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

"...The Huo family is in this position. There should be someone around you who can help you better."

"Starting from next week's banquet, she won't have to show up again. Get rid of the 'Ling' element and let people gradually forget about this Mrs. Huo. In a few years, you can quietly divorce her, give her some money, and settle her down. The Huo family can continue to take care of her, and it won't be against your father's wishes."

Mrs. Huo had not intended to say it so clearly, so harshly, and so coldly.

But seeing that Huo Yixiu was preparing for the baby, she had to speak more harshly to make him sober up.

He agreed to get married reluctantly.

You can't put yourself in the position of a "dumb husband" and get stuck in it just because a few years have passed.

"You are calm and decisive in everything you do, otherwise the Huo family wouldn't have risen so quickly. It's just that you are in this position, and acting is a habit. You can't do anything cold and cold for the time being. You are afraid of being scolded, afraid of being resented by her, and worried about Mayor Li's attitude towards you."

"It doesn't matter. I can be the bad guy."

Mother Huo made a decision, clenched her fingers into fists, and her eyes were firm and cold.

It was as if that was not the little girl who had lived with her for many years, but just a little beggar she gave alms to.

Once you have fully utilized it, it's time to exit.

……

Outside the study door.

The door closed silently.

Ling Zhao didn't hear it clearly, nor did he hear it all.

She went back to the bedroom barefoot, as if she hadn't heard anything.

……

On the day of the banquet, Ling Zhao's injury had not healed.

The blister deflated, leaving only a thin layer of skin attached to the flesh, which was then covered with burn ointment and became red and swollen.

Ling Zhao put his legs on the side of the sofa to dry, holding half a watermelon and watching TV.

No plans to go out.

Mother Huo went to the beauty salon early for a beauty treatment, and Fan Wenxin accompanied her.

Next, they will go to famous stylists to dress up beautifully, and then go directly to the party.

Huo Yixiu went to the company again.

He always puts Junhai Technology first. That is his own son and he will never let his guard down.

Seeing her acting so badly, her cousin frowned and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

At this moment, Ling Zhao didn't look like a dignified rich lady at all.

The WeChat notification sound rang, and my cousin took out her phone and looked at it, her eyes widened.

She handed the phone to Ling Zhao: "Madam, look, is this the school that Madam Huo belongs to?"

Ling Zhao stared at the live broadcast on TV. The mayor was inspecting key enterprises in the city and making an important speech.

"What's going on? Did Tianheng High School announce the list of students recommended for admission to Peking University and Tsinghua University?"

Every year around this time, the number of applicants is announced. Huo's mother received a promotion letter to the position of academic director, and more parents came to her for help. She was often seen talking on the phone in the yard.

My cousin shook her head, her voice a little anxious: "No, look quickly."

This was the first time my cousin had experienced this kind of thing. She was so anxious that she couldn't speak clearly. Ling Zhao took her phone and was also stunned when he saw it.

It’s not about Tianheng High School’s admission list.

However, it was a student from a middle school in Chongxin District who boasted that he had been admitted to Tianheng Middle School.

"…The student said that since there were people like him at Tianheng Middle School, he would definitely be able to attend. He disrupted the class and responded to the teacher's criticism in the above manner."

The blogger released a portion of the video clip, with the arrow pointing directly at the person who is capable of running Tianheng Middle School, and that person is the newly appointed director of teaching.

It is the college entrance examination season, and once this kind of post is published, it will quickly attract attention, become popular, and form public opinion.

Today, Teacher Du was representing the Huo family in charity at the banquet...

Ling Zhao lowered his brows and bit the watermelon in his mouth until his mouth was full of juice.

Suddenly there was the sound of leather shoes tapping on the floor.

When Ling Zhao came back to his senses, he saw Mrs. Huo coming in angrily. The bag that had fallen jumped up, and the metal parts broke, almost hitting Ling Zhao's face.

She was so angry that she yelled, "Is that student sick? How could he say such nonsense? When did I ever say such a thing?"

Fan Wenxin followed behind her, also looking anxious.

She was holding her phone and calling someone. It seemed that she wanted to withdraw the trending search and suppress the public opinion first.

Ling Zhao watched from the side and put a piece of watermelon in his mouth.

After a while, there were no related comments on the hot search list.

Fan Wenxin comforted Huo's mother: "The trending search has been removed. It's okay, Auntie. The child just said nonsense. As long as the school distances itself from the matter and says that it never happened..."

She was halfway through her words when Huo's mother's phone rang.

Mrs. Huo saw that it was the principal calling, so she had no choice but to answer the call.

She is now going to the school to put out the fire.

"You should go with Yixiu to the banquet. Don't show off at today's banquet, and don't take the golden mask out..." She gave instructions as they walked.

Ling Zhao looked at the noisy situation and felt like a spectator.

She is Mrs. Huo, but no one even looks at her and her presence is zero.

Fan Wenxin sent Mrs. Huo to the car and returned to the house. She was stunned when she saw Ling Zhao holding half a watermelon, and then ignored her again.

She picked up the phone and contacted Huo Yixiu.

Ling Zhao sneered and continued to watch the news about Mayor Li's inspection of important enterprises.

After a while, Jiang Shang came.

They brought two stylists with them, and when they saw Ling Zhao sitting and eating watermelon, they were stunned and looked at each other.

As if to say, do you want to put makeup on this person?

Jiang Shang urged: "What are you still standing there for? Put makeup on her!"

He put on a bitter smile beside Ling Zhao: "Madam, why are you not prepared at all? Didn't Mr. Huo ask you to go to the banquet?"

He took half of her watermelon and instructed the makeup artist: "My wife has a good foundation, don't put heavy makeup on her, just keep it simple."

In fact, it’s all about speed, be quick!

After Fan Wenxin finished the call, she turned around and saw so many people in the room. Jiang Shang was holding half a melon in one hand and directing the styling team to work with the other hand. They were busy as hell.

Fan Wenxin grabbed the phone and pulled Jiang Shang over: "What's wrong with you? Don't you know that your wife is not going to the banquet?"

Jiang Shang steadied the watermelon that almost fell: "Boss Huo arranged this, didn't you know?"

"..."

Fan Wenxin was asked.

Huo Yixiu had decided from the beginning to let Ling Zhao go to the banquet, and she didn't have to accompany him. It was Huo's mother who insisted on her going and even scalded Ling Zhao, so that she couldn't go no matter what.

I didn’t expect the reversal to happen that day!

Fan Wenxin lowered her voice and said, "Such a big thing has happened. If someone asks Madam about the incident on the hot search at the banquet, how will she answer?"

"She doesn't have to answer." Huo Yixiu's steady and calm voice sounded at the door.

He just came back and glanced towards Ling Zhao's position.

The hairstylist is doing her hair, the makeup artist is applying makeup to her face, and the wardrobe designer is choosing clothes for her based on her figure and temperament.

But Ling Zhao himself had his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

"…She doesn't have to say anything. Those people know she can't speak, so they will just ask me."

The man turned his calm eyes back and looked at Fan Wenxin: "But you——"

His eyes suddenly became sharp and cold: "I heard that you promised Mrs. He this at the poker table?"

Fan Wenxin's face turned pale, and her pupils trembled: "I...I didn't. What I told Auntie at that time was..."

Huo Yixiu didn't stop to listen to her and walked upstairs.

He also had to get ready for the party, and he unbuttoned his clothes as he walked.