How did I marry into a wealthy family during my second marriage?

Wen Xuyan stopped when he walked up to me, looking at me condescendingly with a pair of dark, bottomless cold eyes.

I looked at him coldly.

Wen Xuyan's brows were furrowed, and his deep eyes were as cold as cold stars. When he spoke, his tone was sarcastic, "I discovered that you are not only blind and stupid, but you also like to be self-righteous."

I frowned and subconsciously clenched my palms, searching for words to fight back.

But before I could say anything, Wen Xuyan sneered and said, "But you're right, we are not familiar with each other. It's me who is meddling in other people's business."

After saying that, he looked at me deeply and walked away.

It was as if I was a cruel person and made him angry.

Why should he be angry?

Am I the one who should be angry?

Especially the last sentence "We are really not familiar" and "I am nosy", whether taken apart or combined, they are full of yin and yang.

Did I say something wrong?

We are not familiar with each other!

I was angry, but I still went back, washed the clothes, wrung them out, and hung them on the balcony of the guest room to dry on a clothes rack.

Since I'm wearing someone else's clothes, I should wash them clean.

Whether Wen Xuyan appreciates it or not is his business.

After drying the clothes, I went downstairs.

The layout of this small building is somewhat similar to that of my home. It has three floors. The decoration is in a retro style that matches the retro architectural style of the house. The furniture and ornaments that can be seen everywhere are also simple and high-quality.

Downstairs is the living room. At this time, Wen Xuyan was sitting on the retro sofa in the living room, reading something on his tablet. When he saw me coming downstairs, he raised his eyelids, looked at me coldly, and then returned to the tablet.

I maintained the most basic etiquette, "Wen Xuyan, thank you for taking care of me and say goodbye."

After saying that, I turned around and left.

Then, Wen Xuyan called me.

"and many more."

He stood up, took a bag from the coffee table and walked over to me, "Take it."

I didn't pick it up, just looked at him puzzled.

Wen Xuyan explained calmly, "Your fever-reducing medicine."

"No, I'll buy it myself." It suddenly dawned on me that he might have bought the medicine for me when I was asleep.

"Take it away." Wen Xu said in a firm tone, with a faint hint of an order that could not be refused. "If you don't want it, you can throw it into the trash can."

"..."

"You're holding on, do you want me to keep you for dinner?" After Wen Xuyan finished speaking, he stuffed it directly into my hand, leaving me no room to refuse.

Who wants to eat at your house?

I was furious.

But he was my savior after all, and I didn’t want to look ugly, so I held the bag and asked, “How much does it cost?”

"?" Wen Xuyan narrowed his eyes.

"How much does the medicine cost? I'll ask Xu Weitang to transfer it to you..."

Before I could finish my words, Wen Xuyan's face instantly darkened, like the strong wind before a storm, and his cold face was dark and terrifying.

He almost squeezed out two words through his teeth: "Eighty."

A cold wind blew, and I couldn't help but tremble.

There was only one thought in my mind: If Wen Xuyan hadn't been so handsome and had such a bad temper, he would have been beaten when he went out, right?

Wen Xuyan gave the order in a cold voice to expel the guests, "Get out."

By the time I reacted, I had already left Wen Xuyan's house, holding the paper bag containing the medicine, and standing in front of the small foreign-style building without turning around.

This was indeed the small building I saw Wen Xuyan driving in that day.

Maybe he bought it new.

I remember that this family moved to Canada when I was in middle school. Since then, the house has been unoccupied. It belonged to an old couple who seemed to be engaged in art. At that time, I often saw young people coming in and out carrying cellos on their backs. I remember that this family's surname was not Wen.

I glanced at the gate with trembling eyes, thinking, who can handle a person with such a bad temper like Wen Xuyan? When he was in college, he had always been a popular figure in the school. He was handsome and had good grades. When girls mentioned him, they were all adoring stars in their eyes. It seems that after several years of college, I have never heard him talk about a girlfriend? It seems that he has always been alone. Sitting firmly on the throne of the first flower of the high mountain, he is like a transcendent immortal.

Such a cold and arrogant ice cube who can talk and quarrel - his future wife is really pitiful.

That's all, what does it have to do with me? I really don't care much about it.

I turned on my phone and was about to call a ride-hailing car back, only to find that Jiang Mingchu had called me multiple times.

Although it disgusted him, I still gave him one back.

Jiang Mingchu quickly picked up the phone and said in an urgent tone, "Honey, why don't you answer the phone? You scared me to death."

I chuckled and teased him in a playful tone, "Hubby, are you worried about me?"

Don't you really want something to happen to me? Isn't my accidental death something you have been looking forward to day and night? Even if I die, I don’t need you to deliberately put medicine in my milk.

"You are my wife. I'm not worried about you. Who am I worried about?" Jiang Mingchu asked angrily, "Where are you? I'll pick you up."

"I'm here at my parents' little mansion."

"What are you doing there?" Jiang Mingchu asked.

"I had a dream last night about my parents. They were very worried about me, so I came over to clean the house today and put incense sticks for them." I asked with a deliberate smile, "How about you come to pick me up? Offer some incense to your parents too? Maybe your parents miss you too."

Jiang Mingchu didn't answer immediately. He hesitated for two seconds and said, "Okay, but you have to wait for me over there. I have a meeting. I will pick you up as soon as I finish. It will take about an hour."

I sneered, seeing through this scumbag's intentions, why the meeting? He didn't want to come at all.

He probably felt guilty kneeling in front of the portraits of my parents.

After all, God is watching what people do.

So I followed his words and said, "Forget it. It will take you an hour to drive from the company during the rush hour. Let's wait for you next time. I'll take a taxi home and wait for you."

"That's okay, then, wife, I'll go with you next time."

After hanging up the phone, I stood in the wind, the sneer on my face gradually calmed down.

In fact, I hate this process of playing games with Jiang Mingchu. Sometimes in order to cope with his hypocrisy, I myself become hypocritical. To be honest, if murder was not illegal, I would not hesitate to chop Jiang Mingchu into thousands of pieces and divide him into five pieces.

Didn't he say that if he treats me badly, I can stick him into the wall, rush him into the sewer, throw him into the rivers, lakes and seas... No matter how he dies, it will not be enough to offset the sins he has committed.

In the end, it was the law that saved his life.

This day was extremely long.

I don't know how long it will take for these days to end.