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

She just said a few more words.

She didn't expect things to turn out the way they are today.

Perhaps this was a blessing in disguise. Instead of breaking up with her, Huo Yixiu returned to his previous state.

Let her know that she also matters in his heart.

Her efforts over the years have paid off...

Fan Wenxin pursed her lips and smiled, no longer anxious.

Seeing her infatuated look, Qiao Jingze shook his head and said, "I also advise you to marry a man who likes you."

Fan Wenxin threw a pillow over and her cell phone rang.

Qiao Jingze caught the pillow and watched her answer the phone with a smile.

After answering the phone, Fan Wenxin sneered, drank the rest of the wine, and put out the cigarette.

Seeing her leaving, Qiao Jingze said, "You're leaving right after arriving. Who asked you out?"

Fan Wenxin grabbed her phone and stood up: "Meet the handsome guy."

She waved and left.

Next point, Mrs. Min’s card game.

The same noble ladies were still present at the card game this time, except that Mrs. Huo and Mrs. He were missing.

Fan Wenxin smiled, still as enthusiastic as ever, and greeted everyone at the appointed time. Mrs. Min grabbed the cards and glanced at her: "I thought you wouldn't come at this time."

Fan Wenxin smiled gently and generously: "Why not come? It's not past midnight yet."

Mrs. Min ignored her jokes and stared at her: "Junhai Technology has become like this, don't you blame me?"

"What does it have to do with Mrs. Min?" Fan Wenxin walked to the side of a noble lady, who stood up and gave her seat, using the excuse of going to the bathroom.

Fan Wenxin took over her cards, her hands and eyes were on the cards, and her mind was on Mrs. Min.

She knew that Mrs. Min called her over at this time because she wanted to find out Huo Yixiu's reaction from her.

In fact, everyone present knew that Mrs. Min was the root of this corruption scandal, but because of her husband's background and the connections the Min family had, Mother Huo had to take the blame.

Over the years, she made a lot of money from Mrs. He and countless other men and women who had the same needs as Mrs. He.

That's how it's done.

She accepted the benefit.

If nothing goes wrong, the people she arranges to handle the matter will have the opportunity to be promoted, and they will be on the same boat with the Min family. If something goes wrong, these people will be pushed out.

The Min family has nothing to do with anything.

What Fan Wenxin didn't understand was why Mrs. Min chose Huo's mother to be the person in charge. Wasn't she worried about Huo Yixiu's reaction?

If Huo Yixiu was still the same as before, just an unknown little person, then it would not matter how he was controlled.

But he is rich and powerful now. If the director of the Education Bureau wants the Huo family to take such a big blame and destroy the Huo family's image, he will not give them face.

Mrs. Min threw out a 80,000 note and sneered, "But some people don't think so."

Fan Wenxin looked at her cards and refused. Mrs. Min looked at her and said slowly, "Guess who I met when I went out to eat today?"

Fan Wenxin acted as a supporting actor: "Who did you meet?"

Mrs. Min sneered: "Ling Zhao." She paused, "He is drinking tea with Mrs. Xu."

Fan Wenxin's eyes turned slightly, and she smiled and said, "Mrs. Xu has a bad temper. If the two of them drink tea together, they will probably be wronged again."

"You are such a naive secretary. As Huo Yixiu's secretary, you also have to take care of Mrs. Huo. So, have you signed a contract to sell yourself to the Huo family?"

"Not really. Mr. Huo has paid a lot of money, so I am a little worried." Fan Wenxin knew that Mrs. Min wanted to make a straight, so she fed her a card.

Mrs. Min held the cards, but her expression did not look much better. She continued in a sarcastic tone, "Since you care about her, I will talk to you about it."

"Mrs. Min, your tone is really irritating to me. I'm just a secretary..."

Mrs. Min frowned and said, "Ling Zhao suspects that I accepted the bribe. What's the matter? Huo Yixiu thinks so too?"

Mrs. Min has been an official for a long time and has a strong aura. She glanced at him coldly, and Fan Wenxin's smile froze slightly: "Boss Huo only said that he believed the report of the investigation team."

Mrs. Min suddenly lost her temper and pushed the cards down.

She sneered, "Investigate, investigate. Finding out more will only make Teacher Du's situation more embarrassing."

She glared at Fan Wenxin and said, "Guess what? Teacher Du has been a teacher for more than 20 years, why hasn't she been promoted yet?"

……

Huo Yixiu hasn't returned to Ziqing Garden for a few days.

Ling Zhao never received a single message.

But Huo Yixiu didn't seem to let her have an easy time. Every time she wanted to go out, Aunt Zhang would stop her, saying that the Huo family was in troubled times and asked her to go out less and not be targeted by others.

Ling Zhao had nowhere to go, and he didn't give in to Huo Yixiu.

She asked Aunt Zhang to clean the attic.

The attic was originally a place to store out-of-season clothes, and it was also Ling Zhao's self-proclaimed studio before his rebirth.

There was a sewing machine and several batches of cloth in the open space.

They always said that she was a loser who could do nothing except eating.

After being PUAed for so long, Ling Zhao began to feel that he was really a loser. He had not contributed anything to the family and had made the Huo family a laughing stock.

She hoped she could be useful.

Sewing buttons on Huo Yixiu's shirt would make her happy for a long time, and she felt that she could finally help him.

She also developed a small ambition to become a menswear designer.

She only designed and made clothes for Huo Yixiu, and imagined that one day Huo Yixiu would wear the clothes she designed to attend a banquet.

She bought a lot of design books and hid in the attic to study and work quietly.

When the first shirt was made, she felt that it would amaze Huo Yixiu.

But he just glanced.

He said the food she cooked was awful, but he ate it because no one else knew about it. But it would be a sin to wear such ugly clothes and make them look ugly to other people.

Ling Zhao looked at the shirt more carefully. It was not cut neatly and looked like something from a street stall.

She continued to make one piece after another, and her work became better and better. There were dozens of ready-made garments hanging in her closet.

Huo Yixiu never looked at it again.

She was obsessed with making something he would like and be willing to wear.

When she was pregnant, she was still making clothes for him, but he just told her lightly to take care of the pregnancy and not to let the baby in her belly suffer.

Later, Ling Zhao found out that it was Fan Wenxin who helped Huo Yixiu choose his clothes.

He wouldn't wear clothes she chose, let alone clothes she made.

After his rebirth, Ling Zhao never set foot in the attic again.

This place seemed to be a forbidden place sealed by her, recording her past stupidity and naivety.

But she stepped in again.

The attic was full of dust, the sewing machine was covered with a thick layer of dust, and the batches of cloth were also dusty.

Seeing how dirty it was, Aunt Zhang grabbed the rag and frowned, "Madam, this place hasn't been cleaned for a long time. It's too dirty. I can't clean it all by myself."

Ling Zhao turned his phone over to show her: Xiao Zhao is making dinner, do you want me to clean up?

There are only so many jobs to do in the villa, and Ling Zhao is the only "idle person" supported by the Huo family. Zhang Ma is Fan Wenxin's person, but she is paid by the Huo family. Fan Wenxin has not come to the Huo family these days, so Zhang Ma can't find a backer.

She was also afraid that the mute lady would fire her and replace her with someone else.

Aunt Zhang pursed her lips and wiped it reluctantly with a wet rag.

The dusty sewing machine gradually reveals its original appearance.

Ling Zhao pursed his lips tightly and remained silent for a long time. After a while, the corners of his lips slowly curled up.