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

The mattress next to him sank and the man lay down quietly.

He didn't do anything to her tonight, and after a while she heard his steady breathing.

He could remain calm and sleep so soundly, why should she mistreat herself?

Ling Zhao lifted the quilt and went out with his cell phone.

Jinxi Garden has a service building, and the property management is several levels higher than Ziqing Garden. Send a message to the property manager, and the takeaway will be delivered in a while.

Ling Zhao got a glass of milk and sat in the restaurant waiting.

She sent a message to her cousin: [Ready to quit? ]

After a while, her cousin replied: "Yes."

So straightforward, worthy of being a Tianlong worker.

Dare to take off your gown and work as a live-in nanny. Don't tolerate the unscrupulous owner even if you are bullied. Just leave when you should.

Ling Zhao was also very angry today, but she didn't have her cousin's carefreeness or freedom.

Ling Zhao had no words of comfort to say, or to apologize to her on behalf of the Huo family, Huo's mother, or Huo Yixiu. He didn't even ask what wrongs his cousin had suffered.

It’s not that I envy my cousin’s free and easy life or think she lives a better life than her, so there’s no need for that.

Instead, standing in her position, Ling Zhao told his cousin at the beginning that she was his wife and her employer, and there was no other personal relationship.

My cousin also knew her place, otherwise she wouldn't have been forced to leave. She never complained to Ling Zhao, or asked for mercy, and she didn't even say anything to Yu Yang.

Ling Zhao tapped on his phone keyboard: [Have you found the next one? ]

"Not yet. Nothing that suits my taste."

Ling Zhao pursed his lips and asked: [Are you willing to come to Jinxi Garden? ]

Actually, after Ling Zhao was arranged by Huo Yixiu to live in Jinxi Garden, she wanted to let her cousin come here. However, her relationship with Huo Yixiu was always bad, so it was not convenient to ask at that time; secondly, Huo's mother was doing her best for the college entrance examination students at that time, and she needed her cousin to help her with chores.

But things are different now. She is going to take the position of Mrs. Huo and needs someone she trusts.

My cousin is educated, knows how to read people's expressions, doesn't mind being a babysitter, does her job well and keeps her mouth shut.

Since you are going to hire a nanny, of course you should hire someone you are used to.

The cousin sent a question mark, and Ling Zhao replied: [Give you a day to think about it. ]

After that, Ling Zhao didn't talk to her anymore, and the property manager delivered the takeaway.

Yellow croaker noodles seem particularly warm in this inhumane night.

Ling Zhao took a sip of the noodle soup first.

The smooth and sweet soup slides into my stomach, warming my whole body. My stomach also receives the message that it is about to be full and stops rumbling.

She picked up the chopsticks, took the first bite of noodles, and squinted her eyes happily.

In a short while, he gobbled it up cleanly.

He didn't even want to miss out on the last bit of noodle soup and drank it all up from the bowl.

She opened her eyes and saw the man standing across from the dining table, looking at her coldly.

Ling Zhao didn't know how he suddenly appeared without making any sound.

She calmly put down the bowl, took out a tissue to wipe her lips, crumpled the tissue on the table, and turned to leave.

In the previous life, Huo Yixiu worked overtime in the study. Ling Zhao was worried that he was hungry, so he would cook him a bowl of noodles, wontons, glutinous rice balls, or other midnight snacks. He would put them aside after he finished eating. Ling Zhao would come to his study again, take away the dishes and chopsticks quietly, and go to the kitchen to wash and dry them.

Even if it was just bringing him a cup of coffee or a glass of milk, everything was done very neatly.

After her rebirth, Ling Zhao often doubted herself. She was not Mrs. Huo at all, but a live-in nanny.

She would no longer just be a virtuous wife like before, cleaning up after dinner before going to bed.

Huo Yixiu glanced at the empty bowl on the table, then looked at the ball of paper, his eyebrows raised.

He has a mild mysophobia and can't bear to see these things left alone.

After moving to Jinxi Garden, he asked the property management to do all the work on the villa. He didn't think much of it at the time, but now he realizes it.

In the past, she would cook in her own kitchen for midnight snacks, but now this bowl looked like a takeaway from the property management.

The man turned and looked at the woman who was twisting her way up the stairs.

This lady is very arrogant.

The man stared at it for a while, then turned around and saw the empty bowl with oil stains. He grabbed the paper towel and threw it into the bowl, then threw the bowl into the trash can together with it.

Back in the room, Ling Zhao was sitting and lying, playing with his phone.

The man walked over, lifted the quilt on the other side and sat down. Instead of sleeping, he took a book from the bedside table and started reading.

Neither of them wanted to talk, and they just did their own thing.

The only sounds in the air were the occasional flipping of pages and the rustling sound of Ling Zhao playing with his phone in various positions.

After a while, Ling Zhao put down his phone.

She took Huo Yixiu's book away and gestured to him, "You don't actually want to have a mute wife, do you?"

Huo Yixiu looked at her silently.

Who would want to marry a mute, especially a man in a high position like him? It goes without saying what a healthy wife means to him.

But what will happen before she becomes a healthy person, and what might happen after she is completely healthy... Compared to these negative effects, he would rather accept the present.

He also knew what she was going to say, which was just a repetition of what she had said to his mother.

She still had to force him.

The man had a cold face. Seeing that he didn't say anything, Ling Zhao thought he was considering the matter, so he continued: "If I cure your throat, you will have a healthy wife, and no one outside will laugh at you or belittle you anymore."

[I don't have to be disliked by your mother or laughed at by those wives. Although I can't be a big star anymore, I have my own career. I may not be able to be an important help to you, but I can still earn some respect for myself. ]

【Is this bad for you? 】

Huo Yixiu sneered: "What about you?"

Ling Zhao bit his lip and took a deep breath: [I don't have to feel inferior under other people's strange eyes anymore. The Huo family can't find a place to attack me, belittle me, or expel me. I can be Mrs. Huo confidently and safely.]

The man's eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at her deeply.

Ling Zhao was scrutinized by his sharp gaze. He said nothing, which meant he once again denied her.

She sneered: [You don't want to agree? ]

[Are you afraid that the past will be brought up and affect your Huo family's reputation again, and make them feel guilty? Or are you afraid that I will say too much when my voice is restored? ]

After a pause, her smile was full of sarcasm: [Or maybe, when Mrs. Huo, who has recovered her voice and has her own career, is too outstanding in the eyes of outsiders, she is blocking Secretary Fan's path to promotion? ]

A mute, with no career, no relatives to help her, and her only support is him. She is too easy to control.

When the day comes when he no longer needs her, he can find a random excuse to cover it up and lock her up, and Fan Wenxin can become Mrs. Huo.

At that time, everyone said good things about Mr. Huo, saying that he was loyal and righteous, and that he would never leave his wife. When he married a new wife, no one would say anything unpleasant to him or Fan Wenxin, only blessings.

He is still the perfect Mr. Huo.

But if Mrs. Huo recovered her voice, even if it couldn't shake him at all, she would have a voice to speak for herself. How would he and Fan Wenxin deal with their love?