Hai Shuangjie prioritizes family interests above all else, heâs not a good husband, but his character is decent. Over the years, since she lived outside, he spent little time with her and felt guilty, so most of his salary was handed over to her.
He knew she was doing some small ventures outside, but turned a blind eye to it.
Shao Yiping was her childhood sweetheart, they knew each other since they were young, but eventually separated due to incompatibility in family status. Of course, at that time she also disliked Shao Yipingâs low status.
Rather than marrying a hooligan, she certainly preferred being the Presidentâs wife.
Once, she thought about living well with Hai Shuangjie. But after recurring miscarriages, her heart grew cold. Having no children was the biggest problem between her and Hai Shuangjie.
"Letâs not meet recently." Shao Yiping, a man not particularly tall, of medium build with rather stern features, carried the cunning of someone seasoned in society. As he dressed, he said, "Itâs getting more and more dangerous."
"What happened?" Zhou Yuan asked lazily from the bed, "I wasnât free before, now I finally have some time."
"Isnât it the trouble your adopted daughter caused?" Shao Yiping replied in irritation, "Why are you being so good to an adopted child?"
Zhou Yuan sighed, her expression somewhat complicated, "When I adopted her, it was during my most painful time, so I naturally showed her more sincerity, having raised her for so many years, how could there be no feelings?"
Shao Yiping had met Hai Lan a few times; his evaluation wasnât high. He had subtly warned Zhou Yuan several times to no avail. This time he spoke directly, "But I think your adopted daughter is not simple, sheâs a thankless white-eyed wolf, youâd better be careful, lest one day she sells you out."
"She wouldnât, Lanlan is very filial."
"Youâre lying to yourself."
Zhou Yuan sat up in bed, her nightgown slipping off her shoulder; Shao Yiping swallowed dryly, itching to pounce but ultimately restrained himself.
He had loved her for so many years, his heart never changing.
"Weâre getting older, and you still wonât divorce Hai Shuangjie and marry me?"
Zhou Yuan averted her gaze, looking down and avoiding eye contact.
Without receiving an answer, Shao Yiping understood she was still reluctant to give up the honor of being the Presidentâs wife, bitterly curling his lips.
"Howâs the investigation on the weapon matter going lately?" Zhou Yuan lit a cigarette for herself and smoked skillfully. At the Hai Family, at the hospital she had to maintain her image, never daring to smoke, only in front of Shao Yiping could she relax.
"Itâs precarious, I have to go hide for a while tomorrow. By the way, the issue I left for you to handle, howâs it going?"
Zhou Yuan flicked the ash off her cigarette, sneering coldly, "Donât worry, itâs all well taken care of. If caught..."
"If caught, I know what to say."
"Thatâs good." Zhou Yuan extinguished the cigarette, got off the bed, opened her bag, and handed a stack of money to Shao Yiping.
"Whatâs this supposed to mean?" Shao Yiping showed an angry expression.
"I know you ran out of money, your business was shattered by Meng Ping, without this money where could you escape to?"
Zhou Yuanâs condescending demeanor made Shao Yiping extremely angry, his face alternating between green and red.
"Donât you have a heart, Zhou Yuan?"
"My heart was eaten by dogs long ago."
"Haha... I must have been blind all these years, what have you taken me for?"