Mr. Bo, my wife is going on a date with someone again.

The next day is the weekend.

Shen Wanci made an appointment with Jiang Yazhu to go shopping. The appointment was made a few days ago. She was a little hesitant at the time. After all, she and Bo Jingzhou had divorced. If she was too close to her ex-mother-in-law, it would be easy for others to misunderstand her. The lotus root is broken and the silk is connected.

But Jiang Yazhu said, "You and Jing Zhou are divorcing, and you don't even want your godmother anymore?" She blocked her rejection again.

The place where the two made an appointment was at the entrance of the largest luxury shopping mall in Kyoto. Jiang Yazhu held Shen Wanci's hand and looked around her body. None of them were brand-name: "That bastard divorced you and broke up. How much will it cost you?"

She had seen their divorce on the news. Bo Jingzhou didn't even mention such a big thing to her, let alone the divorce agreement.

Shen Wanci: "Before I got married, Mr. Bo helped me pay off a huge debt..."

"Isn't it right to help your wife pay back the money? And that's not to help you pay back the money. You were also cheated," Jiang Yazhu said, his voice getting colder and colder: "So he asked you to cleanse yourself and leave the house?"

"It doesn't count as leaving the house..." Even if it is divided, after deductions, I still owe [-] million.

Jiang Yazhu's face softened: "That's pretty much it. That guy knows how to be a good person. By the way, Family A has a new model. I saw a few in the magazine that are more suitable for you. Let's go try it out."

"Okay." Although Shen Wanci didn't really want to buy clothes, since he was out shopping, Jiang Yazhu didn't let Jiang Yazhu down.

She didn't let her down, but someone showed up at an inappropriate time.

The two of them met Jian Weining as soon as they reached the second floor. She was preparing to go downstairs with her friends, and they met in a narrow way at the entrance of the stairs.

Jian Weining smiled and greeted Jiang Yazhu: "Auntie."

"I can't afford to call Miss Jian aunt. After all, you have a boyfriend now. According to Mr. Qi's age, even if you want to say hello, you can only call me 'sister' at most."

In front of her friends, Jiang Yazhu didn't give her any face. Although the story of her being lurked some time ago was not exposed, many people in the circle still knew that she looked down on women who sold their bodies for resources. , and now he looks down upon her even more, "If there's nothing wrong, Miss Jian shouldn't stand in front of others unknowingly.

Jian Weining smiled awkwardly at the girl next to her and sent her downstairs: "Auntie, what happened that day was a misunderstanding. Mr. Qi did not leave any unspoken rules for me. I happened to have low back pain that day, and Mr. Qi said that he had learned massage. , just pressed the button for me... Jing Zhou was there that day, if you don’t believe it, you can ask him."

"You don't need to waste time explaining to me. It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not. What matters is whether Miss Jian's future husband believes it or not." Although Jiang Yazhu is a wealthy lady, her sarcasm is to the point, "You shouldn't be able to Do you think that Jing Zhou and Wan Ci will marry you after they divorce? If he didn't get the certificate from you as soon as he got it, you would have been out. "

In terms of talking skills, Jian Weining was no match at all. Even if he was, he would not dare to have a direct confrontation with Jiang Yazhu. He said "goodbye" in a hurry and ran away.

Jiang Yazhu snorted: "If it weren't for her father's influence, would Jing Zhou be able to protect her until now?"

Last time, Bo Jingzhou had to accompany Jian Weining to visit her father's grave on New Year's Day. The more she thought about it, the more wrong she felt. Later, after questioning, she found out what happened back then.

When she said this, she looked at Shen Wanci from the corner of her eye, trying to see if she really didn't care at all.

But let alone care, not even curious.

Jiang Yazhu sighed and said to himself: "Back then, Jing Zhou had a conflict with a gangster for some reason, and he broke one of his hands and legs. The man deliberately retaliated and drove Jing Zhou into the hospital. . That bastard didn't tell his family about such a big thing. He spent the Chinese New Year alone in the hospital. It was Jian Weining who stayed with him all night. As a result, Jian Weining's father went to look for her daughter late at night because he was worried about his daughter's safety, and she got into a car accident. He died on the spot.”

Shen Wanci was stunned.

She didn't know that Bo Jingzhou had been in a car accident. She and he could only be considered acquaintances. She was the little girl who chased Nie Yucheng. He was Nie Yucheng's brother. He rarely talked to her. After getting married, he had no feelings for her. I won't even tell her about the past.

But the two sensitive words "gangster" and "Chinese New Year" together brought back a memory of Shen Wanci, so she asked aloud: "Do you know the name of that gangster?"

Jiang Yazhu frowned and recalled carefully: "It seems that his name was Song Wei, I forgot."

Bo Jingzhou didn't go into such detail. She was the one who asked someone to investigate. She was afraid that he was just looking for a random reason to deal with her, but in fact he just wanted to be the son-in-law of the Jian family.

Song Wei...

Shen Wanci frowned and faced the person in her memory.

During the Chinese New Year that year, Shen Zhenan took his stepmother on a trip. She and Shen Xuan were the only ones left at home. She had a fever that day and slept in her room all day. She didn't wake up until night. She didn't want to move and was hungry. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I had to go downstairs to the kitchen to find something to eat.

When I got downstairs, I saw the man lying on the sofa... I remember correctly his name was Song Wei. Shen Xuan often hung out with him during that time, but she didn't expect that she would dare to bring him back.

That night, Song Wei, who was drunk, had his semen on his head. He rushed towards her and wanted to kiss her. He also said some vulgar words. Shen Wanci was always on guard against him. When someone rushed towards her, she kicked him in the lifeline. Go up.

Taking advantage of the man's clutching his lower body and howling in pain, she rushed directly into the servant's room on the first floor and locked the door.

Song Wei was kicking the door like crazy outside, while Shen Wanci was holding a torn open clothes rack and standing next to the door against the wall.

Unable to open the door, Song Wei cursed and left. Before leaving, he said harsh words: "Bitch, even if you run fast, I will come back tomorrow. Are you at Kyoto University? I go to block you every day. Don't believe it." I can’t get to you!”

After the people left, Shen Wanci collapsed on the ground in frustration. She didn't know if the people were still outside, and whether they would really come to her tomorrow. Shen Zhenan was not at home, and she had no other place to go during the Chinese New Year. Go, not to mention even if you can escape these few days, what will you do when school starts?

Her mind went blank at that time, and the only thing she could think of was to ask Nie Yucheng for help.

She sent him several long paragraphs of voice messages, recounting the matter incoherently. It took more than ten minutes for the other party to reply, but there was only one word: OK.

Shen Wanci didn't know what the word 'good' meant, so she didn't ask. After all, whether Nie Yucheng helped or not was a matter of friendship.

The next day, she waited in fear for a whole day, but she didn't see Song Wei, and she didn't see him after that.

She later sent a message to Nie Yucheng saying "thank you", but Nie Yucheng didn't reply and the matter was over.

"Wan Ci..." Jiang Yazhu pushed her arm, "Why are you so dazed? Do you know that Song Wei?"

Shen Wanci darkened her eyes. Everything was over and she no longer cared.

Then she shook her head and said, "I don't know."

Jiang Yazhu glanced at her suspiciously, but didn't ask any more questions.