Ning Shuqian had been hospitalized for a week. Wen Haowen didn’t visit her at all, apart from the first day when he had gone to understand her condition.
With regards to Ning Shuqian, he had an “out of sight, out of mind” attitude.
Ning Shuqian’s affair with another man and making Wen Haowen a cuckold had completely eradicated the final bit of hesitation he held towards her.
He only felt hatred and disgust for Ning Shuqian now!
“Haowen, how is Ning Shuqian?”
Yang Ziyu was the happiest on hearing about Ning Shuqian’s extramarital affair.
She had been even more gleeful after knowing about Ning Shuqian’s miscarriage. If Ning Shuqian had managed to keep the child, it would become more difficult for her to instigate Wen Haowen to divorce her.
In that case, her baby would end up being an illegitimate child.
And with two children to his name, Wen Haowen would not regard her baby with such high importance as now.
The only thing that Yang Ziyu felt regret for was the fact that Ning Shuqian still managed to survive even after bleeding so profusely after her miscarriage.
However, on further thinking, if Ning Shuqian really died, Wen Haowen would probably be criminally charged. If so, her plans to marry into the Wen Family would be destroyed. Hence, Yang Ziyu dispelled that notion.
Anyway, Wen Haowen was such a proud man that he would never forgive Ning Shuqian’s affair and miscarriage. It was just a matter of time before he divorced her.
Wen Haowen’s face turned malevolent at the mention of Ning Shuqian. “What do you care about that filthy, cheap slut? She’s still alive, anyway.”
Every time Wen Haowen thought about those photos, his urge to kill Ning Shuqian returned. Such a disgusting woman deserved to go to hell.
He would then recall Ning Shuqian lying in a pool of blood and spitting those venomous words at him, which made his face turn even grimmer.
During this period of time, he kept getting nightmares of Ning Shuqian covered in blood, looking like a demon who had crawled out of hell to seek his life.
“Even so, you and Ning Shuqian are still husband and wife. As long as you have not divorced her, you cannot completely ignore her. Otherwise, the press will have a field day reporting on it.”
Over recent years, Ning Shuqian had quietly vanished from high society.
News on her no longer excited the media.
Consequently, Wen Haowen just needed to make some minor arrangements with the hospital to ensure that no one from the press knew of Ning Shuqian’s miscarriage.
Nevertheless, no matter how obscure Ning Shuqian had become, she was still Wen Haowen’s wife. If the press got wind of anything that could be linked to Wen Haowen and the Wen Family, rumors and gossip would fly.
Wen Haowen looked extremely impatient. “I don’t have such a shameless and dirty whore of a wife. And who knows which man fathered her miscarried child? This type of woman sets my teeth on edge.”
Wen Haowen now loathed hearing anyone say that Ning Shuqian was his wife. The idea of them being a couple repulsed and enraged him.
He desperately wished to tell the whole world that he didn’t know Ning Shuqian at all. That he had nothing to do with Ning Shuqian.
“But as long as you two are…” Yang Ziyu had been with Wen Haowen for several years, and she could already guess his thoughts. She was purposely fanning the flames to incite Wen Haowen to divorce Ning Shuqian as soon as possible.
Wen Haowen interrupted her impatiently. “Stop talking about it. I have already decided to divorce that bitch, Ning Shuqian. I have gotten a lawyer to draw up the divorce papers. This divorce is going ahead no matter what. Would I still be a man if I can endure being made a cuckold?”
He had already set his heart on divorcing that slut, Ning Shuqian.
“Then… what if Ning Shuqian doesn’t agree? After all, she still holds connections to the Zhang Corporation.” Yang Ziyu was most worried about Wen Haowen remaining entangled with Ning Shuqian over the entertainment city project and missing this golden opportunity for them to get divorced.
She was well aware of just how important that project was to Wen Haowen.
Now that she was with his child, Wen Haowen naturally treated her like a precious treasure.
But once the child was born in two months’ time, she was afraid that Wen Haowen would stray.
Wen Haowen replied without any hesitation, “The entertainment city project is already within my grasp. The Zhang Corporation will not dare to interfere in matters between Ning Shuqian and I. If Ning Shuqian dares to refuse, I can make use of her affair and bring her to court. I will have her reputation completely destroyed.”
Ning Shuqian’s nude photos were very salacious.
Any woman would be afraid of such photos being leaked out.
Wen Haowen continued angrily, “Not only do I want a divorce, but I also want her to leave this marriage with nothing at all. My money and my assets—she can forget about getting a single penny.”
He had been married to Ning Shuqian for over 20 years. He had provided for her daughter by another man and even financially supported her lover. He had been made a total fool and he no longer wished to be played further.
Yang Ziyu smiled in satisfaction. Ning Shuqian had been her biggest obstacle in marrying into the Wen Family, and she knew not to underestimate her. Ning Shuqian pretended to be pregnant, wrapped Wen Haowen and his family around her little finger, and even suffered from a terrifying mental illness. Despite all that, she still managed to regain her place.
Who knew if she still had any tricks up her sleeves.
Yang Ziyu leaned into his arms. “Haowen, our child will be born in two months’ time.”
The implicit question was: When are you marrying me?
Wen Haowen hugged her and placed his hand on her round tummy. “I will marry you after I divorce Ning Shuqian.”
At this point, all Wen Haowen could think of was the child.
As a result, he had no qualms about marrying Yang Ziyu, the mother of his child.
Yang Ziyu was extremely happy at Wen Haowen’s promise. She asked excitedly, “Wen Haowen, really? Are you really willing to marry me? You don’t mind that my social status doesn’t match yours?”
She was voicing some reservations, but her heart was brimming with confidence and excitement.
Wen Haowen had previously deigned to marry a single-mum like Ning Shuqian—in contrast, Yang Ziyu had a clean background and was carrying his son. There was no way Wen Haowen would not marry her.
Wen Haowen said affectionately, “You are the mother of my child. Who shall I marry, if not you?”
With that, he caressed Yang Ziyu’s belly again, his heart stirring with emotions. This was his son and the rightful heir to the Wen Family. By then, who the hell would give a damn about Wen Xinya?
He sneered inwardly.
