My Wife Got Better. My Life Got Worse. - Chapter 3

Damn Wang. Charging in like that—he’d frightened my wife.

I was about to tell him to get lost when he leaned closer. He stole a quick, shifty glance at her and lowered his voice.

“Miss Fu says if you aren’t there in ten minutes, she’ll post the story of you blowing up cow dung as a child online.”

No!

My wife could never find out I’d blown up cow dung as a child!

What she liked most was my cool, dignified CEO image.

Concealing my panic, I looked calmly at her. “Wen Ling, go home first. I need to stop by the office.”

She stared into empty air. Then she suddenly caught the edge of my jacket.

So sweet.

She did love me after all. She couldn’t even bear a brief separation.

But I had to eliminate this cow-dung threat.

I put my arms around her. “Be good. I’ll be back soon.”

Then I glanced at the ill-intentioned Zhou Ran and said coldly, “Wang, take my wife home in the eight-million-yuan Maybach.”

“Huh?” Wang stared. “But what about you, sir?”

I smiled, took out a black card, and tossed it at Zhou Ran.

“Two hundred thousand yuan. Take me to my office on that junk heap of a motorcycle.”

Heh heh heh. As long as I kept him occupied, he couldn’t pester my wife.

Zhou Ran picked the card up between two fingers and pocketed it. “Sure, Uncle.”

And then…

In rush-hour traffic backed up beyond belief, the little snake weaved through the cars and got me to the office in eight minutes.

He took off his helmet. “Look at me, so young and full of energy. Whatever am I supposed to do with it?

“Went a bit fast, didn’t I? Too much for you, Uncle?”

I said nothing. I simply memorized his license plate, reported him to the traffic police, and specifically told them to deduct every last point from his license.

He was far too green to outmaneuver me.

The moment I entered my office, Fu Qingqing threw herself at me.

I stepped neatly out of her way and undid my jacket button. “Get to the point.”

She started wailing on the spot. “Shiyan, you know William, don’t you? Please call him and let me graduate!

“When you sent me to Germany for my master’s so I could keep an eye on Xu Nian while you stole his girl, you didn’t tell me it was a life sentence!

“You can keep blocking Xu Nian’s graduation until you and Wen Ling have a kid old enough to run errands, for all I care. Just stop blocking mine!”

My brow twitched. “Watch your language. Wen Ling and I are in love.”

“Fine, fine, you’re in love. May you have a hundred happy years together. Can I graduate now?

“Don’t push me. I’ll tell everyone how you blew up cow dung—”

“Stop bringing up the cow dung.” I gritted my teeth and took a deep breath. “You can graduate. But you take both those secrets to your grave.”

Fu Qingqing nodded frantically. “Deal, deal. I blew up the cow dung myself. I promise I won’t say a word in front of Wen Ling!”

I called her supervisor.

Now that she’d got what she wanted, her courage returned. On her way out, she slapped my desk. “Hey, you dog. Planning to hide the fact that you tricked her into marrying you for the rest of your life?”

I glanced at her. “Would you like to do a PhD too?”

She vanished like a ghost.

I rubbed my brow.

What did they know? How was it a scheme? How was it tricking her into marriage?

I simply thought my wife deserved a better life.

And I was the only one who could give her that life.

I was about to head home when Wang called, stumbling over his words. “Sir, your wife wouldn’t go home…

“She asked me to take her to a bar… The one Zhou Ran sings at…”

Crack.

The pen in my hand nearly snapped.

“Give me the address.”