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

"What are you saying..." The socialite in Chanel glanced at Ling Zhao with disdain, "You have made great contributions to Mr. Huo's company, and you are now in the hospital. Isn't it natural for her to come and see you?"

Another socialite continued, "Yes, it's been several days since you had the surgery. Mrs. Huo comes to take care of you every day after work, but Mrs. Huo is nowhere to be seen. She is so arrogant."

Although Huo's mother said she was going to resign from her teaching position at Tianheng High School, she was still teaching the senior class, so she had to wait until after the college entrance examination to leave. She said Fan Wenxin's parents were in Yangcheng, and she felt sorry for her because no one was taking care of her, so she wanted to give Fan Wenxin the same care as her family.

When Ling Zhao heard Mother Huo's emotional words at the dinner table, he thought of himself in his previous life.

When she was a child, she was sick with a fever and was alone in the hospital receiving an IV drip.

Huo Yixiu is boarding in high school. Both Huo's father and mother have to earn money to support the family. They say that Huo Yishan is still young and needs to be kept by their side and taken care of. They also want Ling Zhao to be sensible and understand the difficulties faced by adults.

He didn't realize how inconvenient it was for Ling Zhao, a mute, to be in the hospital.

She was thirsty and hungry, so she wanted to ask the person in the next bed for help, but the person in the next bed didn't understand what she was saying.

She went to the bathroom, holding the needle in one hand and the IV bag in the other. She accidentally dropped the needle, and the nurse complained that the hospital was so busy and asked not to trouble her.

Not to mention, when Ling Zhao gave birth, Huo Yixiu was signing a contract at the company. Huo's mother asked her not to disturb him and not to distract him. She herself said that the students at school couldn't leave her, so she signed the consent form for the surgery and left in a hurry.

At that time, Ling Zhao only had himself and his newly born daughter.

Now, Fan Wenxin is in the hospital, and Zhang Ma is her personal nanny. Huo's mother comes to accompany her every night, and Huo Yixiu also visits her from time to time.

Fan Wenxin has friends, colleagues, elders, and men with whom she has ambiguous relationships...being surrounded by warmth is something Ling Zhao had never dared to imagine.

Yet there are still people who think that her treatment is not enough.

Ling Zhao suppressed his grief, put on a proper smile, placed the flower basket on the bedside table, then looked back at Jiang Shang, motioning him to give the gift box to Fan Wenxin.

[You have worked hard. Take good care of yourself. Your health is the foundation of all revolutions.]

Others couldn't understand what she was gesturing. The Chanel celebrity looked disgusted and asked, covering her nose, "Wen Xin, what is she talking about?"

Fan Wenxin understood Ling Zhao's sign language, but she only said to the socialite translator: "Mrs. Huo asked me to take good care of myself." Then, she turned to Ling Zhao and said, "Thank you for your concern, madam. I will definitely take good care of myself so that I can better serve Mr. Huo in the future."

"You're still thanking her? Oh my god." A socialite rolled her eyes exaggeratedly, "You worked hard for the Huo family, and she benefited from your hard work. She's healthy. Look at how good she looks. Look at you, you almost became a cancer patient!"

"In my opinion, she took care of you personally. This is what we call sincere gratitude." The socialite picked up the flower basket, looked at it sarcastically, and threw it on the ground.

The flowers in the basket were crushed.

The scene was ugly, they were doing it on purpose to vent Fan Wenxin's anger.

"Let me see what other gifts you gave me." Another woman wearing Dior picked up the gift box without hesitation and unwrapped it in a few seconds.

After a while, an Hermès bag appeared before my eyes.

Several people's eyes lit up.

"This must be limited edition...it seems like it hasn't been released on the market yet." The Chanel socialite stared at the bag in a daze.

Those who are familiar with luxury goods know that the things available on the market are just expensive. What truly reflects one’s status is “limited edition”, things that have never appeared on the market.

She looked at Ling Zhao suspiciously.

This is a dumb lady, and the salesgirl at Hermes licks her?

Fan Wenxin pursed her lips and smiled. She glanced at Ling Zhao, stretched out her hand to the Dio sisters, and said coquettishly, "Give it to me. Please don't break the things that Mrs. Huo gave me."

It sounds like it's to give Ling Zhao face, but actually both of them understand it in their hearts.

Fan Wenxin understood that Ling Zhao had no such honor, and that the first-hand good things he got must have been prepared by Huo Yixiu for her. Huo Yixiu was using Ling Zhao to give her the gift.

So she not only accepted it, but was also very happy. She didn't care that Huo Yixiu actually gave Ling Zhao such respect.

Ling Zhao also understood that Huo Yixiu was just using her to give a gift to Fan Wenxin.

It's such a valuable gift.

A limited edition bag must cost millions, right?

Not to mention, the gift given in his own name will only be more valuable.

Then compared with the money given to her to open the store, the little money for opening the store is nothing at all.

Ling Zhao could only blame himself for being too clear-headed and too unwilling to accept it.

What hurts her is not the money, but the sincerity she has given over the years.

It hurts... Is she so cheap in their eyes?

When Huo Yixiu gave her a set of jewelry, her reaction was: Ah, he personally chose the gift and gave it to her to wear personally.

No matter how calm your heart is, it is inevitable that ripples of sadness will arise after such a sharp contrast.

The funny thing is that even though she clearly understood everything, she still had to accept the respect given to her by Huo Yixiu in front of these people and said to Fan Wenxin: "As long as you like it."

She lowered her eyes and looked at the scattered flower baskets on the ground.

Jiang Shang picked up the flower basket, glanced at the lady, walked silently to the bedside table, and put the flower basket back on it.

He said, "I will tell Mr. Huo that my wife has sent out the flower basket."

The socialite was embarrassed and annoyed, and she knocked the flower basket to the ground again: "Secretary Jiang, you are a lackey of Mrs. Huo, and now you are going to complain to Mr. Huo? Do you think I am afraid?"

"Oh, go ahead and sue me." The socialite pushed Jiang Shang and sneered, "Tell Mr. Huo what we said, and let him speak for himself..."

"What did you say?" Huo Yixiu came in and saw the flower basket on the ground: "Who knocked it over?"

When the socialite saw Huo Yixiu, her face changed and she forced a smile: "Boss Huo, are you here to visit Wen Xin again? It shows that Wen Xin is really your right-hand man. She can't be missing for a day."

Then he turned around and looked at Fan Wenxin: "You must get well soon, and don't let Mr. Huo down for visiting you every two or three days."

Fan Wenxin held the Hermès bag in her hand. Although her face was haggard, her smile was sweet: "Bags can cure all diseases. I received the kindness of Mrs. Huo."

Ling Zhao felt like vomiting just watching this.

Huo Yixiu asked again: "Who knocked over the flower basket?"

At a glance, I saw a socialite squatting on the ground, picking up a flower basket.

There was nothing in his eyes except coldness, but it made people feel intimidated and scared.

The socialite was holding the broken flower basket, almost unable to hold back her laughter. She swallowed her saliva and said awkwardly, "I accidentally knocked it over."

Huo Yixiu said calmly: "It's hard to accidentally knock over such a big flower basket."

The socialite looked at Fan Wenxin for help. Fan Wenxin took a deep breath and said, "Boss Huo, you scared Miss Han. She didn't mean to do that. She picked them up. Don't scare my friends away."

Is this the tone a secretary uses to talk to her boss?

Is it the girlfriend acting coquettishly towards the boyfriend?

Ling Zhao raised his hand and pinched his ear, smiling faintly.

Huo Yixiu glanced over, raised his hand to hook her hair behind her ears, and said to Fan Wenxin: "The flower basket is for you. If you say it's okay, then it's okay."

He stood beside Ling Zhao with a serious look on his face, pretending not to pursue the matter.

Perhaps only Ling Zhao could see clearly that Huo Yixiu was pampering Fan Wenxin.

Or maybe Fan Wenxin also understood his thoughtfulness and affection, and her smile became even sweeter: "Thank you, Mr. Huo."