Then she consoled her kindly, "Don't pay attention to those rumors on the Internet. Now that you're Lan Mu's wife, they're just jealous. The more jealous they are, the more you should show off your loving relationship with Lan Mu."
Hah!
Yan Zao sneered inwardly. If their Lan Mu were willing to show affection with her, would there be all these curses online?
Right now, that guy is probably still in Yu Ye Sang's tender land, dreaming of spring.
The images spontaneously formed in her mind, and her heart uncontrollably twitched. She locked her phone screen, threw it towards the foot of the bed, turned over, and lay on her side.
Her eyes soon filled with a sour wetness.
"I think Yu Ye Sang is nothing but a green tea bitch. There are so many people cursing you online, and she hasn't come out to clarify things for you. Who exactly is the mistress here? Doesn't she have a clue in her heart?"
After the phone call ended, Wen Jing rushed to the hospital within twenty minutes, sitting by the bed and munching on the fruit from Yan Zao's bedside table, all the while cursing Yu Ye Sang.
Yan Zao found Wen Jing's words amusing. Yu Ye Sang had been revolving around Lan Mu for over a decade, treating Lan Mu as her entire world. She stole the person who was her entire world, and not stomping on her right now would already count as generous. Yet she's expected to come out and clarify?
Then Yu Ye Sang would truly be an insufferable bitch.
Maybe it was her lack of kindness, but she never believed in saints in this harsh reality of society.
Wen Jing's face was flushed with anger, and when she looked up and saw Yan Zao smiling and looking so calm, she grew even more irate. "I'm about to explode with anger; how can you be so calm?"
Wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, with fair skin, willow leaf-shaped eyebrows, and phoenix eyes, she indeed seemed very gentle when she spoke. That gentility was betrayed the moment she opened her mouth.
Yan Zao grinned and said lightly, "Didn't the Lan Family give me ten percent of the shares? I'm fine as long as I have the shares. Whoever Lan Mu loves, let him love."
Calming Wen Jing was actually a way of comforting herself.
Ten percent of Lan Family shares—that was an asset worth billions. She could squander for a lifetime and still live without a care.
In that last sentence, her expression and tone suddenly turned cold and indifferent, as if she was a heartless person.
Wen Jing frowned, "You really don't care about Lan Mu at all?"
Yan Zao dodged her question, growing impatient as she urged her, "Hurry up and go take care of the discharge procedures."
"Got it."
Wen Jing finished off the apple and tossed the core into the trash can.
She turned and walked towards the door.
...
Two days after the rain, the weather turned increasingly summery. Under the blazing sun, a man in his seventies stood erect and spry. Seeing Lan Mu emerge from the outpatient residential building, the elder furrowed his brows and went up to him, "I told you to go see Zaozao, how come you came down so soon?"
Lan Mu scoffed, "She's tougher than a dog, you're worrying too much."
He walked past the elder without pausing and headed straight in the direction where they parked.
Adorned with a black mask and a duckbill cap, and dressed in a white T-shirt with sports pants, even such a casual attire couldn't stop passersby from pausing to give him a longer look.
Upon hearing Lan Mu's curse about Yan Zao, the old Mr. Lan became so angry he berated him, "She's your wife, if she's a dog, then so are you."
Lan Mu replied with amusement, "What about you, then?"
"You..."
The elder was so infuriated he almost couldn't catch his breath—and came close to meeting the Lan Family ancestors then and there.
The driver beside him hurriedly consoled him, "Mr. Lan, please calm down, calm down. Hasn't Amu always been like this? Let's think long-term, think long-term."
This phrase, "think long-term," he had been saying it for no less than ten years.