Fierce Ex-wife: President, Please Be Careful

Zhao Youxi, who was nearly strangled to death fled home right after she was tossed out of the hospital.

Li Hongyu was sitting on the couch. She laced her fingers together, looking restless at that moment. Her usual fake, gentle smile on her face also changed significantly, showing a hint of grievance.

The sudden noise from outside snapped Li Hongyu out of her daze. She rose, and looked back, only to see Zhao Youxi stumbled her way as she dashed in. She looked like a mess.

Li Hongyu’s heart clutched. She panicked and hurriedly walked over to Zhao Youxi. She asked in surprise, “Youxi, what’s going on? Why are you looking like a mess? Oh, dear! What happened to your neck?”

Although Mu Tingfeng did not break Zhao Youxi’s neck, he inevitably left a dark bruise on it.

The large patch of the bruise was visibly shown on Zhao Youxi’s fair neck. It looked scary.

Li Hongyu was very shocked. She drew in a cold breath, and wanted to reach out to touch her neck, yet, she was afraid of inflicting pain on her wound.

Li Hongyu looked increasingly aggrieved. Seeing this, Zhao Youxi held her outstretched hand, and said in tears, “Mother, what should I do now? This time, I’m dead! I’m so dead!”

This was Zhao Youxi’s first time experiencing a death threat. Ever since young, she was pampered at home. She always bullied the weak and feared the strong. Now, she was so panicked that her face turned pale. She held Li Hongyu’s hand, not willing to let it go. Her nervousness got the better of her.

Li Hongyu’s heart thumped when she heard the word “dead”. She looked at her daughter, who looked pitiful, and was scared out of her wits. She forced herself to keep calm, and said, “Youxi, don’t get so worked up. Tell me, what’s going on? Didn’t you go and visit President Mu in the hospital? Did you see him? Why did you come back looking like this?”

Under Li Hongyu’s comfort, Zhao Youlin slowly recovered her rationality. Her face was ghastly pale as she looked up at Li Hongyu. She said in teary eyes, “Mother, he knows. He knows!”

“What’s with who knowing about what?”

Zhao Youxi’s tears unwittingly streamed down from her face, and she muffled her voice as she said, “President Mu… President Mu has learned the truth. He knew that I was the culprit for the elevator accident. Mother, what should I do now? President Mu looks like he has truly fallen for that wench. He nearly wanted to strangle me to death just now! Strangle me to death!”

Li Hongyu’s mind was blown up. She felt like she had been struck by lightning upon hearing Zhao Youxi’s words. For a moment, she found all her words had been in vain. Her mind blacked out and she uncontrollably fell backward.

“Ahhh! Mother, how are you?! Can someone come over?! My mother has fainted! Come over now! Mother…”

Zhao Youxi’s shriek echoed in Li Hongyu’s ears. However, she could not care much less about it. The moment she fell into unconsciousness, all she had in her mind was that they were doomed!

Zhao Youxi and her mother fell into turmoil. Meanwhile, Zhao Youlin was going through a completely different type of suffering.

Ever since Duan Yarong mentioned to her about Mu Tingfeng’s dysfunction in that area, Zhao Youlin felt like the world had let her down. Whenever she faced Mu Tingfeng, she could not help but relate to this incident, and she… ended up laughing so hard.

“What’s so funny?” Mu Tingfeng frowned, looking at the woman bursting out in laughter for the third time in a day.

Usually, he enjoyed watching the person before him laughing heartily. However, recently, he found something was wrong with the way Zhao Youlin looked at him. Sometimes, he even felt a sense of bone-chilling creepiness…

President Mu was used to oppressing the others using his gaze. This was his first time experiencing so. To be precise, the hint of oppression from her gaze was related to his performance in bed.

Upon hearing Mu Tingfeng’s question, Zhao Youlin’s facial expression tensed up, and she replied calmly, “Nothing.”

Mu Tingfeng looked at Zhao Youlin suspiciously, “Oh…”

Upon hearing his brief reply with a hint of helplessness, the corners of Zhao Youlin’s lips unwittingly curled up once again.

She took the thermo flask that was placed on the table routinely. A glimpse of wickedness flashed across her eyes.

Who would have thought the glorious, outstanding man whose status topped the list in Shalnork was actually a cripple when it came to living his normal life, which was completely different compared to when he dealt with his work in the corporate world.

He literally needed a person to clothe him and spoon-feed him. On top of that, he was someone who was extremely hard to please!

For instance, after several days of interaction with him, Zhao Youlin found a hilarious weakness from the man — extreme pickiness about his food.

He was not like any normal picky eater. Instead, he was an extremely picky eater. Aside from being picky about food ingredients, if one changed the approach of preparing the same dish, he lost appetite and turned the dish away.

Above all, he clearly expressed his extremity as a picky eater with no intention to cover it up. Whenever he saw the food that he disliked, his expression darkened and he stared at the food, as if by staring at it, the food would vanish on its own.

Looking at his unusually childish demeanor, she could not help but relate him to Joy. Whenever Joy saw the food that he disliked, his clear eyes grew so big, and he would stare at the food for some time, as if by staring at it, the food would run away on its own.

However, in the end, she always forced the child to consume the food against his own will, this was especially when… a carrot dish was placed in front of him.

Looking at the person before her who hated carrots just like Joy while staring at the carrots inside the lunchbox, as if by staring like so, the carrots themselves would disappear, she could not help but feel like wanting to burst into laughter.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you like this dish? I personally prepared it. If you don’t fancy the dish, I’ll ask the kitchen lady to prepare other dishes.” Zhao Youlin tried hard not to burst into laughter. She pretended to look unhappy as a result of his disdainfulness toward her dish.

Indeed, right after Mu Tingfeng heard her words, he denied, and said, “No need. The dish tastes good. I… really… like… it…”

Mu Tingfeng gritted his teeth as he spoke the last words. Meanwhile, Zhao Youlin gloated discreetly, and she twisted the knife in his wound by adding, “Well, if so, you have to eat this daily. After all, this is the only dish that I know how to prepare.”

Mu Tingfeng fell silent. His expression turned… black, and he was darker than night.