Flash Marriage: He is a Wife-pampering Addict

Chapter 210: 209 must be Wen Jin and Wen Ran

Since the day Xiao Wenqing had compelled MO Zixuan and Zhou Lin to get their marriage certificate, MO Zixuan hadn’t lived here.

MO Jingteng went on a group tour. Besides the servants, the vast villa housed only two women, Xiao Wenqing and Zhou Lin.

Threatened by Zhou Mingfu and blamed by MO Zixuan, Xiao Wenqing was in a bad mood. Hence, she was naturally not as gentle as before with Zhou Lin, often showing her displeasure.

Living under someone else’s roof, Zhou Lin kept any complaints she had to herself. Pregnant, she no longer enjoyed being waited on as before. These days, she was carefully attending to Xiao Wenqing, trying her best to make her happy.

The call from the police station came while Zhou Lin was serving bird’s nest soup to Xiao Wenqing.

“Answer the phone; its ringing is annoying.”

Xiao Wenqing gave a cold glance to the cellphone in the pocket of Zhou Lin’s pajamas. She waved her away impatiently, removed the facial mask she was wearing, and got up to go wash her face.

Zhou Lin pursed her lips, agreed with a “Yes,” pulled out her mobile phone and answered the call.

When she heard the voice on the other end, she froze, her face paling in an instant. She responded with a trembling voice, “What happened to my dad?”

The person on the other end repeated the message with a formal tone devoid of any emotion. Zhou Lin’s reaction was as if she had been struck by lightning. She was trembling all over, her face as pale as a ghost.

After saying, “I’ll be right there,” Zhou Lin turned towards Xiao Wenqing, who was already at the bathroom door, and yelled, “Aunt Xiao!”

Xiao Wenqing turned around, her gaze coldly falling on Zhou Lin, ‘What is it?”

Zhou Lin stammered, “My… my dad is dead. The police asked me to go there immediately.”

Xiao Wenqing’s expression changed dramatically, appearing utterly shocked.

She Forgeot about washing her face and quickly approached Zhou Lin. Seeing Zhou Lin’s pale face and trembling body, she frowned and asked, “Who told you?”

“The police,” Zhou Lin answered, her heart filled with dread. Yes, she was in utter panic.

This emotion surpassed her grief of losing her father. Zhou Mingfu was affectionate towards Zhou Lin, his daughter, but in recent days, she had only been thinking about marrying into the MO family to become the envied Young Mistress of the MO Family.

Her father too was looking forward to her marrying into the MO family, so that he could reap the benefits that came along with it, thereby overlooking their precious blood ties.

“Did they tell you how your father died? Tomorrow is the day of the trial; could he have committed suicide due to fear of punishment?” Xiao Wenqing’s face indicated her confusion as she voiced her speculation.

Zhou Lin, with red eyes, shook her head. She did not know how her father died, but it certainly would not be suicide caused by fear of punishment.

Wen Jin did not have any evidence to prove that her father was responsible for the deaths of the Wen Hongrui couple. What he did have was evidence of some misdemeanors her father had committed in the company, as well as proof of Wen Ran’s kidnapping that night.

These accusations put together weren’t enough to warrant a death sentence.

“No, my dad wasn’t fearful of the punishment. It must be Wen Jin. He certainly knows that even if he follows legal procedures, my father’s life wouldn’t be in danger. At most, he would end up in jail, but he could still get out one day, so he took the opportunity to have my dad killed,” stated Zhou Lin, in an agitated voice. Her already reddened eyes were now filled with hatred, and she looked frighteningly fierce.

A derisive laugh formed in Xiao Wenqing’s mind, but she carried an angry expression on her face and echoed Zhou Lin, “Hmm, you are guessing right, if not Wen Jin, it must be Wen Ran. Regardless of whether they have the evidence, they are convinced that your dad is the one who killed their parents. How can they let this enmity go without retribution?”

Tears finally fell from Zhou Lin’s eyes, and she gritted her teeth, saying, “I will never let Wen Jin and Wen Ran off the hook.”

Looking at the deep-seated hatred in Zhou Lin’s eyes, Xiao Wenqing sneered inwardly and responded indifferently, “Now is not the time for revenge; you should hurry to the police station to see your dad.”

When Zhou Lin left, Xiao Wenqing washed her face and drank the bird’s nest soup before dialing MO Zixuan’s number.

The phone rang a few times before being hung up.

Xiao Wenqing’s expression changed; she sent a text message and dialed again two minutes later. This time, MO Zixuan answered the call, though his tone was still not pleasant.

“Zixuan, I have good news for you. Zhou Mingfu has suddenly died, and your mother will no longer force you to marry Zhou Lin. You can come back now,” she said.

In recent days, with her husband gone and her son not returning home, Xiao Wenqing had been staying in the huge villa with Zhou Lin, which didn’t do much for her mood.

“Since you couldn’t convince me to marry Zhou Lin, Zhou Mingfu had to die, didn’t he?” MO Zixuan responded coldly and mockingly.

He knew very well about his mother’s malicious and ruthless nature. She had forced him to get the marriage certificate with Zhou Lin out of fear of Zhou Mingfu’s threat. Now, with Zhou Mingfu’s sudden death, he believed that his mother was involved.

“Zixuan, you’re accusing your own mother? Zhou Mingfu’s death has nothing to do with me. It’s the deed of Wen Jin and Wen Ran. Zhou Lin said so herself and vowed to take revenge on the siblings,” Xiao Wenqing defended herself.

Of course, MO Zixuan didn’t believe her. He scoffed over the phone, “Mom, you might fool others, but not me. Tomorrow is the day of the trial, and Wen Jin and Wen Ran would not want Zhou Mingfu to die so easily. Only you, who had some secrets with Zhou Mingfu that couldn’t be exposed, are related to Zhou Mingfu’s death.”

“Are you still my son?” Xiao Wenqing was enraged, and couldn’t fathom how he could believe Wen Ran, that insignificant woman, over his own mother.

The more she thought about it, the more irate she became. On the phone, MO Zixuan’s voice came over again, sounding cold. “Since you let Zhou Mingfu die suddenly, you might as well abort the baby in Zhou Lin’s womb. Zhou Lin is not a virtuous woman; who knows whose child she carries?”

Xiao Wenqing was startled and asked in disbelief, “Zixuan, is what you said true?”

“Humph, do you think I’m like you, always telling lies? If you don’t believe me, you can wait until the child in Zhou Lin’s womb is born and do a DNA paternity test. However, don’t expect me to acknowledge her. If she learns that you were responsible for her father’s death, she might turn around and bite you.” MO Zixuan’s tone was mocking in the last part.

Xiao Wenqing’s facial expression fluctuated, and she finally agreed with a heavy voice, “All right, I’ll find an opportunity to have the child in her womb aborted. However, you have to come back and live here, at least until she has the miscarriage. Even if it’s just to keep up appearances, you have to placate her.’

“I’ll be back tomorrow morning.”

Although MO Zixuan was reluctant, he agreed in the end.

These days, he had been avoiding Zhou Lin, who had begun to threaten him with Wen Ran’s life story. Now that Zhou Mingfu was dead, Zhou Lin was even more terrified. It was time for him to show up in front of her; without her father, all her threats no longer had any effect on him.

Seeing that he had agreed to return, Xiao Wenqing immediately cheered up, “Good, I’ll prepare breakfast for you tomorrow morning and wait for you to come back and eat it. It’s late now, go to sleep early.”

“Mm, I know!”

After MO Zixuan responded, he hung up the phone, regardless of whether Xiao Wenqing had finished speaking or not..