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

The woman's face was as soft and calm as water, and her eyes were watery, making her even more lovable.

After reading that paragraph, Wen Mingrui stared at her silently, his eyes not softening.

"You won't hold anyone responsible?" His voice was hoarse, full of disbelief and joy at having solved a problem.

Ling Zhao looked at him. Since she wasn't going to hold him accountable, why was he still asking?

Pursing her cracked lips, she wrote on her phone: I don't want to make a big deal out of this.

After a pause, she added: But if the news leaks out, you will regret it!

It wasn't that she wanted to threaten him personally, it was true.

Seeing her serious expression, Wen Mingrui thought she was just trying to scare him, so he nodded in agreement and even raised his hand: "I swear."

Ling Zhao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at the time on her phone and was shocked again.

It's already dawn!

She didn't care about anything else and pulled out the needle.

She had to go home quickly and find a good reason to explain why she didn't come back all night!

She got up so quickly that her vision went dark and she almost fell down. Fortunately, Wen Mingrui caught her in time.

"Ms. Ling, since you are already home late, there is no need to rush. How about this, you send a message to your family to let them know you are safe, and I can help you explain."

Ling Zhao's face turned pale, and he neither nodded nor shook his head. Wen Mingrui said, "I mean, we can come up with a good excuse, for example, you were drunk and sleeping on the side of the road, and I found you?"

Ling Zhao shook his head.

She wrote on her phone: No need, I can handle it myself.

Things seemed to be under control, and the two men looked at each other in silence for a while.

Only then did Ling Zhao notice that the man's shirt had several holes in it.

Her messy and vague memories emerged, as if she had torn his clothes when she lost control.

Ling Zhao tilted his head nervously and guiltily.

Wen Mingrui also knew that he was a little "disheveled" now.

When the panic subsides, all that remains is embarrassment.

Wen Mingrui was very gentlemanly. He silently sent Ling Zhao to the car without saying anything else.

On the way home, Ling Zhao's palms were sweating all the time.

In her dream, she told Huo Yixiu that she had cheated on him and asked him to agree to a divorce.

Huo Yixiu wanted to save face, so he got a divorce immediately.

But he did not let her go. He locked her up and did not allow her to contact anyone. He locked her up until she died as a punishment for her betrayal.

He was locked up for a different reason from the previous life, and the outcome was death.

Therefore, she could not use this reason to make Huo Yixiu agree to divorce.

She also had to find a good reason to explain where she went, what happened, and what she did that night.

If Wen Mingrui testifies for her, perhaps Huo Yixiu will believe her story, but what if Huo Yixiu doesn't believe it?

She didn't dare take risks.

After checking the missed calls and reading the unread messages on her phone, her chaotic thoughts gradually calmed down and she wiped the sweat from her palms on the hem of her skirt.

……

After discovering that Ling Zhao did not return home, Huo Yixiu immediately returned to the hotel to look for him.

The banquet had not yet ended. If Huo Yixiu had returned rashly, he might have aroused suspicion. He also couldn't let people know that he left the banquet without even knowing whether his wife had gotten into the car.

In the eyes of outsiders, Huo Yixiu is a perfect husband who loves his wife, is inseparable from her and is not afraid of other people's comments.

If people knew that he lost his wife, how would they look at him?

The car was parked on the road opposite the hotel entrance.

Huo Yixiu seldom smokes. At this moment, he holds the cigarette between his bony fingers, and his thin lips reveal the irritable smoke.

"When you go into the banquet hall, just say that one of your earrings fell off."

Fan Wenxin understood what he meant immediately, and while looking for the earrings, she tried to see if Ling Zhao was still at the scene or had stayed somewhere in the hotel.

She raised her hand and took off an earring in the rearview mirror, while comforting the man: "Yi Xiu, don't worry. Ling Zhao is so old, even though he can't speak, he is an adult after all, and the Mandarin Hotel is very safe, nothing serious will happen."

Huo Yixiu did not respond to her.

The man's cold eyes stared at the brightly lit hotel across the street, filled with smoke.

Fan Wenxin took off her earrings, held them in her palm, and bit her lip.

It was she who told Huo Yixiu that Ling Zhao had returned home.

Now that something has happened, she cannot escape responsibility.

Huo Yixiu has remained so calm towards her and has not lost his temper, which has already given her a lot of face.

Fan Wenxin put all the blame on Ling Zhao. What else can she do except cause trouble for others!

I searched the hotel's west hall and auditorium but didn't see anyone.

Fan Wenxin even asked the waiter for information, but he had never heard of a drunk guest temporarily booking a room.

"...A wealthy businessman in the East Hall celebrated by buying a pornographic painting at an auction and hung it in the hall for people to admire. Zhao Zhao probably wouldn't go to see that kind of excitement."

The rich and powerful have a high excitement threshold. Ordinary collectibles are not in their eyes. They collect strange and bizarre things, which can be understood by people who are not in that circle.

Fan Wenxin sneaked in, took a look, and came out with a red face.

It’s not that I want to speak well of Ling Zhao at this time, but I’m afraid that Ling Zhao will be taken away in that kind of place.

Then she really can't escape responsibility.

She glanced at Huo Yixiu, anxiously: "Yixiu, we can't find her anywhere, should we call the police?"

Huo Yixiu's frown never relaxed, and the smoke made his cold face even colder.

It was like the clouds swirling above the snow-capped mountains, damp, cold and daunting.

Huo Yixiu put out his cigarette butt: "You can't call the police."

Once the police are called, it is difficult to guarantee that the information will not leak out.

So many people are waiting for this upstart to fall.

Isn't it even more ridiculous that Mr. Huo is using police force to search the whole city for his wife?

Besides, if Ling Zhao is safe, then it's fine.

just in case……

The man's face quickly darkened.

He ordered the driver in a cold voice: "Go back to the old house."

Huo Yixiu hacked into the hotel surveillance system and searched for almost the entire night, but to no avail.

The surveillance video only showed Ling Zhao walking from the west hall to the bathroom, and then he disappeared.

At the banquet for the wealthy in the East Hall, the surveillance was turned off because some wealthy and noble people entered the venue.

There's nothing to see in that section.

However, Fan Wenxin sneaked in to look for her, but she wasn't there...

The sky was brightening, and the man rubbed his eyes, leaning back tiredly.

Fan Wenxin knocked on the study door and came in, holding a bowl of cooked rice porridge in her hand.

"I made it with milk and added lean meat and shrimp. You should eat something. You are already in this state. Don't ruin your health."

Next to the bowl of porridge, there was a cup of coffee.

Neither Chinese nor foreign.

But the bitter aroma of coffee in the air makes people feel more energetic.

Huo Yixiu picked up the coffee and took a sip, staring at a star in the sky.

The light was so dim that it was almost invisible in the gradually brightening sky.

Suddenly, a cry came from downstairs: "The wife is back!"

As if afraid that no one could hear her, my cousin ran up the stairs and knocked on the study door: "Mr. Huo, the wife is back!"

Huo Yixiu had already heard the shouting, and he took quick and big steps. He reached the door in a few steps, turned the doorknob, and walked down quickly.

As Ling Zhao entered the house, a man's roar came from the stairs: "Ling Zhao, you haven't come home all night, you are so powerful!"