The dumb wife died with hatred, and she was not obedient after rebirth

Fan Wenxin thought a lot, but she had no idea that Ling Zhao didn’t know yet that Qin Zhan was Madam Li’s nephew.

Fan Wenxin would not understand that the silent Yuhua stones were thrown and hit by them, and the edges they polished could be used to hit people.

Ling Zhao wanted to stay away from the circle of rich ladies. He opened a shop so that he could have a career and also so that he wouldn't be ordered here and there by those rich ladies, who would compare with each other and engage in intrigue every day.

Doesn’t she know what Mrs. Xu really thinks?

Because of the romantic scandal between Fan Wenxin and Huo Yixiu, Mrs. Xu felt that Fan Wenxin was more worth winning over than her.

Ling Zhao himself is no longer a pure little white flower.

She doesn't like those rich ladies, but she still posts invitations to them when she opens a shop. If they come to the platform, it can improve the overall level of her customers and make them high-end private service.

She wanted to take advantage of them, but unfortunately, others were more savvy than her.

But it doesn’t matter, she is a little white flower in the process of advancement.

Now she is making customized private clothes for white-collar workers. As long as she does a good enough job, it will be even better.

When I returned to the shop, Huo Yixiu came in as soon as I opened the door.

She pretended he wasn't there and looked at the notebook where she recorded the sizes.

Although there are few customers, she has a good attitude and takes her time to do a good job.

Pick the right fabric from the shelf and close your eyes to imagine what kind of clothes you want to design.

The man looked at her, stepped back a few steps and sat down on the chair.

The snacks were still on the tea break plate. He glanced at them, picked one and ate it slowly, without taking his eyes off her.

Ling Zhao opened his eyes and could see him when he turned around, but his eyes just passed over him, as if he was looking at a stranger. He carried a roll of cloth to the long table and spread it out.

She used the chalk to make a few strokes to outline the general shape, then spread out the notebook and drew the composition she had envisioned.

She was so absorbed in painting that the man did not make a sound to disturb her.

Until the evening, she rubbed her neck and found Huo Yixiu was still there.

Her eyes briefly lingered on his face, the man sipped his tea with a gloomy look in his eyes. Ling Zhao pursed his lips and still ignored her.

The main idea is that if you don’t speak, I won’t speak either.

What is there to say to him?

It's just that she was hungry, and the remaining snacks on the plate went into his stomach.

Ling Zhao picked up his phone and prepared to order takeout and have dinner at the same time, when his phone was snatched away.

The man operated on her phone interface, exited the food delivery app, and said in a cold voice: "You don't plan to go back, right?"

Ling Zhao had indeed thought so.

When the store was being renovated, she reserved a room for herself.

If they divorced one day, she would have a place to go. Of course, this was her plan in her mind, and now that he knew about it, maybe the whole store would be taken away by him.

Ling Zhao had to respond: [My work is not finished yet.]

In the past, when he worked overtime, didn’t he come back until the middle of the night, or even not come back all night?

The man sneered, picked up her design book and looked at it, then dropped it: "Work? It's just a small shop for you to kill time, do you really take it seriously?"

"Just because I didn't show up to the platform, you gave me a cold shoulder?"

Ling Zhao's lips were pressed tightly together.

He can choose not to come, but he shouldn't insult what she likes to do.

He may not like the clothes she makes, but he should not think that she is not worthy of making clothes for others.

[Whether you come or not is up to you. I didn't force you to come, but you didn't even inform me of the birthday party that Mrs. Xu arranged for Mr. Xu. Did you respect me?]

He made her feel like a clown. She was looking forward to a lively day, but the only guest who came was Yu Yang.

By the way, Yu Yang...even she knows to ask her boyfriend to help her liven up the atmosphere, so what does he, her husband, do?

Without her as a light bulb, he and Fan Wenxin must have been more in sync in the banquet hall, and looked more like a perfect match, right?

Ling Zhao swallowed all his unhappiness, took back his phone, and was about to open the food delivery app again when the doorbell rang.

Wen Mingrui walked in wearing a black suit. When he saw Huo Yixiu, he just nodded as a courtesy and walked up to Ling Zhao to present him with the opening gift.

"I'm sorry, I have a surgery today and can't leave. I just got around to coming now. Luckily you're still here."

Ling Zhao smiled slightly, glanced at the small blackboard next to him, and wrote a few big words on it with a piece of chalk.

It says business hours. Our store is open from Monday to Sunday, from 9am to 9pm.

She placed the small blackboard behind the glass so that people passing by could see it at a glance.

Qinghe Street is originally within the scope of the ancient street scenic area, so it is normal for it to have late business hours.

Wen Mingrui looked at the blackboard: "Wow, your working hours look harder than mine."

Ling Zhao waved his hands and gestured again: [Let me see what gift you gave me. ]

Wen Mingrui raised his chin towards the flat box: "You will probably like it."

Ling Zhao smiled and carefully tore through the paper.

Wen Mingrui waited for her to finish dismantling the clothes, and asked gently, "Have you had dinner?"

Ling Zhao shook his head, peeled off the last piece of paper, and his eyes lit up.

It is a double-sided embroidery with three different patterns!

On one side are giant pandas, and on the other side are golden monkeys, which are lively, cute and lifelike.

This wonderful thing is not only beautiful, but also embodies the exquisite embroidery skills of the embroiderer. It is the best of Suzhou embroidery!

She held the colorful embroidery and walked around the store, but couldn't decide where to put it. Wen Mingrui pointed behind the counter and said, "I think that's a good place."

Ling Zhao thought about it and put it there.

After it was over, I kept flipping through it for a while.

Seeing that she liked it, Wen Mingrui felt a little relieved.

Ling Zhao turned around and he immediately smiled: "What do you want to eat? I'll treat you to a meal."

Ling Zhao shook his head: [You are the VIP today, I will treat you to a meal. ]

Huo Yixiu looked at them again, acting as if they were alone, and the anger in his heart began to rise again.

He narrowed his eyes and tapped his fingers heavily on the table.

The knocking sound is particularly abrupt in this quiet shop.

Wen Mingrui seemed to have just remembered him and said calmly, "Mr. Huo, do you mind if Mrs. Huo treats me to a meal?"

It is only natural for guests to give gifts and for the host to treat guests to a meal.

Even though Huo Yixiu was very dissatisfied, he had no choice but to give in for the sake of dignity.

But what if Ling Zhao can’t treat us?

The man's cold eyes fell on Ling Zhao's face: "Mrs. Huo, you should know when to stop doing anything. You should think clearly about eating one meal and eating every meal."

Ling Zhao's lips were pursed into a line.

She had a thousand resistances in her heart, but she also knew the consequences of angering him.

Seeing that she was quiet, Huo Yixiu turned around and looked at Wen Mingrui: "Dr. Wen is so busy, but he still took the time to come and congratulate my wife. I would like to express my gratitude on behalf of my wife. Just tell me my name at Xiyuan Mansion, and you can get whatever you want."

Xiyuan Mansion is a famous place for spending money in South City. It not only has delicious food but also beautiful women. Even if you want pretty young prostitutes, they are available.

Wen Mingrui looked at Huo Yixiu with a cold face. Ever since he found out that his father was the culprit for Ling Zhao's lifelong muteness, he no longer had any respect for him as a tech tycoon.

He didn't understand, this person, who hurt Ling Zhao the most and owed Ling Zhao the most, why could still hurt her like this.