After a flash marriage, I became the beautiful wife of a wealthy heir

Wenxiu was washing vegetables. She turned her head to look at her sister and couldn't help but grin.

She asked curiously, "Sister, what were you doing sitting in front of Mr. Zhao's computer just now?"

Wenli suddenly became emotional and looked very happy.

"Wenxiu, don't you know? Mr. Zhao is an advertising designer and planner, and he's in the same business as me. He hasn't finished the work he took on before, and the other party is rushing him to do it. I saw that it was inconvenient for him to operate the computer while sitting in a wheelchair, so I went over to help him."

Wen Li's gentle and considerate side inadvertently left a deep impression on Mr. Zhao. Perhaps this is the nature of women in front of men.

"Okay, Sister Wenli, you are very meticulous in your work. I think Mr. Zhao is a good person. You have nothing to do these days. It's not easy to meet a like-minded soulmate. You can communicate with each other more. Maybe your business ability will improve a lot."

After hearing what her sister said, Wen Li blushed and her heart started beating fast, realizing that there are differences between men and women after all.

As Wenxiu spoke, she tilted her head to glance at Sister Wenli, and seeing her blushing and shy look, she smiled.

"Sister, don't get the wrong idea. I don't have any bad intentions. But what? This Mr. Zhao is indeed many times better than your Jianxiang. At least he is not petty and narrow-minded."

Wenli pouted, glared at Wenxiu fiercely, rolled her eyelids, sighed, and said shyly with a blushing face:

"It's all my bad luck. Although life is hard, I have to continue living like this. I'll just have to take it one step at a time. Well, that's it."

The bad marriage has made Wenli a little self-destructive.

"Sister, this time, if Jianxiang doesn't come to answer you, doesn't bow his head, and doesn't come to invite you, then we don't have to go back. Let's see what he wants to do."

Wen Li looked at her sister, let out another long sigh, and stopped talking.

Wenxiu glanced at her sister and spoke of her sister's pain. She had just said some tough words and now she could only think about how to comfort her sad sister.

Wenxiu quickly changed the subject and talked about the happy thing that happened just now.

"Sister, you are free these days, so if you can, help Mr. Zhao and do these chores. We live in his house, so we owe him a favor."

Wenli suddenly smiled. She liked doing this kind of work. When she was choosing her major in college, she chose advertising and design planning because she liked it so much.

"Wenxiu, I know all these things."

Wenli turned around and asked Wenxiu about Haoxuan.

"Does your Haoxuan know that you work as a caregiver?"

Wenxiu shook her head mysteriously and said, "I didn't dare tell him about this, for fear that he would get suspicious and not let me come."

"How do you know that if he knew, he wouldn't let you come? I think he's quite generous."

Wenxiu curled her lips and said, "Sister, I've been in contact with him for a while. Don't be fooled by men pretending to be decent people in front of women, but sometimes they are very mean."

Wenxiu said this and glanced towards the kitchen door, for she was afraid that Mr. Zhao would come over again.

Wenxiu looked towards the kitchen door and continued, "If I were to be a caregiver, it might not be a big deal to tell him. But now that I'm a caregiver for a man who's about my age, I'm afraid he'll be suspicious. After all, when it comes to relationships, men can be very narrow-minded. I've had contact with Haoxuan a few times, and the last time he came home, his face changed immediately when I mentioned Song Hui."

Wenli looked at her sister and suddenly laughed.

"You are so thoughtful. I have lived with Jianxiang for several years and never noticed any changes in his expression. The key point is that I have never spoken passionately to other men in front of him."

Wenxiu looked at her sister, paying attention to the kitchen door. She lowered her voice and said to Wenli:

“Sister, I haven’t been in contact with many men, but I can tell from the people I’ve been in contact with.”

"Take Song Hui for example. Before he and I had a falling out, he acted like a decent person in front of others, but at the critical moment, he still hit me hard. I was caught off guard and he threw me off with just one sentence."

Wenxiu said this with a sigh.

"Alas, I thought Song Hui was pretty good before, but later I found out that he was a mom-only man who listened to his mom on everything. He had no opinion on major issues. But it's better to break up with him, given his personality...Alas, let's not talk about him anymore. Am I not living a good life now?"

Wen Li pursed her lips and said, "You're lucky. You have a lot of experience with just Song Hui. What about me? I've only been with Cao Jianxiang for the first half of my life. He's almost the same as Song Hui, a mom-only guy, and has no opinion either."

"I've been in contact with Haoxuan for a while. I see that he usually speaks coldly and has a stern face, but he has a good heart, much better than Song Hui. Sometimes he thinks of things that you haven't thought of. He makes the decisions on many things himself, so you don't have to worry about it at all."

"There's also Wu Ge, the man my best friend married. We used to work as delivery boys together. He's a nice guy with a good heart. He always says nice things to make you happy when chatting with him and never makes you angry. He's just like that to my best friend Yuling. No matter how difficult the family is, no matter how hard or tiring it is, he handles it all by himself. Now Yuling is still taking care of the children at home alone, and all the expenses of the family are supported by him alone."

Wenxiu blinked her big eyes and looked at her sister. Her eyebrows moved, her eyelids fluttered, and she rolled her eyes at her sister. She stared and said:

"Your Jianxiang is a coward, not a man. Sister, if he continues to treat you like this, I think it would be better for you to divorce him as soon as possible instead of living together in such pain. If he doesn't reply to you in a few days, you will never let him go."

While working, Wenxiu chatted with her sister about the gossips between women.

She washed and cut the vegetables for the afternoon cooking.

The porridge on the stove was almost cooked, so she turned off the fire and simmered the porridge in the pot for a while, which would make it taste better.

Wenxiu should prepare these dishes within an hour before dinner. If they are fried too early, they will cool down and the taste will not be as good as hot dishes.

While the two sisters were talking, Zhao Zhengfeng's electric wheelchair had already arrived at the kitchen door, and he peered into the kitchen.

"What's the matter? Look how happy you guys are chatting."

Wenxiu looked towards the kitchen door a little nervously. Wenli also turned her head to look at the kitchen door and her face suddenly turned red.

They wondered if Mr. Zhao would hear the long and short conversations between women and laugh at them.

Zhao Zhengfeng saw their expressions and chuckled.

"Then you guys go ahead and continue talking. I won't bother you anymore."

Zhao Zhengfeng waved his hand and chuckled as he turned his wheelchair and walked away from the kitchen door.

Wenxiu and Wenli looked at each other awkwardly, and then both laughed.

"Who cares? I heard it, and I didn't say anything bad about him anyway."

It was almost time for dinner. Wenli came out of the kitchen and Wenxiu started cooking to prepare dinner...