She hid her pregnancy and faked her death, and the CEO turned gray overnight

Mrs. Wen was stunned for a moment, with a trace of astonishment flashing in her eyes.

In her opinion, any capable and bloody man would not tolerate his wife cheating, let alone send his wife to someone else's bed.

Is Zhou Gu so heartless?

That man can be cruel to his wife, which shows how hard-hearted he is. It is basically impossible for him to save her son.

No, she was just an only child, and she would have to rely on him to take care of her until she died. She couldn't just watch him die outside.

"Qingqing, please pity my mother. If something happens to your brother, I don't want to live anymore."

Broken light flashed across her tender eyes, her body trembled uncontrollably, and the pain in her heart intensified. She instinctively reached out and grabbed the skirt in front of her.

She had already said that if she went to beg Zhou Gu, he would send her to someone else's bed to sleep with her. Why was her mother still forcing her to do so?

Is her existence really cheaper than the dust on the ground, so they can humiliate and trample her wantonly?

"Mom, I said Zhou Gu is tired of playing. This body can no longer create any value. If you go and beg him, he will send me to someone else's bed. Do you want to watch your daughter become a wine table? A plaything?"

There was a flash of hesitation in Mrs. Wen's eyes, but thinking of her son who was beaten and covered in blood, she became cruel again.

The Wen family has raised this girl for more than ten years, and it's time for her to repay her kindness.

"Who told you that you are incompetent and unable to capture your husband's heart? The tenderness is just for sleeping with you. It's over after you endure it. You don't care about it. Why are you still clinging to this skin?"

Wenqing heard the screams coming from the depths of her soul. She clutched the clothes on her chest tightly, and was forced to endure the shattering pain in her limbs. Her whole body was shaking.

"Mom, you are tearing off my face and dignity, throwing them to the ground to ruin, and forcing me to die. I am also your child. Doesn't it hurt that you treat me like this?"

Mrs. Wen looked at her sad, fragile and painful eyes, her chest suddenly tightened, she turned her head slightly, and averted her gaze.

Although she had no feelings for this daughter, after all, she had stayed with her to raise her for several years. Seeing her in such pain, she finally couldn't bear it.

After a few seconds of silence, she slowly bent her knees and slowly knelt down towards her, "Just think of it as mom begging you, I can't just watch your brother die."

After saying that, she cried hoarsely.

She smiled bleakly, staggered back a few steps, and slowly closed her painful eyes.

They really wouldn't give up until they forced her to die.

Forget it, being born as a girl is something you owe your parents, so compromising on this can be regarded as fulfilling the kindness of this life.

"Okay, I'll go, I'll go ask Zhou Gu."

No one knows how much courage she used to tear off the remaining dignity on her body and expose herself bloody to the filth.

Life is better than death!

...

Today is Saturday. Zhou didn't go to the company and was working on documents in the study.

Xu Yang came in and reported his warm attitude to him.

He put down his pen and after a moment of silence, he said, "Let the public relations department arrange for a few women to attend the wine party."

Seeing that he no longer insisted on sending his wife out, Xu Yang was secretly relieved.

Fortunately, the sanity is still there.

"Okay, then I'll make arrangements."

After watching Xu Yang leave, Zhou Gu processed several more international emails.

The door opened and Wenqing walked in with soft steps.

The sunlight refracted outside the window fell on the man's slender and tall figure, giving him a soft halo, adding a touch of casualness, not as cool and sharp as before.

The old dream she had just had when she was sleeping in the garden came to mind. It was the same scene that day, which left an indelible mark on her mottled years.

It would be great if this man loved her as deeply as she does. That would definitely be the most beautiful appearance of marriage.

In the past two years, he only occasionally gave her some tenderness, and she could appreciate it. If he put his heart and soul into it, how happy would she be?

It's a pity that some things are extravagant hopes, and she can't get them even if she burns her life.

"I'm going to accompany guests tonight."