CEO Daddy Begs Mommy for Remarriage

"Not long after giving birth, all the hormones in my body haven't even returned to normal, so it'd be a miracle if I were pregnant again."

Mu Wanqing snorted coldly, with a mocking smile, "Who knows, anything's possible."

"..."

Seeing he was scared into silence, Mu Wanqing felt inexplicably pleased inside, and her mockery intensified, "Don't worry. Even if I'm pregnant again, we will still get a divorce. I won't extort you."

"..." Wen Zhan pursed his lips, looking utterly speechless.

Mu Wanqing grabbed her robe and put it on, then turned towards the door to leave.

Wen Zhan watched her back, his mind a whir of thoughts, when he suddenly spoke up, "Are you sure you want to sleep in separate rooms?"

Without turning her head, the woman replied, "What, Mr. Wen is reluctant now?"

"Ha!" The man laughed derisively and said indifferently, "If they find out we're sleeping in separate rooms, it might just reach the old man's ears."

Mu Wanqing opened the door, and as she slipped out, she threw back, "Then you better find a way to shut them up! If Young Master Wen can't handle even this, then you're really too weak!"

"..." The man's face turned ashen as he was once again left without a response.

Having lain down in the guest room, Mu Wanqing let out a long breath of turbid air, feeling as if all the grievances she had bottled up for years were finally vented. She felt much lighter from head to toe.

Anyway, we're getting divorced, so who cares? Better to have it out and just feel the relief!

Originally, she wanted to mention the shopping she did with his card today, but he was so infuriating that she almost wanted to hit him.

Forget it. Anyway, a few hundred bucks is nothing to him, so she couldn't be bothered to mention it.

As sleepiness hit her, she yawned and soon fell into a deep slumber.

However, in the master bedroom, just a wall away, the man whom she had berated mercilessly lay alone on the big bed, wide awake.

Wen Zhan stared at the ceiling in the darkness, her voice echoing in his ears over and over, and he began to reflect.

Did he really wrong her?

Turning over, he forced himself to close his eyes and stop thinking.

But the more he told himself that, the more uncontrollably his mind began to wander.

It really wasn't his fault that he doubted her character.

In the two years they were married, every time she encountered the old man, he was bound to get an earful.

Cursing him for not recognizing good fortune, for not listening to his elders, for lacking compassion towards women, for inevitably regretting it someday.

Even the old man knew they were planning on divorce.

If she hadn't stirred things up in front of the old man, hadn't told tales out of school, how could the old man know about their issues? Why else would he be scolded so often?

The reason behind her covert operations was to use the old man's authority to pressure him, to make him invest more in this marriage, wasn't it?

She just wanted to turn a pretense into reality and be the Lady of the Wen Family forever.

After all, such a distinguished background and a wealth that couldn't be squandered in a lifetime—those were honors countless people wouldn't dare dream of in several lifetimes.

Moreover, she was so poor and pitiful before, with no one to rely on.

Once such a person got the chance to turn their life around, they would never let go.

After mentally conditioning himself for a while, the waves of turmoil inside Wen Zhan finally started to settle...

Yes, that's right. That's the kind of person she is.

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The illness of Mr. Wen had everyone in the Wen Family on edge.

There was a constant stream of visitors to the hospital, keeping the elderly gentleman company every day.

Wen Zhan was aloof by nature, and his relationship with his own parents wasn't particularly close, yet he was very fond of his grandparents.

But his grandmother had passed away early, and he had always regretted not being able to fulfill his filial duties.

That's why he was especially attentive to his grandfather.

This was also why, when his grandfather was diagnosed with cancer two years ago and expressed a desire to see him married—to see his comrade's granddaughter well-settled—he agreed to marry Mu Wanqing.

No matter how busy he was, he carved out time to visit the hospital every day, to inquire about the old man's condition, to chat with his grandfather for a while, and to coax him to eat more.

What should have been a good deed, in the eyes of the other members of the Wen Family, seemed to have an ulterior motive.

Mu Wanqing, carrying tonic soup, had reached the door of the hospital room when she suddenly overheard a whispered conversation around the corner in the hallway—mentioning her husband's name.

"The old man is just too biased. Never mind the granddaughters, a generous dowry would suffice for the girls to get married. But he also has three grandsons! Instead of treating them all equally, he's insisting that the youngest, Wen Zhan, take over the company—why should he?"

"Exactly! Your Wen Lei might be pursuing a political career with a smooth path ahead, with no interest in business, and that's fine. But my Wen Yan, who is also two years older than Wen Zhan, should have had his turn before Wen Zhan."

"What can I do if Wen Yan doesn't curry favor the way Wen Zhan does? Look at Wen Zhan, usually so cold and quiet, a man of few words, but in front of the old man, he really knows how to show off! I heard that yesterday the old man refused to eat, and Wen Zhan came over and coaxed him, spoon-feeding him. With this kind of effort, who wouldn't praise his filial piety?"

"My Wen Yan is also filial to the old man!"

"Then how many times has Wen Yan visited since the old man was hospitalized? Look at Wen Zhan, he's here reporting in every day!"

"And there's more! Back when the old man was choosing from among the unmarried grandsons to marry off that wild girl, didn't Wen Yan disappear abroad for a few months on a business trip? Look how shrewd Wen Zhan is; he accurately grasped the old man's wishes, and was willing to give up even Lu Kejun, whom he had liked for so many years, to marry a girl of humble origins and unclear background. Who can deny that he doesn't deserve the favoritism? So heartless towards himself, who would worry about him getting things done?"

Mu Wanqing didn't mean to eavesdrop at the corner, but as the conversation revolved completely around her and her husband, she found herself unable to move away.

The two voices belonged to Wen Zhan's great-aunt and third aunt, each of whom had both sons and daughters.

Wen Lei was the eldest son in the great-aunt's family, and also the firstborn grandson of the Wen Family.

Indeed, by rank and seniority, he should be the one to take over the Wenyuan Group as the next CEO.

But Wen Lei was not interested in running the business. After completing his graduate studies, he entered the system on his own merit and now holds a position at the provincial level—with a limitless future.

Wen Yan, the eldest son from the third aunt's family and Wen Zhan's second cousin, should also have had the qualifications to inherit the company, but unfortunately, Wen Yan was unruly and loved his freedom. He held a vice president position at the company, responsible for some less critical business, and took any opportunity to travel the world.

Mu Wanqing had heard at family gatherings that this second cousin was passionate about skiing, diving, watching animal migrations in Africa, adventuring in Antarctica, conquering Mount Everest, and had even spent a month sailing a single-board sailboat at sea—all in all, his life experiences were incredibly rich and exciting!

Rather than saying the old man favored Wen Zhan, it was more accurate to say that reality had forced Wen Zhan into this position. He had single-handedly taken on the responsibilities for both cousins, allowing them the freedom to choose the lives they wanted.

Yet the elders were far from appreciative and thought so poorly of him, convinced of his ill-intent.

Mu Wanqing grew angrier the more she listened.

Though not a conventional couple, her innate sense of justice made her want to defend Wen Zhan.

Just as she was about to step forward, the third aunt spoke again: "I heard that the old man is revising his will, and with Wen Zhan showing filial piety so frequently these days, it must be related."

The great-aunt was taken aback, "What do you mean? Are you saying he's also vying for a larger share of the inheritance? His ambitions are too grand! Isn't taking over the company enough for him?"

"Oh my, who would ever think they have too much money! Besides, now he has a son and a daughter—two children. By headcount, he can ask and take more! It's your Wen Lei's fault for only having one, and my rebellious son, too! Every time I urge him to marry, he vanishes, infuriating me!"

The great-aunt realized, "Now that you mention it, it makes sense! A man's greed is like a snake swallowing an elephant; Wen Zhan, appearing so genuine, secretly harboring..."

"You're talking nonsense! Wen Zhan isn't like that!" Mu Wanqing could no longer bear it, suddenly stepping around the corner and retorting loudly.

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