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The mouthful of porridge Jin Zhao had just taken almost sprayed out. “Is that how you use that word? You’re overthinking it.”
She whispered to Xu Shuli, “I know you think we’re a model couple, but it’s me trying to love your cousin. It doesn’t mean I have to…”
She didn’t dare finish, as there were others at the table.
Xu Shuli looked unconvinced. “Then explain why your face was so red when you came downstairs just now.”
Jin Zhao felt that explaining her erotic dream was harder than explaining marital matters.
It had gone from marital bliss to her unilaterally plotting something, and if Wei Ting knew she’d had a dream that defamed him, he’d probably deduct her money.
“See, you have nothing to say.” Xu Shuli looked at Wei Ting, who was calmly eating. “And Cousin hasn’t explained either.”
Jin Zhao felt the helplessness of a widow being slandered. Seeing Wei Ting’s aloof and distant demeanor made her even more speechless.
“Husband, say something.”
Wei Ting’s gaze slowly drifted over. “I know why your legs were weak, but I don’t know about the red face. Why don’t you let her explain herself?”
“You better not say anything.” Jin Zhao quickly stopped Xu Shuli, who was about to jump out of her chair in excitement.
She looked at Wei Ting with resentful eyes. “You know what you did last night.”
If he hadn’t scared her in the middle of the night, how could she have had that choking dream!
Jin Zhao’s voice wasn’t loud, just loud enough for everyone at the table to hear. Everyone’s eyes immediately turned to her.
…She couldn’t clear her name even if she jumped into the Yellow River.
Even when they were leaving, Old Master Wei specifically instructed Wei Ting to take good care of Jin Zhao.
“Your word is law. If you bully me again, I’ll come here to complain.”
On the way back, Jin Zhao threatened the man sitting beside her, who was still looking at the documents in his hand.
“Want me to take care of you?” Wei Ting glanced sideways, his expression calm.
Jin Zhao nodded vigorously like a chicken pecking at rice, begging him to take care of her in a simple and brutal way.
“After all this, the plot has reached the final step. Husband, I love you!”
“Cash, check, bank card, which one do you want? I can do all of them!”
Wei Ting simply handed her the documents. “Then choose one you like.”
“What is it? Stocks? You finally want me to get rich!” Jin Zhao took it with a puzzled look, until she saw the words.
《Specific Treatment Plan After Severe Head Trauma》
When Jin Zhao saw the first treatment option, she almost fainted.
“Craniotomy? Electroshock? Forced stimulation?”
She almost knelt down to Wei Ting. It wasn’t because the car was too small, but because women have gold under their knees. (A proverb)
“Are you trying to kill me and get a new wife? Just tell me directly, no need to go to all this trouble. I can disappear and make way right now.”
Wei Ting raised his eyebrows slightly. “I won’t let you die.”
“Just not dead? Paralysis is worse than death.” Jin Zhao finally squeezed out two tears. “How can such cold words come from your 36.8-degree mouth?” (36.8 degrees Celsius is normal body temperature)
No wonder he was so serious earlier; he was studying how to kill her.
The car stopped at the entrance of Tanyuan. Qin Zhuli opened the car door. Wei Ting looked at the person clinging to the seat, refusing to get out. “Get out.”
“No.” Jin Zhao pointed outside. “There are people in white coats standing outside; you’re going to torture me in a sterile environment.”
“Should I carry you in?” Wei Ting said coldly.
There was no tenderness, only threats.
Jin Zhao looked at him incredulously. “Is carrying me in for a craniotomy and electroshock a reward?”
“If you want me to recover my memory, I think being sent back to the womb would be easier.”
Of course, Jin Zhao was eventually “invited” into Tanyuan by several maids. She felt like a pig being slaughtered during the New Year.
Both feet off the ground.
She was laid on the bed. She could see the doctor packing his bag beside her, and Wei Ting stood at the foot of the bed, looking at her coldly.
She felt like he would take out her heart, liver, and kidneys for his white moonlight the next second.
She stayed up late playing on her phone every day; her organs weren’t in good condition, TvT.
“Don’t move.”
“I will move! I’m calling the police! CEO Wei Shi is killing his wife! Dog man!”
As soon as Jin Zhao finished speaking, she felt something prick her head. She suspected it was anesthetic; otherwise, why did she suddenly feel weak?
“How does it feel?” Wei Ting leaned closer to observe her expression.
Jin Zhao felt her speech was slurring; she seemed to have a slightly thick tongue. “Numb….”
“Am I…going to die?”
“Donate all my inheritance to orphans.”
The doctor’s chuckle suddenly sounded from above. “Madam, how can acupuncture kill people? We have a century-old family medical technique.”
“Acupuncture? Then why am I so weak? Aren’t you going to give me anesthesia and do a craniotomy?” Jin Zhao looked sideways; it was indeed an acupuncture kit, not a cold surgical knife.
Wei Ting stood with his arms crossed, staring at her quietly. “With this much courage, you’re still so noisy every day.”
After a long time, Jin Zhao was almost asleep when she heard the sound of things being packed up, then the doctor and Wei Ting talking.
“Nothing unusual; Madam’s body is very healthy.”
“Then what caused her to completely change?”
The doctor cautiously said, “Should you take Madam to see a psychiatrist? Dissociative identity disorder is quite common.”
As soon as Jin Zhao thought of the treatments used in psychiatry—electroshock therapy, hypnosis, and medication—she immediately jumped out of bed.
“No need! I think I’m normal now, unlike before.” She cautiously tugged at Wei Ting’s sleeve. “Do you miss your previous wife? I can pretend if necessary.”
Wei Ting didn’t care about the personality of his arranged-marriage wife. He was just curious about the unusual phenomenon occurring in Jin Zhao.
It seemed that dissociative identity disorder was a reasonable explanation; supernatural explanations were absurd.
After sending the doctor away, Wei Ting was going back to the company. He had only been to Tanyuan once or twice and had no intention of cultivating marital feelings here.
“Reward.” He picked up his phone and tapped the screen a few times.
Jin Zhao saw that the amount in her bank card had increased significantly. She looked at Wei Ting with a loving expression.
“Husband, you are electricity, you are light, you are the only myth. If they knew I had such a handsome and generous husband, the entire Jing circle would explode.”
Explosive literature, a must-have for domineering CEOs.
Wei Ting sneered. One personality was extremely stupid, and the other was extremely noisy, especially this one; her ability to change her face was unmatched.
“Oh, you’re not calling me a dog man anymore? Not calling the police?”
Jin Zhao remained calm. “The needle just went into my nerve; I was talking nonsense. Husband, don’t argue with a patient.”
Wei Ting didn’t bother arguing with her.
He hadn’t even left the living room when he heard the person on the sofa already on the phone.
“Manager, right? Pack up this season’s new bags. Send one set to Tanyuan and one to Miss Xu at Wei’s house.”
“Night banquet, right? Reserve a private room for me. I’ll bring a friend tomorrow. A newcomer? Only nineteen? No need to wait until tomorrow; I’ll go tonight!”
Qin Zhuli, following behind the man, was sweating profusely. Although Miss Jin had previously shown no hesitation in expressing her fear of Sir, she had only chased after one man.
Now it’s even more excessive; she directly likes nineteen-year-olds, and not just one.
Sir happens to be twenty-nine this year…
And both personalities of Miss Jin seem to have no feelings for Sir. He even suspects that Sir secretly abused her.
Spring has arrived; everywhere is green. (Implying infidelity)
“Find her a driver.”
Qin Zhuli quickly responded after reacting. “Yes, Sir. We also have nineteen-year-olds among our staff. Should we…”
Wei Ting’s expression was calm. “Of course.”
Qin Zhuli thought Sir was magnanimous; with this tolerance, he would succeed in anything.
Wei Ting opened the car door and sat inside, speaking coldly.
“If you want to be fired at the age of twenty-nine.”