Master Fu’s Beloved Petite Wife Is Calling for Divorce Again

“What doesn’t? He seemed normal to me.” Su Yu shrugged. She waved to Lin Qingqing, motioning her to come over to have some fruit.

Lin Qingqing almost rolled her eyes. “I wasn’t talking about your brother. I was talking about Chu Yaoyao—never mind. Anyway, she’s weird as hell.”

Su Yu laughed, telling her not to overthink. Since the late-afternoon sun was blaring, the two sat on the chairs on the balcony and talked more.

Later, Fu Yunian arrived at the airport to intercept Wu Xuan—Li Biao’s ex-wife—the perpetrator of Su Yu’s accident once he found out it was her doing. As she had booked a flight for herself out of the country for that afternoon, she was confident, too confident, that nothing could go wrong. One second she was pulling her luggage behind her, and the next, she was carried away onto a stranger’s car on her way back to the city.

“What are you doing? I’m calling the police! Let me go!” Through the black bag over her head, she screamed and struggled. Yet, no one answered her.

It was Fu Yunian who got annoyed. “Save it for the police—you seriously think you could’ve escaped from a hit and run?”

Instantly, she quieted down. It was dead silent. With her fear rampant, she shivered, her arrogance all gone.

Fu Yunian wasn’t in a hurry in handling her to Officer Qi, and he brought her to the hospital Su Yu was in instead.

“I’m sorry. Please, let me go. I was wrong. Here, I’ll even kneel and bow.” Once being thrown onto the floor in the ward, Wu Xuan wouldn’t stop apologizing, leaving Su Yu and Lin Qingqing puzzled. After giving him a confused look, Fu Yunian revealed the truth.

“Whoa—didn’t think you’d care so much about Yu. Wait, didn’t Ms. Chu just come? Why are you here? Showing us how lovey-dovey you are?” Lin Qingqing rolled her eyes as she scoffed. The couple was irritating enough for starters—what did they think they were doing—trying to win over Yu? To have her giving them her blessing? Pfft, how extra.

“Yaoyao was here?” Fu Yunian’s brows knitted together—it was evident he wasn’t aware of it.

Su Yu made a face. “I believe you have somewhere else to go, Mr. Fu. Say, comforting your upset fiancée. Please stop coming here.”

As Fu Yunian couldn’t find the right words to explain for himself, he passed the culprit to the security standing guard outside before he left. After that, Su Yu had the guards untie the woman, and she locked the door to her ward—she couldn’t have escaped the small room without forcing her way out anyway.

“It was Chu Yaoyao, wasn’t it?” Su Yu spoke her words slow as if she wasn’t the victim. When Wu Xuan winced, Su Yu knew she was right.

“No wonder the b*tch came—she came here to check if you were dead. That w*nch!” Vexed, Lin Qingqing kicked the stool.

“It wasn’t… her.” Wu Xuan tried to make up an excuse, but Su Yu’s following words shut her up.

“No hurry in justifying for yourself.” Su Yu fixed her eyes on Wu Xuan. “I’ve got ways to make your life become living hell, too. Do you think only Chu Yaoyao would do that? No. However, if you won’t speak, I’m sure she won’t be able to offer the protection she’d promise you and your ex-husband.”

Wu Xuan’s limbs went soft, and her eyes were blank as she stared at the tiles. The wave of emotions passing through her chest wouldn’t subside. It triggered Lin Qingqing—she hated victim-playing offenders. Impulsively, she nudged the woman with her shoe.

But no one expected Wu Xuan to collapse on the ground, blood running from her mouth and down her throat.