The Substitute Wife of the Fickle President

(plus more..)

"Who's getting married? Such a big battle—" Two middle-aged women stood beside the clean road, one with yellow hair stretched his neck.

"Heh~ You don't know yet. It's the Shen family." Hearing this, another black-haired, fat woman said.

"The Shen family? But as far as I know, isn't Mr. Shen already married?"

"Who knows? We don't care about the affairs of rich people. Let's go, let's go." After speaking, the black-haired woman walked forward.

"That's right. It's the child from before, I heard it's an orphan... Hey, wait for me." The woman with the yellow hair turned her head and glanced at it, and said to herself enviously.

"I can't blame others for this. I can only blame the kids nowadays who are open to money. They can give up everything for money. The kids now, oh~" The black-haired woman seemed to be deeply touched, she shook her head and walked away.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way..."

Wan'er hid in the crowd and looked up, suddenly a few people in uniform ran over to evacuate the traffic, behind them was a neat row of luxury cars.

Looking at those luxury cars, Wan'er only felt heartache.

She clenched her fingers tightly, trying to choke on her sobs, staring with her dark eyes, as if she was looking for something, but she couldn't find anything.

"Snapped."

A person slapped Wan'er across the face, and Wan'er's body immediately fell to the ground.

Wan'er felt her mind go blank and lost consciousness for an instant.

The man pointed at Wan'er and cursed.

"You don't have eyes, get out of here. This is a luxury car. If it gets damaged, I won't be able to pay for it if I sell you."

Wan'er couldn't hear what he was saying, but felt that expression was very familiar.

"What are you doing, what are you doing? Get out of the way..." Grandma ran over from nowhere, pushed away the crowd and helped Wan'er up. "My poor child, go away..."

Grandma cursed at the man.

His expression was indifferent, as if he was about to hit someone, but his raised hand was stopped by a "slow."

It was a man in a suit and leather shoes, with flowers on his chest, and his cold voice made people tremble all over.

The man stopped quickly.

"Linfeng, don't worry about those little things, get in the car quickly..." A woman in the car suddenly took the man's arm.

"Let's go, grandma." Wan'er hurriedly grabbed grandma's hand, begging.

Grandma glanced at Wan'er, helped her to leave.

Through the glass window, the man stared intently. He seemed to see Wan'er's back, but he didn't dare to confirm it.

"Wan'er, where are you now? How are you doing? I'm sorry, I'm the one who's sorry for you, Wan'er..." The man closed his eyes, thinking with heartache, tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

He choked up, quickly wiped away the tears, and turned his head to caress the woman beside him.

"Grandma, thank you." After walking a long way, Wan'er slowly regained consciousness, but her head still hurts badly.

Tears flowed from the corners of Wan'er's eyes, but why did it hurt so much.

She held grandma's hand expressionlessly, her thin lips trembling slightly.

"Silly boy, why are you making things difficult for yourself like this. Oh, what a poor boy. You tell grandma, don't you—"

"Grandma—please, please don't ask any more questions, okay? I'll be fine, I'll be fine, grandma..." Wan'er said in tears.Looking at it, grandma's heart is almost broken.

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