My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day-Chapter 832 - : 832, if you knock me out, I will fight you to the death.

Chapter 832: 832, if you knock me out, I will fight you to the death.

“I’ll talk to you about it later.”

After saying that, the call was hung up, leaving Su Wanwan all alone in a state of disarray.

Painting?

And the dress can’t be found?

The voice was especially childish, like that of a teenage girl, and it even had a naturally whiny tone.

Could it be the woman that Chu Jingyi mentioned who went on the business trip with him?

Damn it, damn it.

The more Su Wanwan thought about it, the more unsettled she became, but when she asked Ji Jie last time, he knew nothing about this trip.

So who else could she ask?

After much thought, she suddenly remembered someone…

Fu Qi!

She had always liked Huo Jingshen since they were kids, and they lived in the United Kingdom together for many years. She must know about Huo Jingshen!

So Su Wanwan immediately sent a WeChat message to Fu Qi, “Fu Qi, do you know who ‘Painting’ is?”

Fu Qi: “I know.”

Su Wanwan’s eyes lit up, “Who is she?”

But to her surprise, Fu Qi replied, “You’re already married to Brother Jingshen yet you don’t know who ‘Painting’ is? It seems Brother Jingshen doesn’t love you that much if he didn’t tell you such things.”

Su Wanwan: “…”

What a bi**h!

She rolled her eyes and, containing her irritation, typed, “Then can you tell me who she really is?”

Fu Qi: “I won’t tell you!”

Su Wanwan: “……”

**

In the taxi, Fu Qi nearly burst out laughing looking at the emoji Su Wanwan had sent.

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“Little auntie?”

Fu Qi put down her phone, “Ziyang, let’s not go back for dinner tonight. How about I take you out for a big meal, sound good?”

“Little auntie, did you get your paycheck?” Fu Ziyang asked curiously.

“Nope, I just feel… happy, in a good mood.” The thought of Su Wanwan possibly being jealous and sulking made Fu Qi inexplicably happy.

Suddenly, Fu Ziyang’s little phone rang.

The cute little guy answered the call, “Little aunt, did you need something?”

Fu Qi’s smile froze.

This Su Wanwan was actually sweet-talking the child…

Sure enough, Fu Ziyang nodded his little head, “Okay, I’ll have dad tell you.”

After hanging up the call, Fu Qi immediately asked him, “Ziyang, what did your little aunt want?”

Fu Ziyang: “Not telling you!”

“Ziyang, you can’t talk to your auntie like that!”

“It’s the little aunt who told me not to tell you,” Fu Ziyang promptly explained.

Fu Qi: “…”

**

So, in less than half an hour, Huo Jingshen had made a call.

Su Wanwan felt somewhat guilty.

Sure enough, as soon as the call connected, she heard the man ask, “Why can’t you ask me directly? Why beat around the bush and ask Fu Xihan?”

Su Wanwan felt awkward, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t tell you, so you suspect I’m having an affair? Is that all the trust you have in your husband?”

“I trust you. I just don’t trust… other women,” Su Wanwan’s voice faded to a murmur, and in the end, she even felt somewhat guilty.

“One of you is trouble enough for me, where would I find the energy to mess with other women?”

Upon hearing this, Su Wanwan was indignant, “How am I trouble?”

Huo Jingshen chuckled, his tone suddenly tender, “Have you been good lately? Did you study hard after your husband left?”

“Do you even need to ask?” said Su Wanwan, “You still haven’t told me who ‘Painting’ is.”

“…”

Su Wanwan wasn’t in a hurry, patiently waiting.

After a while, Huo Jingshen finally said, “Jinghua is my sister.”

“You have a sister? For real?” Su Wanwan was shocked.

“Yes, a real sister, six years younger than me.”

“So much younger? How come I’ve never heard you mention her? Grandpa and grandma never said anything either.”

“I’m back this time to bring her home, and you’ll meet her soon.”

Su Wanwan suddenly felt nervous, she stood up from the sofa, “What does she look like? What’s her personality? Is she easy to get along with? Have you told her about me?”

She wouldn’t be like that Fu Qi, would she?

Quite worried.

“All you need to think about is how to care for your husband. As for everyone else, you don’t need to worry.”

After saying that, Huo Jingshen suddenly called her name, “Wanwan.”

“Huh?” Su Wanwan was a bit confused.

Huo Jingshen rarely called her by her name, always using terms of endearment like “baby,” “honey,” or “wife…”

Now hearing him use that deep voice to solemnly call out “Wanwan,” Su Wanwan felt oddly uncomfortable, as if something was amiss.

Huo Jingshen continued, “After we return to the country this time, I have something to tell you.”

“What is it?” His serious tone made Su Wanwan nervous.

“You’ll know when the time comes,” Huo Jingshen said.

Su Wanwan: “…”

All so mysterious.

**

After hanging up the phone, as soon as Su Wanwan came out, Tang Yiwen began to complain, “Taking forever just for a phone call—it’s been an hour already. Tell me, when exactly is he coming back?”

“He didn’t say. I’ll tell you after he books his flight…”

“Brat! He’s clearly feeling guilty!” Tang Yiwen punched the coffee table.

The sound was loud, and Su Wanwan, no stranger to his strength in breaking things, rushed to caution him, “Be gentle, don’t break the coffee table!”

“I’ll pay for it,” Tang Yiwen said, landing another punch.

“This coffee table is worth five million!”

Tang Yiwen: “…”

His fist remained on the coffee table.

Then he slowly drew it back.

“Five million?”

Isn’t it just an ordinary coffee table?

It didn’t look like it was worth five million at all.

“This is an abstract coffee table designed by a designer my husband hired. You wouldn’t understand,” Su Wanwan spoke earnestly. “And that cup you’re using right now? Two million.”

Tang Yiwen again: “……”

“And that ashtray,” Su Wanwan added, “a work by an international sculpting master, four million five hundred thousand!”

Tang Yiwen was completely: “………”

“Anyway, you’re not allowed to break anything in the villa, and if you break something, you can’t afford it.” Su Wanwan knew Tang Yiwen had a bad temper and liked to smash things when he was angry.

But he was poor and stingy.

Those hefty price tags would surely scare him.

Sure enough, Tang Yiwen seemed frightened, “That expensive?”

“What else?” Su Wanwan deliberately frightened him. “My husband is the richest man in Nancheng, worth tens of billions, so everything in this villa is expensive, even a trash can is worth tens of thousands. You can’t be like before, smashing things whenever something doesn’t go your way, understand?”

Tang Yiwen looked at her half-believing, half-doubtful, then suddenly reached out a hand, “How much for that dog?”

Everything was expensive, and nothing was to be touched, but surely the dog couldn’t be that valuable?

Kicking it a few times to vent would be okay.

KO, comfortably sprawled on the floor, heard this and immediately lifted its head, stood up, and with an intense desire to survive, let out a “woof.”

Su Wanwan hastily said, “You can’t hit KO.”

“Why not?”

“If you hit KO, I’ll fight you to the death!”

Tang Yiwen: “…”

Damn!

**

10 p.m.

In the brightly lit living room of the Lishui Bay Villa, Xiao Yebai finally returned.

Holding his car keys, his neatly ironed expensive white shirt and black trousers accentuated his tall and upright figure, and even with glasses, he looked neat and handsome.

Seeing Mo Weiyi sitting on the sofa, he frowned, “Why haven’t you gone to bed yet?”

The smell of alcohol on his breath instantly made Mo Weiyi frown as well.

“Sorry, I was entertaining a client and had some drinks,” Xiao Yebai said.

He didn’t need to say it; Mo Weiyi already knew.

But this man, even after drinking, managed to maintain a composed and graceful demeanor, unlike other men who would lose their composure after getting drunk, talking nonsense, and behaving disgracefully.

“Did you see the handbag that Xu Jing brought?” Mo Weiyi asked him directly.

Xiao Yebai tossed his phone and car keys onto the coffee table, leaned back on the sofa, massaged his forehead with his long fingers, half-closed his eyes, and said softly, “What?”

Mo Weiyi patiently repeated her question, “Xu Jing’s handbag.”

“What are you looking for?”

“I’m trying to find that adoption certificate.”

The man didn’t respond.

It was unclear whether he didn’t want to talk or the alcohol had given him a severe headache, his fingers constantly massaging his temples as if trying to rest his eyes.

So, Mo Weiyi said, “If you’re drunk, then we can talk about it tomorrow.”

With that, she stood up.

Suddenly, Xiao Yebai spoke up, “Have you asked father about it?”

Mo Weiyi turned back to look down on him, “He said the original was destroyed by him a long time ago, and this copy had been kept by grandma. Even he didn’t know grandma had kept it.”

Xiao Yebai fell silent again.

“So, you’re the one who hid it?” Mo Weiyi no longer bothered with courtesy and small talk, “If that’s the case, give it back to me.”