CEO Daddy Begs Mommy for Remarriage

These words of humiliation would enrage anyone who heard them.

But Mu Wanqing, furious to the extreme, let out a laugh instead, and strikingly retorted, "Not liking me is his loss, what does it have to do with me? Your aggressive and flustered demeanor truly is a disgrace to the wives of the elite."

"You!"

Lu Kejun, after all, was a young lady from a reputable family, brought up with the education of a lady, and was at a loss for words when confronted.

Watching Mu Wanqing's victorious retreat, she walked a few steps to Jiang Lijuan's side and vented her frustrations with indignation, "What on earth was Grandfather thinking, insisting on Zhan marrying a woman like that! It's downright tainting the family's name!"

Jiang Lijuan also looked down on her son's wife deep down.

But upon hearing her goddaughter's words, she didn't completely echo the sentiment, instead chiding, "Zhan has always been fond of you, yet you only have eyes for that Gu family boy. Where does Gu Xincheng fall short compared to my son? If you were with Zhan and got married sooner, it wouldn't have come to this mess with Grandfather pairing up people at random."

"..." Lu Kejun was met with cold disappointment.

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Mu Wanqing trailed behind by a few steps and had just entered the elevator when Wen Zhan's call came through.

"What are you dawdling for? I'm in a hurry to get to the company." The voice that answered was cold and displeased.

Mu Wanqing was in no good mood either, but couldn't be bothered to argue and simply replied, "Then go straight to the company, you don't have to drop me off."

"How will you get back?"

"By taxi, subway, bus, how could I not get back?" she jestingly snapped back.

It's not like she was a three-year-old child or a fool who couldn't find her way home.

Wen Zhan didn't respond and hung up the call.

As Mu Wanqing put down her phone, she was also stepping out of the elevator.

When she reached the entrance to the lobby, she caught a glimpse of Wen Zhan's Bentley leaving the parking lot from afar.

Her heart felt numb, devoid of any feeling.

She stopped in her tracks and pulled out her phone to check the time; it was already eleven o'clock.

Ever since she gave birth to the twins, her days had been completely confined by the two children.

No work, no social life, and even in this city, she hadn't had a single confidant or friend.

She thought of wandering around, but as she stepped down the stairs, she shrugged off the idea.

Better to just go home...

Just as she left the hospital and was heading towards the subway station, her phone rang.

She picked it up, and her face lit up with joy as she quickly answered.

"Hello, Huanhuan, what made you think to call me?" The caller was her high school classmate and close friend, Ye Huan.

Ye Huan said, "I'm in Chong City on a business trip and thought I'd drop in on you, you wealthy woman. Remember how we said 'in wealth do not forget each other'? Seems like you're now the wife of a prominent family and have forgotten all about this little girl, huh?"

Mu Wanqing laughed gleefully, "Nonsense! I wouldn't dare forget anyone but you! Where are you? I'll treat you to a meal."

"Great, I want a luxurious feast."

"No problem!"

After hanging up, Mu Wanqing thought for a moment about a good restaurant, found its location and sent it to her good friend.

An hour later, the two girls who hadn't seen each other for half a year reunited excitedly and embraced one another.

Once seated, Ye Huan looked her over and teasingly said, "You're really keeping it low key... A Madam President worth a hundred billion, dressed just like an ordinary person."

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Mu Wanqing explained, "I got fat after having kids; nothing looks good on me."

"No, that's not true. You were too skinny before, like a washboard; you look much better like this." After saying that, she leaned in closer, her voice low and playful, "A woman needs to be a bit curvy and voluptuous, that's what men are really into."

Flustered without reason, Mu Wanqing was left red-faced and pushed the menu toward her to change the subject, "Let's see what to eat."

The two ordered and began to chat as they ate.

It was then that Mu Wanqing learned her friend's husband had a job change, was being promoted, and soon the whole family would move to Chong City. This business trip also included house hunting; they'd move once they found a suitable place.

"That's great! Finally, I'll have some company too!" Mu Wanqing was very pleased.

Ye Huan replied, "I thought of you since you're in Chong City too, it felt like a coincidence."

The two chatted merrily, forgetting the time, but eventually, a call from home reporting that the kids were fussy forced Mu Wanqing to leave.

When it was time to pay the bill, she pulled out a Black Gold Card and handed it to the waiter.

Ye Huan jestingly remarked, "With that move, you're the spitting image of an elite lady."

Yet Mu Wanqing lamented, "I'd really rather be working, supporting myself with my own abilities."

Although Wen Zhan had given her the card without limit, she felt no confidence in using it.

She yearned for the workplace, to realize her life's value, to experience a more fulfilled life.

The depth of high society is like the sea, and Ye Huan understood some of it, comforting her with, "Once the kids are a little older, you'll definitely be able to do it."

The waiter returned the Black Gold Card, and Mu Wanqing stood up to say goodbye to her friend, hurrying home.

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Having just finished a meeting at the company, Wen Zhan looked at a banking notification on his phone with a slight frown.

The charge was for a restaurant expense, 876.

He had given this card to Mu Wanqing after they got married.

In two years, however, charges on the card were few and far between.

But today was odd, with whom had she gone out to eat?

This abnormal action confused him, and he couldn't help but connect it to their ongoing divorce discussions.

Was she consulting a lawyer or seeking advice from friends?

Thinking of that woman, Wen Zhan's thoughts became chaotic again.

Recently, she had been mentioning divorce incessantly, but he couldn't figure out her real intentions.

When they married two years ago, they had an agreement—they would have an amicable divorce once the old man passed away, and he would provide appropriate financial compensation as thanks for her cooperation.

At that time, they hadn't planned to be a real married couple, let alone have children.

A year ago, Kejun married Xinchen and, as his childhood friend and best man, he witnessed the woman he'd loved for many years getting married—an event that left him in quite the mood, so much so that he drank himself into a stupor.

When Mu Wanqing took care of him that night, he mistook her for Kejun, and in a dazed state, a relationship happened between them.

Afterward, he apologized and reminded her to take contraceptive measures in time, but to his surprise, two months later, she reported she was pregnant.

Many things unfolded afterward, and to this day, he still feels infuriated and frustrated, unable to believe that he, a man who prided himself on his acumen, could be outwitted by a woman who seemed innocently harmless, and lose it all.

His phone rang, breaking through his cluttered thoughts.

Seeing the caller ID, he composed his face, and the coldness in his eyes quickly dissipated, "Hello, Kejun."

The call was from Lu Kejun, who immediately asked, "Third Brother, I heard that Mu Wanqing's causing trouble over a divorce?"

Wen Zhan's expression darkened, "Who did you hear that from?"

"My godmother said so." Lu Kejun explained, "After she left the hospital this morning, she went to Yujing Bay to see the kids and overheard the maids discussing that Mu Wanqing mentioned divorce to you this morning, and you ignored her."

Wen Zhan's brow furrowed, and his countenance grew dark as he leaned on the armrest of his seat, his fingers coolly massaging the corner of his eye.

It seemed the household staff needed a good disciplining, discussing the private matters of their employers behind their backs was strictly taboo.