My life is ending, and my aloof CEO wife is taking revenge on me.

Chapter 32 Who gave you the guts?

"Stop trying to scare us. We've been here longer than you, how come we didn't know there were security cameras in the studio?"

Li Yang's eyes darted around as he looked around, and sure enough, he spotted a camera flashing red light above him.

He immediately tugged at Wang Yuchang with a flickering look in his eyes. The two of them exchanged an awkward glance. Although they were already starting to feel guilty and scared, they still kept spewing harsh words at me.

"Kid, we're Professor Xie's relatives. So what if we check the security footage? Nobody dares to fire us!"

"That's right, you'll be the first one fired, you piece of trash!"

The two talked as they moved toward the door.

I just smiled and said nothing, then picked up the broom and quietly cleaned up the mess.

When I looked up again, they had already disappeared.

By the time I finished cleaning up the mess in the studio, it was already dusk. I hadn't eaten all day, and my stomach was starting to rumble in protest.

I subconsciously touched my pocket, where Song Yafei's bank card with millions in savings was inside, but I didn't want to touch it.

Forget it, let's just go back to the orphanage to eat.

I took out my bicycle keys and just walked downstairs when a gust of cold wind blew by, and I suddenly felt dizzy.

As I swayed, a pair of warm little hands steadily supported me.

Before I could even see who the person in front of me was, a nut chocolate was popped into my mouth.

"This time it's not chicken noodle soup, so you won't gag again, right?"

It's Xie Wenyao!

I was stunned for a moment. As the chocolate melted in my mouth, I gradually regained my strength and saw the smiling woman in front of me.

What are you doing here?

“I heard from my father that you came to the studio early this morning, so I wanted to see if you were settling in.”

Xie Wenyao supported me, her expression natural and her tone concerned.

If someone didn't know us, they would think we were close friends, but only I know that although our relationship has improved, it's not really that close.

I awkwardly pulled my hand away and said embarrassedly, "Thank you for your concern. My work went very smoothly today, and my colleagues were all very friendly."

"It's good that you can adapt. Come on, I'll treat you to dinner."

Since things had come to this point, I could only nod in agreement.

I tried to keep a certain distance from her, but I still felt a little dizzy, and after taking a few steps, my legs felt weak.

Upon seeing this, Xie Wenyao immediately reached out and took my arm.

Being held by a woman other than Song Yafei like this made me feel somewhat uncomfortable, and my body instinctively leaned to the side.

Especially since this is right at the entrance of the studio, if my colleagues see this, I'll inevitably be subjected to all sorts of sarcastic remarks tomorrow, being accused of getting in through connections.

When we arrived at the parking lot, Xie Wenyao still hadn't let go of my hand; instead, she led me towards her.

I have low blood sugar and simply don't have the strength to fight it.

Perhaps it had been too long since I had been cared for, and my heart gradually softened. I asked bluntly, "Didn't you used to hate me?"

"It's because I feel I treated you too badly before, so I want to make it up to you. You won't even give me this chance, will you?"

Before I could speak, Xie Wenyao pulled me to the passenger seat and fastened my seatbelt without saying a word.

We were just a breath apart. The faint scent of her perfume wafted through the air, reminding me of Song Yafei. She always did the same thing, proactively buckling my seatbelt.

She said she could only feel at ease if he fastened his seatbelt.

The atmosphere inside the enclosed carriage was somewhat oppressive, and I felt a tightness in my chest.

Xie Wenyao kept trying to make conversation, her actions clearly aimed at closing the distance between them.

No matter how much a person changes, the arrogance and prejudice in their bones can never be completely eliminated.

I always felt that Xie Wenyao was different from the person I used to know.

Just as I was filled with suspicion, the car stopped in front of the restaurant, and Xie Wenyao suddenly leaned towards me.

"what are you doing?"

When Xie Wenyao came close, I immediately tensed up and turned my head away.

Click.

The sound of a seatbelt being unbuckled rang out, and Xie Wenyao said with a mischievous grin, "What's with that look? You don't think I'm going to do anything to you, do you?"

I coughed awkwardly and quickly opened the door to get out of the car, but then I heard her soft laughter behind me, "If you and Song Yafei get divorced, I wouldn't mind being with you."

What does she mean by that?

Didn't you hate me? Why would you suddenly have this thought?

Is this another prank they're playing?

I walked quickly forward and got on the elevator.

I thought having more people around would mask the awkwardness between us, but there were only the two of us in the elevator. Xie Wenyao deliberately leaned close to my ear and whispered, "I didn't expect that even after so many years of marriage with Song Yafei, you still look like innocent college students. You two don't even have a sex life, do you?"

Seeing that my face turned red to the roots of my ears, she suddenly burst into laughter and raised an eyebrow at me.

"Let's go, I'm not teasing you anymore."

Watching her retreating figure, I felt extremely frustrated.

If I had known that being alone with her would be this torturous, I would never have gotten into her car.

Inside the private room.

I looked at the table full of healthy dishes and then looked at Xie Wenyao with some surprise.

“Last time at the hospital, I specifically asked the doctor about your condition, and he said that dietary supplements could also have a certain effect on your illness. So I asked the chef to research these recipes specifically for your body.”

"Every dish here contains Chinese medicine, which is very beneficial to your condition. If you like it, just mention my name when you come here next time."

As Xie Wenyao spoke, she handed over a bowl of chicken soup.

"Your body is too weak, you need to nourish yourself more."

"Thank you."

Just as I reached out and touched the edge of the soup bowl, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my wrist. A force knocked the bowl over, and the person who came overturned the table as well.

When I looked up, I met Song Yafei's eyes, which were filled with anger.

The female president of the Song Group, accompanied by her internet celebrity mistress, caught her husband dining with another woman at a restaurant.

If paparazzi were here and took a picture of this moment, it would definitely dominate the trending searches for days.

"Zhang Tian! Who gave you the audacity to date other women behind my back!"

Song Yafei glared at me angrily, her loud voice echoing throughout the hall, a far cry from her usual calm and composed demeanor.

I frowned, looking at my clothes soaked with soup, and a surge of anger rose in my heart.

Didn't she not love me? Didn't she flaunt Yu Chengliang everywhere?

What do you care about me?

What right does he have to tell me what to do now?