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

Ling Zhao looked at Mother Huo.

After the college entrance examination, she no longer needed someone to help her mark papers or look up materials for her. Given the stingy mother-in-law's character, Fan Wenxin's instigation, and Zhang Ma's exclusion, my cousin was probably pissed off and left.

Ling Zhao raised his hand and overturned a plate of food.

With a crisp sound, the shattered plate mixed with the steaming food, and the sticky soup lay on the floor.

Aunt Zhang was so startled that the plate almost hit her feet.

With the support of Mrs. Huo, Mrs. Zhang was no longer afraid and said angrily, "Madam, if you don't like the food I cook, just don't eat it. These ingredients are all good things. Even if Mr. Huo can make money, he can't waste them like this. What a pity."

Ling Zhao said nothing, but raised his hand and overturned another dish.

Is she wasting?

No matter how expensive this dish is, can it be compared to the money she embezzled for buying vegetables? Can it be compared to the special dishes that Fan Wenxin threw away?

Just because she is not in Ziqing Garden doesn't mean she knows nothing.

Ling Zhao looked at Aunt Zhang coldly. Aunt Zhang was frightened by her gaze and turned weakly to look at Mother Huo.

Mother Huo was so angry that she stood up: "Ling Zhao, what do you want to do!"

Ling Zhao ignored her anger and didn't even look at her.

After raising her for many years, even though Mother Huo treated her badly, Ling Zhao in her previous life never had any resentment towards her and was always grateful to her.

Huo's mother thought she was troublesome and wasted the Huo family's money, but she did not kick her out and let her have a home.

In this life, Ling Zhao still didn't have much resentment towards her. She wanted a healthy daughter-in-law who could make her proud, which was not wrong in itself.

Ling Zhao's suffering comes from the man in front of him and Fan Wenxin.

Since she couldn't get a divorce, she would be Mrs. Huo. She would sit firmly in this position and see who could outlast her!

However, she will no longer be the submissive Mrs. Huo in her previous life, nor will she be the Mrs. Huo who has not fought or competed and is wholeheartedly seeking a divorce during this period.

She will no longer allow people who are truly kind to her to be threatened or bullied because of her incompetence.

Ling Zhao looked into Huo Yixiu's dark and cold eyes.

She knew that Huo Yixiu had asked Aunt Zhang to cook these dishes in order to make peace with her. But she overturned two dishes in a row, which was not giving him face and was shaking his authority in the family.

"...Look, you've spoiled her to the point where she's lawless and doesn't even care about me! I want to fire a nanny, but I still need her consent?"

Huo's mother kept shouting and her anger was beyond words.

Ling Zhao's face was calm, and he gestured with his fingers: [Teacher Du, you have always been concerned about my being dumb and bringing shame to the Huo family. If I had a chance to speak, would you be less resentful towards me?]

Mother Huo was stunned. She was so excited when she suddenly received such information. She was choked by a breath of cold air and coughed several times while covering her chest.

Huo Yixiu's calm face showed some cracks, his eyes flickered slightly, and his eyes became darker. Ling Zhao also saw that his jaw was tense and the muscles between his teeth bulged.

She watched as he clenched his fingers on his legs one by one.

Mother Huo took a breath and took a few steps forward: "What did you say?"

Ling Zhao didn't say it a second time, and told her with a firm look that she had not heard it wrong.

But Mrs. Huo didn't believe her. She looked at Huo Yixiu in confusion: "Her disease can be cured? Which doctor said that?"

Huo Yixiu's lips were pursed into a line. Mother Huo stared at him for a few seconds, raised her head and laughed twice, then said to Ling Zhao: "Ling Zhao, are you suffering from hysteria? After so many years, is there any possibility of recovery?"

"If it can be cured, your parents took you to seek medical treatment everywhere for two years, how could it not be cured? Don't dream."

Mother Huo didn't believe this was possible at all.

"You want to be a member of the Huo family for life, to be Mrs. Huo, and to enjoy endless wealth and glory. If you leave the Huo family, you will never have the chance to marry into a wealthy family. Do you want to use this to deceive me?"

"Why, do you still think the Huo family owes you something? Do you think that if that incident hadn't happened, you would still be a popular star? Haha, there are so many beautiful women in the entertainment industry, so many with good voices, so many people..."

"Mom." Huo Yixiu suddenly interrupted her with a stern look.

He glanced at Aunt Zhang who stretched her neck to listen: "Clean up this place and don't tell anyone about what's going on at home. If you say anything gossipy again, you will have to bear the consequences yourself."

Aunt Zhang immediately lowered her eyelids: "Mr. Huo, I won't say anything. I'm not that kind of person."

Huo Yixiu glared at her coldly: "I don't care what kind of person you are. Miss Fan introduced you to work in my Huo family. I pay your salary. First recognize who your master is."

Aunt Zhang lowered her head, her fingers tightly grasping the seam of her trousers, not daring to say a word.

Mother Huo frowned and held her words in her throat.

What happened in the Huo family is a long time ago. No one wants to mention it anymore, and it cannot be mentioned.

But being humiliated by her son time and again made Mother Huo feel uncomfortable. She said in a cold voice, "Alright. You've scolded the nanny, and I've been lectured by you. I think you came to this house not to have dinner with me, but to make me angry."

"I'm old, and I want to live a few more years. If you've shown off enough, take her away and don't get in my way anymore."

Mrs. Huo ordered everyone to leave and walked upstairs leisurely, rubbing her temples.

She just put the old story of the Huo family behind her, which she had mentioned in front of outsiders, and never mentioned it again.

The driver had just finished sending Fan Wenxin back to Ziqing Garden. Huo Yixiu opened the door and ordered Ling Zhao in a deep voice, "Get in the car."

Ling Zhao did not disobey him and sat in the car quietly. He also acted as if he was not involved in the uproar he had caused tonight.

Huo Yixiu's face was so gloomy that water could drip from it. The atmosphere in the car dropped to freezing point. The driver dared not breathe, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, leaning forward, almost pressing on the steering wheel. It seemed that this would help him stay away from the low pressure in the rear compartment.

A sudden gurgling sound rang out in this quiet moment, no different from thunder.

The driver glanced at the rearview mirror secretly. Is... my wife hungry?

He looked at Huo Yixiu quietly, wondering if they should stop the car or find a restaurant.

Ling Zhao touched his belly.

She didn't eat much at Mr. Xu's banquet, and didn't eat anything for dinner. She thought she was full of anger, but she was only human, and she was still hungry.

Her throat slid.

Huo Yixiu looked straight ahead with a sullen face: "Let her starve."

The driver didn't dare to say anything, nor did he dare to look again, and drove towards Jinxi Garden.

When we arrived at Jinxiyuan, the driver drove the car into the garage and went off work.

Ling Zhao stood by the garage and couldn't even touch the car keys.

She watched the man, car keys in hand, striding towards the door without even glancing at her.

Ling Zhao bit his lower lip. If he didn’t want to eat, then he wouldn’t eat. Would he starve to death?

She went upstairs, washed up and lay down on the bed.

I was so hungry that I couldn’t sleep, and what happened today kept going over and over in my mind.

Hearing the footsteps coming towards the bedroom in the corridor, Ling Zhao turned over and closed his eyes.