A whirlwind marriage! A billionaire CEO lives off his wife with great satisfaction.

The car was parked at the entrance of the residential area.

"Mian, is that your husband?"

Mu Mian turned around.

I saw Gu Xiangque standing under a tree in the residential area.

He's very tall, that's obvious.

A streetlamp behind him cast a dim light on his background, making his broad shoulders appear even more attractive and giving him an exceptionally charismatic air.

He was looking down at his phone.

It looks a bit boring.

“He was worried because you didn’t come home so late. Your husband cares about you a lot, but Zhang Jiayin cared a lot about Xu Shan back then.”

Mo Yu sighed again.

Yes.

This incident was also a huge blow to Mu Mian.

Who would have thought that two people who loved each other so much would get divorced, and that the woman would leave with nothing?

"I'm going in first, drive carefully."

Mu Mian walked into the residential area.

Gu Xiangque saw her and immediately put away his phone. His legs were longer than Mu Mian's, and the two quickly stood face to face.

He is too tall.

I have to lower my head every time I talk to Mu Mian.

"came back?"

Mu Mian nodded.

She was in a low mood.

She didn't excitedly rush into his arms as usual; instead, the two walked side by side into the apartment building, and they spoke much less.

Mu Mian's emotions were clearly off.

But she didn't want to speak, and Gu Xiangque didn't force her to. Instead, he sent a message to Chen Fang, "I need to know where Mu Mian went two hours ago within ten minutes."

What did I do?

Who are you with?

at this time.

Chen Fang at home.

He was playing games with Gu Qianqian to help her rank up.

Gu Qianqian is terrible at games, but she loves to play. Chen Fang treats her like a child, even though he gets all the kills, he gets scolded by Gu Qianqian every game.

Ugh!

Being a working person is so tough.

She has to help the boss take care of his children and is also frequently assigned temporary tasks by the boss.

Chen Fang looked helpless, but he still had to find out the truth for President Gu immediately. "Qianqian, you play a game by yourself first. I'll take care of something for your brother."

Gu Qianqian glared at Chen Fang, "It's after get off work hours now. Can't you tell my brother that after get off work hours are private and he can't arrange work there?"

Chen Fang: ?

How could he dare?

As President Gu's special assistant, he had long since become President Gu's.

“My brother went too far. I have to criticize him next time I see him.”

Chen Fang said, "And could you ask your brother to give me a raise while you're at it?"

"no problem."

**

At Gu Xiangque's home.

"Mianmian, Xiang Que, you're back!"

Mu's mother looked very enthusiastic.

Mu Mian nodded, washed her hands, and instead of going to the kitchen to help her mother serve the dishes, she unconsciously sat down at the table and waited for all the dishes to be served.

She's not usually like this.

She used to do all the housework at home, but these past few days, in an effort to force her mother to leave, she's gone to extremes.

Mu Mian also noticed the plaster on her mother's body.

It seems like his old problem has relapsed.

She didn't ask, pretending not to see it.

During the day, Mu's mother slipped and fell while mopping the floor, straining her back. She walked with a limp and looked very unnatural. She thought her daughter would say a few words of concern.

Or, like before, give her a few thousand yuan to see a doctor.

I told her she must go to the hospital for a checkup, because serious illnesses are caused by neglecting minor ones.

And at this time.

Mu Mian, however, remained indifferent.

Mu's mother felt a chill in her heart.

She was wondering how Mianmian had become like this.

She's so cold now.

She treats even her own family like this; is her heart frozen?

Despite the pain, Mu's mother served all the dishes, and Mu Mian and Gu Xiangque began to eat. After finishing, Mu Mian went back to her room, where a pile of dishes and chopsticks awaited her mother's cleanup.

She wanted to cry but had no tears.

When will these miserable days end?

After washing the dishes, Mu's mother lazily skipped mopping the floor. She went back to her room, lay down, and made a video call to Mu's father. "Old Mu, I can't live like this anymore."

Mianmian is like a completely different person now. I hurt my back today and she didn't even ask me a question.

If someone is so indifferent to their own mother, how can they be relied upon in the future?

The old saying was right: a married daughter is like water spilled from a bowl. If we had known she would turn out like this after marriage, we should have kept her at home and never let her remarry.

When Mu's mother said this, why didn't she think about why Mu Mian got married in the first place?

Isn't it all for the 300,000 yuan dowry for her precious son?

How can you say something like this now? Where's your face?

The voice of Mu's father came through the phone, "According to what you're saying, Mianmian probably won't sign it."

Why don't you hold off on bringing up the house for now? We're living in it now, and Mianmian hasn't said she'd take it back, so there's no rush.

Today I heard my son say that he wants to become a Didi driver.

They say delivering food is too tiring and doesn't pay much.

Some people earn tens of thousands of yuan a month driving for Didi!

But we don't have a car, do we? Ask your son-in-law, doesn't he own a car worth over 100,000 yuan?

I asked him to lend me his car so my son could drive for Didi (ride-hailing service).

Mother Mu frowned. "Borrow the car from my son-in-law?"

This is really hard to say.

After all, the car belongs to the son-in-law, not Mianmian.

The son-in-law drives that car to work every day, and his workplace seems to be quite far away. If you ask him to lend out the car, I'm afraid he won't do it.

"I'll try to negotiate for a few more days and see. My son-in-law isn't very enthusiastic about me either."

Mu's mother hung up the phone.

She lay down first.

Even at night, he dreams about how to borrow Gu Xiangque's car for his son to drive for Didi, since he's heard that driving for Didi is profitable.

Not tired yet.

It's warm in winter and cool in summer, which is much better than running around delivering food all over the streets.

**

In the master bedroom.

Mu Mian had already lain down.

The phone next to my pillow rang.

She clicked it.

It was a message posted in the group by my fourth aunt, tagging everyone and inviting them to the Junlin Hotel tomorrow night for Mu Nianhua and Zhang Jiayin's wedding.

Fourth Aunt insisted that everyone attend, no matter how busy they were, they had to go to Mu Nianhua's wedding.

Since everyone in the group is a close relative, we all have to go.

Mu Mian put down her phone.

She just felt sorry for Xu Shan.

At this time.

The group message notification popped up again.

Fourth Aunt specifically tagged Mu Mian, and said: "..."