The Substitute

Chapter 2

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Sure enough, Zhuo Yang didn't hear my self-pity, or if he did, he really ignored it.

r(st)q, who knows.

In the morning, his secretary Li Si came to pick him up to attend a business event. Li Si was dressed very charmingly and stood next to Zhuo Yang. The two of them were a perfect match.

I couldn't help but sigh, maybe this is why Zhuoyang never takes me with him -

Because it's not presentable.

What should I do? The desire for divorce became stronger and stronger.

But I still held back.

What would I do if I left Zhuoyang? Would I become an abandoned woman? I had no doubt that if I really asked for a divorce, Zhuoyang would happily agree and reduce my alimony to the lowest possible amount.

So in a word, when I didn’t find a job, or at least didn’t find one that could support myself, and when I left in glory, I had to stay calm and composed.

But I didn’t know that my calmness and composure would disappear so quickly.

The reason was that Ding Chunchun came when I was pruning the lush evergreen at the door of my villa.

In fact, Ding Chunchun’s real name is not Ding Chunchun. This is just an alias I gave her out of revenge. Her original name was Ding Chunchun. Later, after she became a famous host here, she finally had an epiphany and thought the name was too stupid, so she changed it to Ding Yichun.

However, the change of name, including the change of appearance, cannot change the essence of Ding Chunchun.

"Hey, Miss An, are you trimming the branches?"

Well, she said something nonsense, but I was too lonely. Finally, a neighbor came. Even though this neighbor was not friendly, I still smiled and nodded, "Yes... But please call me Mrs. Zhuo..."

I have stressed this countless times, but—

"Ms. An, I really envy you... You don't have to go to work every day, you can just sit at home and count money... Life is so happy... We can't do that, we have to work hard every day to get what we have now... Oh, life is so helpless, look at me, young body, but an old heart... I really envy Miss An for this..."

What do you envy me for? A so-called young heart beneath an old body

After all, it was the host who spoke, and his mouth was so eloquent that it was disgusting.

I still smiled, nodding and smiling honestly, "No, no, no... It's all Zhuoyang's fault... I think it's best for a woman to stay at home and be the woman behind a successful man..."

"Really?" Ding Chunchun also laughed, "Miss An, how can you be sure that there is only one woman behind that successful man?"

Very good, challenge me...

I was silent and pretended to be in deep thought. Finally, in the face of Ding Chunchun's smile, I said ignorantly, "Oh, come to think of it... Don't you have you behind our Director Cheng?"

A shot that hit the bull's eye.

I touched Ding Chunchun's pain point. I envied her for being young, beautiful, charming, able to seduce men, and having a good career, while she envied me for being old, ugly, and useless but still being Zhuoyang's wife.

I am inferior to her in every way. Perhaps the only thing that makes me better than her is that I am the principal wife, although it may be only in name.

No matter how beautiful she is, she is nothing but a vixen and mistress despised by this society!

Ding Chunchun is the mistress of TV station director Cheng. Director Cheng comes to the mountain one or two days a week to visit the delicate little fox he has hidden.

The two of them would occasionally come to my house to play, but every time I saw them being so affectionate, I would think of Mrs. Cheng at the foot of the mountain, who had an old face and gloomy brows but was pretending to be happy.

It seems that that woman is my future.

I felt sorry for her and for myself.

I seemed to have won over the little fox Ding Chunchun. She left angrily, shaking her fluffy tail.

But before leaving, he still set a trap for me.

"An Yue, why are you so proud? I'm waiting for Hu Ling to drag you down from the position of Mrs. Zhuo..."

Ding Chunchun drove away in a whirlwind car. I took the scissors and cut them. Oops, no, I cut it badly...

Forget it, I'm still not suited to being a hard-working gardener, so I'll just lie down on the bed.

The person who shared the same thoughts as me was Mrs. Chen, an old lady hired by Zhuoyang to take care of me. She was usually not good at speaking, just like me, but maybe she was too lonely, so she would talk to me occasionally.

I knew she really cared about me, so when she came to call me upstairs to rest, I nodded and obeyed her.

In the afternoon, Mrs. Chen came to me to ask for leave, saying that her grandson had returned and she wanted to go back to accompany her.

Of course I nodded. Mrs. Chen's grandson is a good guy, chubby and strong. Every time he sees me, he calls me sister.

Well, a nice kid, and he even calls me sister...

So I agreed.

But, lying in bed, I couldn’t sleep.

I thought I didn’t mind Ding Chunchun’s last words so much, but now thinking about it, maybe it was because of the influence of Li Chen last night, I still feel a little unhappy.

I understand Ding Chunchun's little thoughts. With the help of Director Cheng, she was the number one star in the TV station. But she didn't expect that Hu Ling would suddenly appear halfway.

It is said that this girl has excellent grades, is kind to others, and is a rare talent in the TV station. Moreover, she has a backer.

I once saw her on TV out of boredom. At that time, I didn't know she was Hu Ling. But the moment my eyes swept across her on the TV, I was suddenly stunned.

Hu Ling has a round face, which is different from the cone-shaped faces nowadays. She has round face, bright eyes and a red and tender mouth. Logically, such a girl is more suitable to be a teacher than a TV host, but she chose to be a host.

Maybe it was God's will. I saw her appearance like this, and naturally, Zhuo Yang would see it too.

So, when Hu Ling appeared on TV more and more frequently, and Ding Chunchun also mentioned this person to me openly and secretly, I thought that the thing I was most worried about had happened.

Ding Chunchun said Hu Ling looked a bit like me. Actually, I thought so at first. But later I thought that Hu Ling didn't look like me.

She is more like my sister—Anran.

An Ran, I haven't mentioned this name for many years. It was like the dust in my memory. I thought it had been blown away by the wind. But I didn't expect that a Hu Ling would stir up the deepest secrets in my heart.

safely-

my sister.

If she hadn't died, maybe I should call Zhuo Yang brother-in-law now.

I don't know when, I fell asleep.

I don't know when, I was awakened by the sound of rain outside the window. I opened my eyes, it was dark outside the window, and the dim light of the street lamp shone in through the window.

I touched my stomach and I didn’t know what time it was, but I was very hungry.

Snap—

Just as I was considering whether to continue staying in bed and starving, the bedroom light switched on.

Zhuo Yang stood in front of me with a gloomy face. Maybe he got caught in the rain when he got off the car, so the hair in front of him was a little wet and stuck to his full forehead.

This kind of Zhuo Yang is less cold and more gentle.

I smiled and stood up and came over. "Don't you have an umbrella? Look at you, your hair is wet... Wait a minute, I'll get you a towel..."

Zhuoyang sat obediently on the bed. I knelt behind him and wiped his hair bit by bit.

His hair was very short and not actually very wet, and the towel was incredibly absorbent, so his hair was dry in a short while.

I felt very sorry, touching Zhuoyang's soft hair, and couldn't bear to let go.

Zhuo Yang didn't move either. I glanced at him quietly and found that he had his eyes closed and seemed to be asleep.

I sighed in my heart. He obviously has a lot of money, but he still works so hard. I wonder what he is trying to do

I played with the soft hair and said to myself: "You, do you have to be so tired..."

I thought Zhuo Yang fell asleep, but after I said this, he actually responded.

"Have you eaten yet?"

I wanted to lie. I just had a miscarriage. If Zhuoyang knew that Mrs. Chen didn't take good care of me, he would definitely fire her.

"I..." I've eaten, but before I could utter those three words, my stomach was already growling uncontrollably.

Sure enough, I saw Zhuo Yang frowning. After living with him for seven years, I knew that this was a sign of his anger.

I immediately acted meekly, "I... I want to cook it myself today... I want to wait for you to come back and eat together..."

I was lying, and it was very blunt.

But Zhuo Yang's expression seemed to ease. He got up, took the towel from my hand, and walked out.

“I want to eat dumplings.”

"… "

Watching the person steadily leaving the bedroom, I wanted to roar in my heart! It's the middle of the night, and you asked a person with poor health to find dumplings for you!

I stood still.

At this time Zhuo Yang came in again and threw me a bag.

I opened it and screamed.

"Ah... I eat my favorite snacks..."

Half an hour later, I was busy in the kitchen with an apron on, biting into those cute little snacks.

Zhuoyang was sitting on the sofa in the living room watching TV.

When I brought the dumplings over, he had just changed the table.

In this way, I actually felt like there was something fishy going on here, even though I saw the scene clearly, which flashed by.

That show was Hu Ling's show.

"Let's eat dumplings." I didn't say anything else. I just ate a small snack and looked at Zhuo Yang with a half-smile. "Hey, that station was pretty good. What do you want to change?"

"That's the news station." Zhuo Yang picked up a dumpling and said coldly.

He knew that I hated watching the news, except for entertainment gossip. But this was also something we rarely had in common. Zhuo Yang also said that local news was just farting seriously, so why did he stare at them farting for half an hour

I should have been patient, but at this moment, I realized I wasn't.

"You don't like watching the news either, so what are you watching?"