Little One Tears the Villain’s Script

My Dear Baby (1)

But Liang Siyu couldn’t get any help from her father, because Liang Yuanqing himself was already overwhelmed at the moment.

When Wen Hui received the call from the police station, she was surprised, thinking that it was a scam call. “You… said that my husband was struggling with a woman and accidentally killed her?”

“She fell from the fourth floor, and is still being treated in the ICU.”

“If you’re sick, then go to the hospital! My husband is in the hospital right now! How could he have had a fight with others?”

“It happened in the hospital. He injured a visitor who came to see him.”

Wen Hui frowned and decided to go to the police station in case it was true.

If it really was true, she could send Liang Yuanqing in with a smile.

…and it really turned out to be true.

Wen Hui held her mantle in her hand and looked at Liang Yuanqing without speaking for a long time, because she found that she was speechless. Her husband had always been able to do things that attracted attention. Speaking of which, she really wanted to thank him for not killing her, so she could still live to this day. Otherwise, the person lying in the ICU today might have been her.

“The Wen family won’t bail you out.” Wen Hui had been working in the company these days, and she had grown a lot calmer. “What you do is your own responsibility. Whether you live or die, it has nothing to do with us.”

Not only would she not protect him, but she would also kick him while he was down.

Through her investigation this time, Wen Hui found out that there was something wrong with the company’s accounts.

For more than ten years, Liang Yuanqing had been secretly transferring property. The amount each time was not large and it was very hidden, but the total amount was considerable. Wen Hui still wanted to get the money back.

Liang Yuanqing looked as if he had aged a lot, and he was also injured. He looked very lonely, but he was no longer as hysterical and crazy.

He shook his head, “I didn’t call you here to make you bail me out.”

“Don’t try using your tricks again, I won’t be fooled anymore!”

“I know you’re investigating the properties I transferred.” Liang Yuanqing knew that she wouldn’t listen, so he only talked to himself. “I can help you get them back. I’ll help you.”

Wen Hui frowned even deeper, “How can I trust you? How can you be so kindhearted?”

Of course Liang Yuanqing wouldn’t be so kind. It wasn’t because he was repenting on his last days either. He simply wanted to help Wen Hui, and the reason was very simple. “I won’t let the Wen family’s property go to outsiders, not even a single cent! Of course our family business can only be passed on to our child. No one else should dream of getting it!”

Wen Hui laughed out loud, “Are you crazy? You threw her away because you were afraid that Xiaoman would rob you of property. Stop fooling me with these words! I just didn’t want to bail you out, but now I’ve changed my mind. I want to help the victim in the ICU sue you, I want you to spend the rest of your life in jail! Just wait to die!”

After speaking, Wen Hui was about to leave.

She felt that this man was not only crazy but also stupid, to treat others as fools.

But when she got up, she heard Liang Yuanqing slowly say, “The woman lying in the ICU right now is the woman I transferred the properties to. She is my mistress, I have been with her for 20 years behind your back. Even Liang Siyu is our child. We hid it from you and made you raise her. We made her call you mother and made you help raise your rival’s daughter. You still want to help her sue me?”

Wen Hui was dumbfounded.

She felt a rush of anger going straight to the top of her head. If it wasn’t for a glass wall blocking the way, she would really like to slash this beast named Liang Yuanqing with a thousand cuts!

How could this be?

It was not enough for him to destroy her, he even wanted to bring down his own child. He was just a beast!

Wen Hui looked at him with cold eyes, but she was unexpectedly calm and didn’t say a word.

Liang Yuanqing continued, “Get the properties back first. We can settle our matter whenever you want.”

Wen Hui sneered, “How can you get it back?”

“Make a lawsuit claiming joint property of husband and wife. I will help you.”

Obviously, Liang Yuanqing and his mistress broke up and he almost killed her. Wen Hui didn’t sympathize with that mistress, and she wouldn’t have the slightest sympathy for Liang Yuanqing because of his seemingly repentant behavior. She just felt sick.

“You’re really disgusting.”

He wanted to ruin his wife, wanted to ruin the Wen family, wanted to ruin his daughter, wanted to ruin his mistress and wanted to ruin even Liang Siyu, who was his own flesh and blood.

What a lunatic!

Wen Hui left the police station and immediately consulted a team of lawyers.

Although Liang Yuanqing’s behavior was bizarre and illogical, the lawyers said that according to the law governing the joint property of husband and wife, there was a high probability that they could be recovered.

Wen Hui felt even more disgusted, as if a fly was stuck in her throat.

Then, Wen Hui asked people to check the blood relationship between Liang Yuanqing and Liang Siyu, and found that the two were not related by blood.

Liang Yuanqing’s argument didn’t make sense.

Wen Hui pondered for a long time, and finally figured it out. She felt relieved, and she even ran to see Liang Yuanqing in jail to kick him while he was down.

“Unexpectedly, the daughter your mistress gave birth for you has no blood relationship with you! Hahahaha, the lid really fits the pot! You deserve it, Liang Yuanqing! You were duped so hard you were made to help raise someone else’s daughter! You think you’re a mastermind behind the scenes? You’re wrong! You’re just a green hat warrior¹, a pitiful bastard!”

Liang Yuanqing’s face turned ugly, but he quickly calmed down and said nothing else.

Wen Hui rubbed salt on his wound, but that’s because of his own doing.

Footnote:

1. A green hat is the symbol for cuckoldry

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