pdf-ebookys Chapter 137 In the previous life, Wen Jin and the child died.
Chapter 137 In the previous life, Wen Jin and the child died.
The same trick that was played on Wen Mo last time is being played on her again?
Wen Jin slowly moved his eyes away from the tie around Shen Xunzhou's neck.
He curled his lips calmly and looked at the woman opposite him?
"Mrs. Zhao?" he asked, as if waiting for an answer.
"Zhao Lili's mother," Shen Xunzhou explained.
No wonder she was resentful towards her, it turned out that it was her daughter who yelled at her at the Nanyang Club last time!
It seems that since he couldn't deal with Ling Jibai, he had to deal with her.
Is she a pushover? Is she easy to pick on?
"No wonder Miss Zhao said that about you outside, it makes sense..." Wen Jin said, and turned and left as proudly as a peacock.
Mrs. Zhao:............
Shen Xunzhou followed behind Wen Jin, curled the corners of his lips slightly, and the chuckle from deep in his chest reached Wen Jin's ears.
The latter turned to look at him: "What are you laughing at?"
Shen Xunzhou saw an attendant carrying a tray passing by, so he stretched out his hand to hold Wen Jin's shoulder and led him to the side: "I laugh at you for trying to sow discord."
"She deserves it!"
"Yes," the man nodded calmly, "She deserves it."
Wen Jin looked at him with an uncertain expression. In his previous life, Shen Xunzhou hated the drama of these wealthy women competing for beauty. Because he hated it, he didn't like her to participate in it. So every time when others were sarcastic to her, she would think that Shen Xunzhou didn't like it, and endure it...
In this life............
"What's wrong?" Shen Xunzhou asked when he saw that she looked unhappy.
"Nothing," Wen Jin turned and left, walking through the crowd towards an extremely secret door at the right rear of the banquet hall.
The invisible door made of solid wood panels is integrated with the wall. Most people don’t know the existence of this door unless they have lived in this manor for a long time.
When Wen Jin's hand fell on the door, he froze.
The piercing eyes behind her were watching her every move.
Without thinking, she knew that Shen Xunzhou was staring at her.
For a moment, she was in a dilemma.
The outstretched fingertips bent and straightened, straightened and bent again.
All kinds of suffering............
Until Shen Xunzhou walked up, walked past her, and pushed open the door.
"Come in!" A man's voice came from above his head, with a kind of indifference that seemed to see through the world.
Wen Jin's back was covered with layers of cold sweat. His stiff back did not dare to bend even a little in front of Shen Xunzhou's chest: "You don't want to ask me why I know about this door?"
"I know," the person behind him said calmly.
Wen Jin continued to ask: "You are not curious."
"Not curious," because I know you have lived in this manor for many years.
"Shen Xunzhou," Wen Jin turned slightly and looked up at him. His eyes were as clear as the moon on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, emitting a faint light: "You know everything!"
This is an affirmation, not a question.
If she still had doubts before, today, when Shen Xunzhou said the three words "I know" without changing his expression, Wen Jin could be 100% sure that Shen Xunzhou, like her and Wen Mo, had been reborn.
"Know what?" The man stared at her and asked calmly.
"Stop pretending."
"Xiao Jin?" Shen Xunzhou raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of doubt: "What are you pretending for?"
"In the last life...Bang..."
Before Wen Jin could finish his words, Wen Mo staggered not far away, and the wine tray in the hands of the waiter beside him was thrown to the ground.
Wen Jin frowned, shifted his gaze away from Shen Xunzhou, and walked quickly towards Wen Mo.
When he helped her up, he scolded her in a low voice: "Why are you panicking?"
"If he was reborn and could kill me again, how could I not panic?" Wen Mo broke out in a cold sweat on his back.
"Let's go first..." Wen Jin half supported and half dragged the person to the bathroom, and was very familiar with the place as if he was at home.
Entering the bathroom, Wen Jin pushed open the partition and looked inside. Seeing that there was no one there, he spoke.
"You're here? Mom and Dad are here too?"
Wen Mo nodded: "They are all here. This is the message from the old lady of the Shen family."
She stood in front of the sink and washed her hands, forcing herself to calm down: "Is Shen Xunzhou the same as us?"
"It should be, but he doesn't admit it."
Wen Mo sneered: "If I were him, I wouldn't admit it either. Even if I did, how could I continue our relationship with you? He can't afford three lives."
Everyone thought that Shen Xunzhou didn't like Wen Jin in his previous life and that he had to marry her because Wen Jin forced him to make a choice by climbing into her bed with her. However, no one knew this until Wen Jin died.
it's not true.
As soon as Wen Jin died, Shen Xunzhou went crazy and took revenge on those who indirectly killed Wen Jin.
Make them unable to live or die.
He cut the tendons in Zhao Wan'er's hands and feet and made her soak in the swimming pool for half a month. When she was fished out, she was struggling on the verge of life and death.
It’s not that he doesn’t love, it’s just that the way he loves is invisible to others.
In the previous life, Wen Jin and the child both died.
In this life, Shen Xunzhou was reborn and finally got the chance to start a new game. How could he let Wen Jin settle all the grudges from his previous life in this life? What he wanted was a fresh start, not to settle all the old and new grudges together.
...........
"Mrs. Wen has raised these two daughters so well. One has learned to climb into bed at a young age, while the other is so reckless that she is like an orphan who has no one to teach her."
"Mrs. Zhao, you've gone a bit too far," Zhao Wan'er disliked Wen Jin. She could let others scold her, but she couldn't tolerate it if it involved Wen Mo.
"How can it be passed when everyone knows it? If I were you, I wouldn't even have the face to come here."
Zhao Wan'er glanced at the group of wealthy ladies whispering beside her, and asked coldly: "Old Lady Shen invited me, why can't I come?"
"What rich people fear most is that you pretend to be polite, but they think you are a poor relative who treats them sincerely. If you can't reach her, don't force it!"
"Mrs. Zhao, are you questioning my purpose of inviting the Shen family? Or are you doubting my character?" The old lady had just finished welcoming the guests at the door, and when she heard these words as soon as she came in, her face inevitably turned a little embarrassed.
Mrs. Zhao was startled and lowered her head quickly: "Old lady."
"Bully the weak and fear the strong?" The old lady dropped her cane and snorted, "If it weren't for the Zhao family's face, you should get out of here today."
"Grandma, calm down," Shen Mang
He glanced at Aunt Xu, who was helping the old lady walk away.
"Madam Zhao," Shen Mang looked at the old lady as she left, "It's common for wealthy families to compete with each other for beauty, but my Shen family has never liked these things, Madam Zhao, please be careful with your words."