My Wife Longs for Divorce Every Day

Chapter 42: Fu Ziyang

Translator: 549690339

“Woof…woof!” KO barked, standing up from the floor.

Su Wanwan shivered subconsciously.

“KO.” Fu Ziyang reached out his small hand and touched KO’s head.

In an instant, the wolf-like dog that was about to pounce went back to his docile state.

Su Wanwan suddenly felt defeated.

Damn it!

Even a dog listens to this bastard so obediently.

“Madam, are you back?” Aunt Liu walked out of the kitchen holding a bowl of soup.

Su Wanwan felt a wave of sadness in her heart.

Damn!

Even Aunt Liu specially worked overtime to cook for this family of three. She used to return home to take care of her grandchild right after dinner at six o’clock these past few days.

A series of footsteps later, Huo Jingshen appeared in her resentful gaze.

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He was still wearing the same outfit he wore at the airport, only his sleeves were rolled up, the top three buttons of his collar were unbuttoned. He immediately asked, “Where did you go? Why didn’t you answer your phone? It was even turned off?”

Su Wanwan stayed silent.

Huo Jingshen looked at his little wife whose face was puffing up with anger, took the suitcase from her, and then reached for her hand.

To his surprise, Su Wanwan forcefully withdrew her hand, and looked at the man with an unaffected face, bursting out two words: “Absolutely shameless!”

Huo Jingshen:

Ziyang tilted his little head, holding the dog and watching the show.

“Tell me, where is that woman?” Su Wanwan said, rushing into the living room.

“You went to the airport.” Huo Jingshen confirmed.

The person she saw at the airport must’ve been her.

“That’s right, I saw her.” Su Wanwan turned around, pointing at the adorable little boy, “Tell me, where is his mother? Where did you hide the mistress?”

Huo Jingshen narrowed his eyes, “…He’s not my son.”

Su Wanwan scoffed, “Who do you think you’re fooling? He looks so much like you! If he’s not your son, is he your nephew or something?”

“Speaking without a heart, but the listener interprets with interest.”

Huo Jingshen looked at her, a fleeting emotion flashed in his eyes, then he explained, “His name is Fu Ziyang, the son of a friend of mine. He ran away from home and hopped on a plane alone today. Luckily, it was the day I was returning to China, so I brought him back with me.”

Su Wanwan was clearly not buying his bullshit.

Even Fu Ziyang’s name reeked of a romantic male protagonist. This was clearly an attempt to make fun of her due to her young age.

“As for that woman, she’s here in China for her world tour. She’s staying in a hotel, not here.”

Su Wanwan scoffed a couple of more times, still not believing him.

Huo Jingshen simply took out his cell phone, “This is his father’s number. Do you want me to make an international call so you can ask him yourself?”

Seeing Su Wanwan still not reacting, he directly dialed the number.

Soon, a pleasant male bass voice echoed through the speaker, “Has my son caused more trouble for you?”

Su Wanwan:”…”

“No problem, it’s just my wife had a misunderstanding.” After finishing, Huo Jingshen hung up.

He pushed the luggage to a corner of the living room and sat down by the coffee table, “Come here.”

“What for?” Su Wanwan was on guard.

There was a first aid kit on the coffee table, and Huo Jingshen asked, “Why is your leg bleeding?”

Su Wanwan looked down and indeed, a large clot of dry blood was on her ankle.

“Come here.” Huo Jingshen repeated his command.

Su Wanwan frowned and reluctantly walked over.

Once close, Huo Jingshen reached out and lifted her leg, allowing her to sit next to him while placing her foot on his lap.

As soon as the alcohol touched her wound, Su Wanwan nearly exploded with tears of pain.

“Damn it, be gentle… Ah! It hurts, it hurts… Damn… Easy… Can’t you be a little gentler?”

“Are you this afraid of pain?” Huo Jingshen gave her a glance.

The young girl’s eyebrows knitted tightly together as she bit her lip hard. All this pain just from a scrape?

Huo Jingshen was slightly worried about the soundproofing of the room, especially now when there was an unexpected five-year-old third wheel.

Subconsciously, he looked at the boy and the dog, contemplating whether he should send this little guy back to Y country on a flight tomorrow…

As if they could read minds, Fu Ziyang suddenly spoke, his small mouth uttering word by word: “I want to stay here and look for my mother.”

Huo Jingshen:

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Finally having tended to the wound, Su Wanwan looked at the bandage on her ankle and pouted.

Can she still go to driving school tomorrow?

She had to take another leave…

“Don’t wear short pants like these again in the future.” Huo Jingshen had more complaints.

Su Wanwan humphed, getting up to head to the dining room, “I’m starving, I need food.”

Huo Jingshen watched her.

His darken gaze.

These jeans really are too short!