Goodbye, scumbag husband, the one who is not loved is the clown

Zhou Jing pushed open the door of the high-level conference room and walked towards Pei Sangyu who was sitting in the chairman's seat.

The senior executive who was reporting fell silent.

Zhou Jing leaned over and whispered in Pei Sangyu's ear, "The young lady just left, and Tang and the others followed. It looks like they're heading to the Pei family's old house."

Upon hearing this, Pei Sangyu frowned.

"The meeting is suspended." He stood up suddenly and strode out. "Zhou Jing, prepare the car."

"Yes!"

...

The Pei family's old house.

Su Yunrong knelt in the courtyard of the old house, holding Shen Zhiyan's portrait in her hand.

The servants watched from the sidelines, whispering to each other.

Su Yunrong was dressed in plain clothes, and her haggard and pale face looked like a wronged ghost.

She knelt there motionless.

Inside the old house, Mrs. Pei, wearing a dark blue embroidered slim-fitting cheongsam, sat in the seat of the head of the household.

The young assistant stood beside her, holding the teacup in both hands and handing it to her.

Mrs. Pei took it and took a small sip.

The tea has a sweet aftertaste.

She felt better, and raised her eyebrows to glance at the young assistant's gentle face. "Xiao Li's tea-making skills have been getting better and better recently. At least all my good tea was not wasted."

Xiao Li kept his head down, not looking sideways, and spoke respectfully and businesslike, "It's all thanks to my wife's cultivation."

"You are so sweet-talking." Mrs. Pei smiled and handed over the teacup.

Xiao Li reached out and took it.

Madam Pei looked at her newly-made manicure and glanced coldly at the door. "That old woman still refuses to leave?"

"Yes."

"Okay, since she's been kneeling for so long, let's go out and meet her."

Mrs. Pei stood up and walked out.

Xiao Li followed silently.

Su Yunrong had been kneeling for nearly three hours, and her body, which was already in the late stage of cancer, had reached its limit.

Just when she thought she couldn't hold on any longer, the sound of high heels came from the front door.

Gradually approaching.

When Su Yunrong raised her eyes, she saw Mrs. Pei dressed in expensive clothes.

After not seeing her for six years, she looks even more radiant.

Su Yunrong's eyes were full of hatred. When she saw Xiao Li following behind Mrs. Pei, a hint of contempt flashed in Su Yunrong's eyes!

She's just a vixen who relies on men to get to the top. What is there for her to be proud of?

Mrs. Pei walked up to Su Yunrong and looked down at her.

"Isn't this Madam Shen? I haven't seen you for a few years. How did you become like this?"

Mrs. Pei asked knowingly, her tone full of provocation.

Su Yunrong glared at her, gritting her teeth. "Han Qing, do you really think you can rest easy?"

Mrs. Pei hasn't been called by her full name for many years.

The name 'Han Qing' seemed to be a name from a previous life.

Su Yunrong's words made her face turn cold instantly.

She squatted down and stared at Su Yunrong coldly with her well-maintained eyes.

"You're bringing a dead person's portrait to provoke me? Su Yunrong, besides this little ability, what else can you achieve?"

"You killed my daughter. I'm holding her portrait to remind you, lest you, a murderer, live too comfortably!"

Hearing this, Madam Pei frowned and then laughed, "What are you talking about? Your daughter Shen Zhiyan died of illness. Oh, no, she volunteered to be a surrogate for my son and died in childbirth. It was her own stupidity and incompetence. How dare you put the blame on me?"

"Do you think you can erase what you've done by saying this?"

Su Yunrong stared directly into Madam Pei's eyes and gritted her teeth as she spoke, "Han Qing, I, Su Yunrong, am not a good person, so I'm getting my retribution. My daughter's death is my retribution, but no matter how bad I am, I've never taken a single life! And what about you? How much blood has been stained on your hands? Do you still remember it clearly?"

Mrs. Pei's hypocritical smile faded little by little as Su Yunrong spoke.

In those eyes that were still beautifully maintained, murderous intent gradually emerged.

She stood up and said coldly, "She's crazy. Have someone take her to the hospital and donate some money to the hospital in my name. Just say that I feel sorry for her because of our past relationship and want her to have an easier time for the rest of her life."

That's what it says.

But Xiao Li knew what Mrs. Pei really meant.

He looked at Su Yunrong who was kneeling on the ground with sympathy, and raised his hand to call two bodyguards.

The bodyguards with fierce and cold faces stepped forward immediately, one of them held Su Yunrong's arm and dragged Su Yunrong out of the yard.

The portrait in Su Yunrong's hand fell to the ground.

The glass was broken and the picture frame was smashed.

Su Yunrong struggled and yelled, "Yan Yan! Yan Yan!! Let me go! Han Qing, you vicious woman! You murdered your own husband, and to achieve your goal you seduced a married woman! You will not die a good death!"

Mrs. Pei's face darkened. "She's crazy, why don't you shut her up!"

Hearing this, the bodyguard reached out and covered Su Yunrong's mouth.

Su Yunrong was already weak, and was quickly dragged out of the old house by two bodyguards.

Just then, a taxi stopped outside the gate of the old house.

The back door opened and Xu Jiayun got out of the car.

When Mrs. Pei saw her, a look of astonishment flashed in her eyes.

Xu Jiayun took out his cell phone and started recording directly. He started by filming the two bodyguards holding Su Yunrong, then slowly turned the camera to include the gate of the old house. Finally, the camera was facing Mrs. Pei who was standing high and mighty on the steps in the courtyard.

First reunion after six years.

Xu Jiayun curled her lips slightly at Madam Pei through the camera, "Long time no see, Madam Pei."

Mrs. Pei's face changed!

Realizing that Xu Jiayun was filming her, she turned sideways with a sullen face and gritted her teeth, "Someone, take her phone away from me!"

Xiao Li quickly called on other bodyguards to grab Xu Jiayun's cell phone.

Xu Jiayun was prepared. She took a step back and exclaimed, "Oh, sorry, I accidentally turned on the live broadcast!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed drastically!

The most shocked person was Mrs. Pei.

She never dreamed that Xu Jiayun would do this to her!

The elegant and dignified image she has been working hard to create over the years cannot be ruined by Xu Jiayun!

Thinking of this, Mrs. Pei turned and walked into the old house.

Xiao Li hurried to catch up.

After entering the house, Mrs. Pei could no longer control herself and her face became ferocious.

She looked at Xiao Li standing beside her and said, "Have someone report Xu Jiayun's livestream immediately. We must not let what happened today get out!"

"Yes!" Xiao Li nodded and immediately took out his cell phone to make a call.

Mrs. Pei's breathing was rapid, and she raised her hand to touch her forehead.

The appearance of Su Yunrong and Xu Jiayun today was too coincidental.

Mrs. Pei felt a little uneasy...

She walked to the main seat, sat down, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Unfortunately, the tea got cold and the taste changed.

She slammed the teacup in frustration.

The sound of Xiao Li making the call could not drown out Su Yunrong's earth-shattering cries outside.

"My daughter, Shen Zhiyan, was tricked into becoming pregnant by Han Qing using illegal medical methods. Before she died, she sent me an audio clip that clearly recorded how Han Qing deceived my daughter!"