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

Zhao Xinyu finally had a real smile on her face. She snorted softly and seemed to take the opportunity to introduce the actor and the cheating news. However, she found that Ling Wanwan did not give her this chance at all.

"Second Aunt, I'm a little thirsty. What do you want to drink? I'll get it?"

The two shook their heads reflexively, and Ling Wanwan smiled politely, then turned to get drinks from the table next to her, leaving the two people looking at each other with ulterior motives.

There were not many people at the dining table. It took her a long time to choose a piece of pastry, and she held it while quietly observing the people present.

She didn't understand Fang Min's purpose of hosting this reception.

Specifically to humiliate her?

Do you want such a big deal?

Besides, why would others give her this face?Maybe everyone else just came out to have a drink?Are they too idle?

"Mrs. Kuang?"

A hesitant voice sounded from behind.

Ling Wanwan turned around and saw a lady in her 40s who was dressed simply and elegantly.

"you are……?"

"My name is Feng Ying. I met Mrs. Gao when we were playing ball. I'm just here to have fun. Nice to meet you."

Feng Ying stretched out her hand demurely.

Ling Wanwan also shook hands with her knowingly: "I'm young, sister Feng Ying, just call me Wanwan. It's more cordial, isn't it?"

Feng Ying seemed a little surprised: "I thought you would like to be called 'Mrs. Kuang'."

Ling Wanwan was a little confused: "Why... you say that?"

She was not confused about Feng Ying's idea, she was confused about why Feng Ying said this directly and face to face.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing. I'm not very good at talking. Look, you are younger than me. Don't find fault with your sister."

Ling Wanwan lowered her voice: "If there is really something wrong, then you can speak better than me, because I don't think there is anything wrong with this!"

Feng Ying was startled for a moment, then laughed heartily, but at that moment she covered her mouth.

Ling Wanwan thinks this sister Feng Ying is very fun and has a cheerful personality, which suits her temperament very well.

But she always felt that this sister's voice was familiar, especially when she was laughing.

Feng Ying seemed to have the feeling of seeing a close friend. After laughing enough, she lowered her voice and said, "My husband always feels that I say the wrong thing easily, so when I go out with him, I don't dare to speak for fear of saying anything. If he was wrong, he would lose face.

"By the way, my husband is a director. He has directed several movies, and all of them have hired famous actors, and the box office has been pretty good!"

"Who is your husband——?"

"His name is He Lu. You can search for his name on the Internet."

Ling Wanwan seemed to have her acupuncture points tapped, and the smile froze on her face.

It turned out to be her, the wife of the bride who was holding a banner at the entrance of the kindergarten that day.

No wonder she thought her voice sounded familiar. She had heard her yelling at the security guard at the top of her lungs that day.

What kind of miraculous fate is this?

Feng Ying noticed Ling Wanwan's expression, but she thought he was trying to recall the movie works, so she quickly took out her mobile phone to search on the spot.

"You see, for these movies, my husband is quite talented and works very hard. He used to travel all over the country to promote the movies!"

Ling Wanwan could only smile politely and nod gently in agreement.

This reaction made Feng Ying feel greatly encouraged, and she quickly said that she would definitely invite her to watch the next time He Lu made a new movie.

Ling Wanwan let out a polite roar of rejection in her heart, but she still wanted to express sincere gratitude on her face.

She couldn't even tell for a moment whether she felt more uncomfortable around her second aunt and Zhao Xinyu, or whether she felt more uncomfortable around Feng Ying.

She had no choice but to continue using the method of changing the topic.

"Sister, do you want something to drink? I'll get you one?"

Feng Ying waved her hand: "No, no, I just want plain water."

Seeing that there was no one around, she explained a little shyly: "I'm preparing to get pregnant!"

"what?"

Ling Wanwan's eyes widened.

She looks to be in her 40s, is she preparing for pregnancy?

"The one in my family said she wanted a DINK at first, but in the past few years, she suddenly said she wanted a child. My belly is not up to par. I couldn't keep it after being pregnant twice before. This time, the doctor said I need to take care of it seriously. Only through conditioning can we have hope, so shouldn’t I be careful at all times!”

Ling Wanwan felt that her expression at this moment must be full of pity, because Feng Ying actually comforted her in turn.

"You don't have to worry about me, and don't be afraid. It's not uncomfortable. Just take more medicine, exercise more, and pay attention to your diet. If it really doesn't work, you may need a few more injections. As a woman, you have to complete this mission after all. Isn’t it!”

Complete your mission, you damn mission!

What kind of magical feudal landowner grandma's thinking is this: being kind and cowardly at home, but attacking the mistress outside?Going through hardships at home to prepare for pregnancy without any pain, but outside the house, killing all the children outside the house?

Ling Wanwan began to doubt whether her initial good feelings were justified.

This person looks very simple, but in fact he is a bit complicated.

"Sister, you are young, listen to my sister's advice and give birth as soon as possible if you can. This will be good for your health, you will have someone to rely on in the future, and you can stand up in your husband's family-"

"She doesn't need to have a baby. Brother Mingxuan already has a son, right?"

Zhao Xinyu came over at the right time. Although it was unintentional, it did solve the embarrassing situation that Ling Wanwan was in.

Ling Wanwan really wants to fold Zhao Xinyu and Feng Ying's hands together. You two can have a pleasant chat without talking to me!

"Your husband has a child? Whose child?"

Feng Ying seemed to have been stimulated by something, and her voice instantly rose an octave.

To be honest, this question... it was really inappropriate for a stranger to ask her face to face. It was inappropriate anywhere.

Ling Wanwan felt for a moment that Feng Ying was definitely suffering from PTSD and that was why she was so stupid.

The surrounding air suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes came from all directions.

Zhao Xinyu was very proud: "Brother Mingxuan's child is almost four years old now. When Brother Kuang brought the child into the Kuang family, he took care of it so carefully that even a girl like me felt ashamed. He must be very good. Only Ailele’s mother cares so much about her children, she even quarreled with her grandma more than once because of her children!”

Kuang Mingxuan also quarreled with the old lady over Lele?

Well, that's not surprising.

Thinking about the incompatibility between Kuang Mingxuan and the old lady, she believed them even if they said they had a huge quarrel over a peanut.

Feng Ying instantly felt sorry for Ling Wanwan.

While holding her arm, she looked at the triumphant Zhao Xinyu, as if it was inconvenient for an outsider to say something in the presence of an outsider.

Ling Wanwan patted her hand and shook her head.

Zhao Xinyu looked at Ling Wanwan's nonchalant look and felt that she was holding on.

"You don't know how much Brother Mingxuan cares about Lele, right? Lele is a clever little guy. If I were you, I would have a good relationship with Lele, otherwise Brother Mingxuan——"

"Didn't Second Aunt tell you?"

Ling Wanwan suddenly cut off her words.

"tell me what?"

Zhao Xinyu was a little confused.

Ling Wanwan smiled at her: "I am Lele's biological mother."