For no apparent reason, a label of unlucky star was put on her head. Zhao Zitong really hates these gossip magazines.
Standing on the balcony of the Central apartment, looking at the hustle and bustle of traffic below, I felt a wave of sadness.
There was no light in the room, but Zhao Zitong heard the sound of the key turning in the door. These past few days, she had hoped to see a familiar figure as soon as she opened the door.
She even held on to a glimmer of hope, thinking that as long as the body was not brought back, she would never believe that Zhuo Zhenfeng was dead.
But the person who came in was not Zhuo Zhenfeng, but Zhuo Zhenfeng's mother, Ms. Wang Wenhui.
Unexpectedly, Ms. Wang was dressed very elegantly and appropriately, wearing a clean and tidy silk cheongsam and her hair was combed up high, neat and tidy.
The jade earrings on her ears are of excellent quality and color, and are obviously worth a fortune.
Her makeup was delicate, and she didn't look like a woman who had suffered the double blow of losing her son and being betrayed by her husband.
Wang Wenhui turned on the light and glanced at Zhao Zitong standing on the balcony. She came out wearing a shirt dress that looked like pajamas, and her hair was messy. It was obvious that she hadn't washed it for several days. Her face looked so haggard that it was disgusting.
"Why are you acting like your husband is dead? Come with me and put on your makeup, wash your hair, and change your clothes."
Wang Wenhui held her hand, not letting her speak, and took her to a shopping mall in Central, where she bought her an expensive red dress.
The cut was elegant and appropriate, the colors were bright but not tacky, and she asked a makeup artist to do her hair and delicate makeup.
"Ms. Wang, it's already evening. Are you trying to take me somewhere by dressing me up like this?" Zhao Zitong looked at herself in the mirror and felt a little unrecognizable.
"I'll take you to the Zhuo Group's cocktail party. The woman who will be attending Zhuo Liqun's party today was once my best friend, a good friend for eighteen years."
Wang Wenhui was very satisfied with her look today. She took out an exquisite gift box from her purse and opened it. It turned out to be a set of precious sapphire necklace and earrings.
"Ms. Wang, this is too expensive, isn't it? I..."
Zhao Zitong felt that Wang Wenhui was not normal today.
When Zhuo Zhenfeng was around, she wasn't that nice to me. Every time they met, she was indifferent and just kept up appearances. Sometimes she didn't even want to say a word to me.
"I just want to ask you one question: Are you willing to wait with me for Zhenfeng to come back?"
Wang Wenhui looked at her and said in a self-deprecating tone: "I am not very good at judging people. I was blind when choosing my husband and friends, but I hope I can be more accurate this time."
In an instant, Zhao Zitong understood Wang Wenhui's determination. She was silent for a while and nodded heavily at Wang Wenhui.
By the way, I told her a piece of news: "Ms. Wang, I... I'm pregnant."
Wang Wenhui's eyes lit up immediately, and she grabbed her hand excitedly, and asked in a trembling voice, "Really?"
Zhao Zitong's hand was a little painful from being grabbed by her, but at this moment, she felt that Wang Wenhui was really alive, and all her previous performances were just her pretending.
"Child, will you stay?" Wang Wenhui's eyes burned with fire: "As long as you keep the child, I will give you any amount of money."
"Ms. Wang, child, I will stay, not for the money, but because I want to wait for Zhenfeng to come back with the child."
Zhao Zitong's tone was extremely firm, as if there was only one purpose for his rebirth in this life: to wait.
Wang Wenhui relaxed, looked at the 10cm high heels on her feet, and said to her assistant: "Go buy me a pair of size 36 flat-heeled shoes."
Zhao Zitong did not refute. At this moment, the two women seemed to have a tacit understanding, a tacit understanding of sharing the same hatred and fighting side by side.
The cocktail party held by the wealthy family was as grand and elegant as ever, as if everyone had forgotten that the life and death of the eldest son and daughter of the Zhuo family was uncertain.
All the dignitaries in Hong Kong are welcoming the new Master Zhuo and Second Master Zhuo, as well as Mrs. Zhuo, Tang Xiaoran, who will soon become their permanent wife.
Tang Xiaoran has been a good friend of Wang Wenhui for many years. The two were classmates in college and later met in the workplace and became close friends.
The relationship that lasted for more than 20 years was destroyed at this moment.
She never doubted her best friend because she had been living abroad, but the phone calls and emails never stopped.
The funniest thing is that Tang Xiaoran has a foreign husband, and at this moment, she realized that even Tang Xiaoran’s foreign husband was arranged by her husband.
That's ridiculous.
The moment she learned the truth, she didn't feel angry at all, she just felt ridiculous and pathetic.
It's time for divorce, isn't it
When your husband is having an affair with your son's girlfriend's mother, you should choose to divorce, right
If she still had any resentment towards Zhuo Liqun at this moment, it was definitely not because she resented him for betraying her, but because she resented him for not being picky about food.
Why
Since Zhuo Liqun had completely strangled the husband she once loved, why did she drag her good friend to be buried with him
Since her youthful love had already been ruined, why should her friendship of more than twenty years that she had cherished be taken away as well
When Wang Wenhui brought Zhao Zitong to the cocktail party, everyone was stunned. Is it really appropriate for the original wife to appear in this occasion
"Why are you here?" Zhuo Liqun looked at her and felt that she was a stranger.
"Why can't I come? Don't forget that I am still your legal wife. Every penny you spend now has half of mine."
Wang Wenhui pointed at the magnificent hotel lobby, pointed at all the guests, took the microphone from the MC, pointed at Tang Xiaoran, who looked as pale as death, and said:
"Tang Xiaoran, since you want to be Mrs. Zhuo, I will help you do that."
Then he threw a document to Zhuo Liqun and said, "I have prepared the divorce agreement. I have also given all the details and property division to my lawyer."
"If we divorce, I will take my share, and of course my son's share."
Tang Xiaoran's face looked very bad. Her eldest son could no longer hold back his anger and asked, "Isn't your son dead?"
Wang Wenhui stepped forward and slapped him in the face: "The son of a bitch is so ignorant of the seriousness of the matter. Do you think it's your turn to interrupt the elders when they are talking?"
"Which of your dog eyes saw my son die? Did you see his body with your own eyes?"
Tang Xiaoran was so angry when she saw her son being beaten that she stepped forward to protect her eldest son: "Wenhui, if you are angry with me and hate me, just hit me, don't take your anger out on my son."
Wang Wenhui poured a glass of red wine directly on her face: "I hit you, I'm afraid of dirtying my hands, this glass of wine is for you, I hope you get hit by a car and die soon."