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

Ling Zhao only intended to be there for show, and now that her mission was accomplished, she felt it was time for her to leave.

Before she reached the ward door, the door opened again.

The couple who came were a middle-aged couple. They pushed Ling Zhao aside without even looking at him and rushed to the bedside in a hurry: "Wen Xin, Wen Xin, why are you sick?"

The woman spoke with a Yangcheng accent, with a crying tone, wiping tears as she spoke.

Ling Zhao managed to stand firmly and looked at the middle-aged man and woman surrounding the bed.

She had never met Fan Wenxin's parents. She didn't have the chance to meet them in her previous life, but it seemed that she saw them in advance in this life.

"Daddy and Mommy, why are you here!" When relatives came, Fan Wenxin's voice became tearful. She held her mother's hand with red eyes.

Her father said angrily, "Every time you call, you say everything is fine here. Is that what you call fine?"

As he said that, her father turned to Huo Yixiu and said angrily: "Huo Yixiu, you said before that you would take good care of my daughter. She was sick, and you didn't even tell us!"

Huo Yixiu is a junior, but he is the father of his subordinates after all. He was scolded in front of so many people, but Huo Yixiu was not angry. His face was calm: "I'm sorry, uncle and aunt, I didn't take good care of Wen Xin."

Fan Wenxin glanced at Huo Yixiu and shook her parents' hands, "Daddy and Mommy, why are you scolding Mr. Huo? It's my own body that's not doing well. Besides, if I work in another company, won't I get sick?"

"How can this be the same?" Her mother glared at her angrily, "You are not his wife, so why should you do this for him!"

Fan's mother blurted out, and the atmosphere suddenly froze.

But she didn't think she had said anything wrong. She glanced at Huo Yixiu and sat down beside the bed: "Sign up your resignation report now. When you are discharged from the hospital, you will go home with me and won't stay in South City anymore."

Huo Yixiu didn't say anything.

The atmosphere became even colder.

Several socialites were still there, looking at each other, exchanging glances for a few seconds, and then one by one found an excuse to leave.

When they reached the door, they discovered that Ling Zhao was still there. He smiled at her mockingly and filed out.

Ling Zhao was embarrassed. He didn't know whether to leave or not.

She looked at Fan Wenxin's parents, who seemed to have just noticed her at this time, and pointed at her and asked, "Who is she?"

Fan Wenxin glanced at Ling Zhao: "She is Mrs. Huo."

A simple introduction, without any embellishment like "you usually take good care of me".

Fan's mother glanced at Ling Zhao coldly: "She is the mute lady."

When Fan Wenxin was in college, her parents often visited her and knew Huo Yixiu for a long time. In their minds, Huo Yixiu was just a poor boy who was not as good as the Fan family. Half of the credit for Junhai Technology's success was due to their daughter's favor and help him start from scratch.

They were already arrogant towards Huo Yixiu, so they looked down on the woman who had stolen their son-in-law even more.

A mute, taking advantage of his proximity to Mrs. Huo, did this to her. How shameless.

Ling Zhao had no choice but to smile at them faintly and nodded as a greeting.

She walked to Huo Yixiu's side: [Secretary Fan's parents are here to take care of her. Do you want to continue talking to her about work here, or come with me?]

She said that they were talking about work, which was a way for her to give respect to Huo Yixiu, a response to Fan Wenxin's parents, and more importantly, a way for her to respect herself.

They can be arrogant, but she is not someone who can be pushed around easily.

They pushed her without even an apology.

Huo Yixiu gave them respect out of their years of friendship, but she didn't need it.

Huo Yixiu looked at her.

Ling Zhao raised his head and smiled, his eyes were gentle, with shallow dimples at the corners of his lips, he was sweet and well-behaved.

Fan's parents didn't understand what she said, so they asked Fan Wenxin, "Do you understand? What did she say?"

Fan Wenxin quietly clutched the quilt, not caring about her parents, and said, "Yixiu, my parents are here. They haven't seen you for a long time. Let's have a meal together?"

She smiled generously and naturally, and it would be unreasonable to refuse the meal.

Huo Yixiu looked at her and nodded: "Okay."

Those who agree to it are natural and magnanimous.

Seeing the pride and satisfaction in Fan Wenxin's eyes, Ling Zhao lowered his eyelashes slightly, pursed the corners of his lips and smiled faintly, making it impossible to see that she was self-deprecating.

Huo Yixiu was going to have dinner, so she had to find a way out on her own. Why did she leave alone?

She said she had made an appointment with Mrs. Xu to go and see the shop together.

In the car, Jiang Shang looked at her several times, and finally comforted her: "Secretary Fan looks strong, but sometimes if you look closely, you can feel that she was raised in a pampered family."

"Her illness is so serious that she needs surgery. Her parents are worried and distressed, and they don't want her to suffer any more. But the company is at a critical juncture, and several projects are waiting to be launched. She will be needed for a while. President Huo needs to appease Secretary Fan's parents. Don't be angry with President Huo."

[I'm not angry.] Ling Zhao always had a faint smile on her lips, not wanting others to see her miserable state.

[You are right. Huo Yixiu should appease her parents first and keep her here.]

Only by letting Fan Wenxin stay can their relationship continue. It is difficult to separate from a woman who has been with you for seven or eight years, whether in career or in love. How can I let her go back to Yangcheng?

Ling Zhao is very open-minded.

But she felt that she was about to stop smiling.

She asked Jiang Shang to stop the car, saying that Mrs. Xu didn't like being followed and would feel uncomfortable.

She got off the car and strolled along the street alone.

No longer needing to fake a smile, Ling Zhao's face was pale and weak, and his small shoulders were slumped.

Before I knew it, I arrived at Qinghe Street.

This is the business district of the ancient town, with quaint old houses and shops running a variety of businesses, most of which sell handicrafts. A row of display cabinets at the door of the shops are filled with exquisite gadgets to attract tourists.

The shop owners sit lazily inside waiting for customers to come, or the craftsmen concentrate on their work and are not busy greeting customers even when they are in the store.

Ling Zhao’s ideal shop is like that of a craftsman. If you like something, you pay for it and take it away. If you don’t like it, don’t complain and just say goodbye.

She observed a leather goods store for a while and found that such craft shops had no shortage of customers.

It should be said that Qinghe Street as a whole follows this business style, so there is no shortage of customers.

It has to be said that Huo Yixiu has a keen eye for business.

Thinking of Huo Yixiu, she was slightly distracted.

At this moment, he should be entertaining Fan Wenxin's parents in a hotel or some high-end restaurant, right?

In fact, it’s no wonder that Fan Wenxin’s parents hate her. They have already met each other’s parents, and they were just about to take the final step, but she snatched it away. How could they not be angry!

I don’t know how Huo Yixiu can promise to take good care of Fan Wenxin’s parents so that they can calm down.

……

Fan Wenxin likes Yunnan cuisine, but her parents like Huaiyang cuisine. The family argued for a while, and finally Fan Wenxin looked at Huo Yixiu: "Yixiu, please have dinner, what do you want to eat?"

Huo Yixiu didn't respond, thinking about something. Fan Wenxin called him a second time, and he came to his senses and said, "You haven't eaten hometown food for a long time, why don't you go to Huaiyang Restaurant this time."

Fan Wenxin pursed her lips and said, "You like my dad, right? My dad is a big fan of Huaiyang cuisine, and you and my mom just follow his lead."

Father Fan's face looked better now. He glanced at Huo Yixiu and said meaningfully, "Don't think I will forgive you if you please me."