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

That WeChat message asking her to meet his parents for dinner.

Ling Zhao looked ahead indifferently, curled the corners of her lips, and asked: Why are you treating me to a meal?

Wen Mingrui scratched his hair in embarrassment and smiled bitterly: "At the banquet that day, I told my uncle that you were my girlfriend. My uncle mentioned it to my parents, and they urged me to invite you to dinner at home. I thought you were single..."

The atmosphere suddenly became subtle.

Wen Mingrui dodged his eyes, glanced to the other side, and coughed.

Ling Zhao has lived two lives. He understands, but also pretends not to understand.

She looked down at her injuries.

The bubbles are transparent, like the eyes of a goldfish.

Wen Mingrui lowered his eyes and looked at her.

As thin and frail as a paper man.

She really doesn't look like a pampered wealthy lady.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he whispered, "Are you really okay? If you need help, I will do my best."

Ling Zhao was slightly stunned, looking at the man's sincere face, and shook his head: I told you at the time that if other people knew that I was drugged, I would never let you go. In fact, I am not that capable, and I will not cause you to lose your job.

And he was just a doctor, compared to Huo Yixiu's power...

She'd better not cause trouble for others.

Ling Zhao waited for his cousin to come back and looked up at the photo wall.

Wen Mingrui followed her gaze and looked at the wall, then looked at her: "Is there anyone you know on this wall?"

Ling Zhao retracted his gaze and shook his head. Wen Mingrui smiled and pointed to the photo in the upper left corner: "That's me, don't you recognize me?"

Ling Zhao looked over again. The Dr. Wen in the photo was majestic and stern, which was completely different from the gentle and humble Dr. Wen in front of him.

She pointed at the photo and then at Wen Mingrui himself.

An intern was walking in a casual manner with a cup of coffee in his hand, but when he saw Wen Mingrui, he immediately straightened himself up, lowered his head to check his clothes, and walked away quickly.

His cousin came running behind him, carrying a cup of coffee. Ling Zhao asked her to give the coffee to Wen Mingrui and nodded to him as a farewell.

Wen Mingrui looked at her slender figure as she left, his eyes fell silent, as if filled with regret, melancholy, pity, and anger.

But it ended up being zero.

"Doctor Wen." A female doctor strode towards him. Wen Mingrui took out gold-rimmed glasses from his chest pocket and put them on. In an instant, he became the person on the photo wall.

……

Ling Zhao returned to Ziqingyuan Villa.

The room had been cleaned, there were no broken tiles or tea leaves scattered on the floor, and the floor tiles looked as if they had never been wet.

There is a faint scent of tea lingering.

Mother Huo was holding a teacup and discussing with Huo Yixiu the golden mask she had brought back from the gold shop.

His eyes swept from above the teacup to Ling Zhao, stern and warning.

Ling Zhao lowered his eyes and passed through the living room.

Huo Yixiu suddenly called her: "Where have you been?"

Ling Zhao did not respond. Huo Yixiu looked at his cousin. His cousin glanced at Huo's mother, lowered her head and said nothing.

Huo Yixiu felt something was wrong and frowned slightly, but did not get angry immediately.

He stood up: "Have dinner first."

My cousin opened her mouth, wanting to say that she hadn’t had time to prepare dinner yet, but Aunt Zhang came out with a pot of soup.

The cousin helped Ling Zhao to the restaurant, and Huo Yixiu noticed that she walked slower than usual.

At the dinner table, Ling Zhao ate little.

Huo Yixiu suddenly asked her: "Are the items for the charity banquet ready?"

Ling Zhao picked up the rice with chopsticks. Huo Yixiu paused when he saw her like that and said, "Jiang Shang will send the food over tomorrow. You can keep it and send it to the banquet on the day of the banquet."

After dinner, Ling Zhao pushed the chair away and stood up. Huo Yixiu suddenly lifted her skirt, which scared Ling Zhao. The man saw the big blisters on her calves and his voice became cold: "How did you get it?"

Ling Zhao pressed his lips stubbornly.

Neither my cousin nor Aunt Zhang dared to say anything; they just stared at the gap between the floor tiles.

Mrs. Huo put down her bowl and chopsticks and said coldly, "She poured tea for me and accidentally spilled it on herself. What happened?"

She looked at Ling Zhao: "Why, are you trying to sue me by playing the victim in front of Yi Xiu? Don't you see, I'm his mother!"

Mrs. Huo slammed the table so hard that the chopsticks on the table jumped.

Obviously, she was still upset about Huo Yixiu entering her room last night, brushing her off and taking Ling Zhao away.

Huo Yixiu frowned and looked at his mother: "She will accompany me to the banquet next week. How can she go to the banquet if she is injured?"

"She doesn't need to go." Mother Huo raised her head proudly, "It's enough for Wenxin to accompany you."

Huo Yixiu's breath sank and he looked at Ling Zhao, seeming to be considering something.

Seeing his expression, Ling Zhao pulled down the hem of her skirt and let her cousin help her stand up.

Just walk with your limp openly, no need to pretend.

Huo's mother called Huo Yixiu to the study to talk.

"I heard you're trying to get her pregnant?"

Huo Yixiu neither admitted nor denied it.

Mother Huo's expression was serious: "She can't give birth to our Huo family's children."

Huo Yixiu sat there, tapping the table lightly with his fingers, looking relaxed and at ease, as if he was talking about someone else's family.

"why?"

Not only did Mrs. Huo not answer his question, she also made other demands: "Not only can she not give birth to our Huo family's children, but she is also not allowed to be brought out to any banquets in the future."

Huo Yixiu pursed his lips, stopped tapping the table with his fingers, and looked at Huo's mother quietly, with darkness in his eyes.

Seeing his attitude, Mrs. Huo became anxious: "Do you really want her to be your Mrs. Huo for the rest of your life?"

"In two or three years, you will be the most famous young entrepreneur in South City... no, in the whole country, with a company valued at hundreds of billions. Our Huo family will be the family at the top of the pyramid."

"Ling Zhao is just a mute. How can she be your wife? How can she be the woman of our Huo family?"

"Among those famous and powerful people, there is no one whose wife is dumb, and no one whose heir has a dumb mother."

"Your father asked you to marry her because he was afraid that she would starve to death if she left the Huo family. Because of what happened back then, our Huo family feels guilty towards her. Her parents didn't want her, and we raised her. We have done our best for her. She should be content. Why does she still want to drag you down for the rest of your life?"

"Your father is willing to do so, but I am not. And I won't agree to it!" Mother Huo clenched her fists with a firm attitude.

Not only was Huo Yixiu laughed at, she was also pointed at for having a mute daughter-in-law.

In the circle of wealthy ladies, those who were of higher status than her would make fun of her without giving her any face, asking her how she communicated with her mute daughter-in-law, asking her if she could use sign language, and even asking her to perform on the spot.

Just because she has endured all these years doesn't mean she will be laughed at for the rest of her life.

Huo Yixiu silently raised his hand, poured a glass of water and handed it to his mother. Mother Huo took a look at it, picked it up and drank it.

It's cold.

Mother Huo stood on the podium to give lectures every day and was used to drinking warm water.

Huo Yixiu looked at her calmly: "Are you calmed down?"

Mrs. Huo put the teacup heavily on the table with a thud.

The water in the cup was shaken and the bubbles came out.

"I said so much, but you didn't listen to a word. Have you become a noble Mr. Huo? You turned a deaf ear to your mother's words!"

Huo Yixiu looked at the bubbles rising and bursting in the cup and said in a steady voice, "Over the years, Ling Zhao has been by my side in various occasions. In the eyes of businessmen, she is a laughing stock. In the eyes of some powerful people, because she is insignificant and useless, they don't guard against me. In the eyes of the public and government departments, because of her, I am an honest entrepreneur with feelings and integrity."

"I know—" Mrs. Huo interrupted him, "I know everything you said. That's why I didn't ask you to divorce her two years ago. But the Huo family is different now."

"It's a different time now. Yixiu, she couldn't keep up with you before, and she won't be able to keep up with you in the future. When you stand at the top, you will be standing next to a woman like that..."

Mother Huo stopped and sighed deeply. She couldn't imagine the scene of that day when she was highly praised on one side and ridiculed behind her back.