared in front of her now, she might not be able to help it. I want to rush up and beat up the scumbag again.

The noon alarm on her mobile phone rang on time. It was now twelve o'clock, which should be the time when she usually urged the elderly to take a nap.

Feng Ying heard the ringtone of her cell phone and couldn't help but turn around and saw Ling Wanwan holding up her cell phone and smiling awkwardly.

So the two stood up in unison.

Ling Wanwan stepped forward and grabbed her, pulling her all the way to the hospital restaurant.

Feng Ying didn't speak or cry anymore, which made Ling Wanwan feel a little at a loss.

"Sister Feng Ying, please don't blame me, okay? I'm in a dilemma too, but you know, I'm a nurse, so I can't just die without saving you, right?"

Feng Ying said nothing.

"I don't know how you want to resolve the grievances between you, but I know that you must eat now, and you must eat well. You are now considered an advanced maternal age. If the emotional ups and downs during pregnancy are too high, it will be harmful to yourself and to you. There’s no good in it for the kids.”

Feng Ying calmly picked up the chopsticks, put a cauliflower to her mouth, hesitated for a moment, and then put it down.

She put down her chopsticks, changed her spoon, mixed the rice slowly and feebly, and said without even raising her head: "That child is very cute, what is his name? Nemo, right! Clown fish, Nemo, um, It’s his style of naming.”

Ling Wanwan just stuffed a piece of braised pork into her mouth, chewed it, and stopped.