Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“A jinx that caused a suicide?” muttered Shen Mochen.
At that point, Huo Weiwu knew she had revealed too much and caused Shen Mochen to worry. She immediately added, “Don’t worry; I’m a realist, and I don’t believe in these superstitions. Besides, my wedding with Gu Haoting will be a quiet affair and not many people will know about it. And Gu Haoting won’t be roaming around here for much longer, because he’ll have to return to the military soon. When that time comes, I’ll regain my freedom.”
At the thought of her freedom, Huo Weiwu sighed deeply. She laid down on her bed again.
“Regardless, be extra cautious. That many coincidences make it seem unnatural,” Shen Mochen cautioned her.
“I got it. I’ve got to hang up now. Big brother, go get busy,” Huo Weiwu said, lightly stretching her bandaged foot. She couldn’t let her brothers find out that she had gotten injured because of Gu Haoting. In order to avoid the possibility of them asking to see her in person, she decided to cut off the conversation here. “I’ll visit you guys when I have more time.”
After hanging up, Huo Weiwu gave Yanzi a call. “Yanzi, I’m back. I can return your identity card to you now. Do you want to drop by my house?”
“Sure, Sister Huo. I have something to tell you anyway,” said Yanzi in a sweet voice.
Huo Weiwu narrowed her eyes. “Why do I have a feeling that it’s something bad?”
“It’s good news. I’ll tell you when I see you later,” Yanzi excitedly hung up after those words.
Huo Weiwu placed her phone beside her pillow and folded her hands on her abdomen.
She was feeling bored, so it would be nice to have a friend come over anyway.
The phone started ringing.
When she saw Gu Jiaoxue’s name appear on the screen, she decided not to answer.
The ringing stopped after some time. However, it soon started again.
This time, it was from a foreign number.
Huo Weiwu answered the call suspiciously.
“Hello, who is this?” asked Huo Weiwu.
“Huo Weiwu, you refused to answer my calls, but you picked up a call from a foreign number! What’s the meaning of this!” Gu Jiaoxue raged.
“Obviously, I don’t want to talk to you,” Huo Weiwu told her honestly. “I made that very clear, but you still couldn’t understand it?”
“Huo Weiwu, you’re afraid of receiving my wedding invitation, aren’t you? That’s why you refused to answer my call,” Gu Jiaoxue said mockingly.
Huo Weiwu paused momentarily as she closed her eyes.
“Say something!” Gu Jiaoxue screeched.
Huo Weiwu’s lips curled into a smile, but her gaze was icy as she opened her eyes.
“This woman is self-centered and arrogant. Just like her brother,” she thought.
“I hope that you guys will be able to celebrate your anniversary year after year,” said Huo Weiwu.
Gu Jiaoxue was angered. “You’re cursing us and hoping we get divorced!”
“I can’t do anything about it if that’s what you want to think. However, I really don’t understand—you knew from the start that you wouldn’t hear any nice words from me, so why did you still call me and get yourself all worked up? Gu Jiaoxue, it’s almost like you were asking for it,” Huo Weiwu suggested breezily.
“You’re the one who’s asking for it. You knew very well that Wei Yankang and I are getting married, so what are you trying to accomplish by insisting on becoming my sister-in-law? Are you trying to continue an affair with Kang? You really are shameless…”
Before Gu Jiaoxue could finish her words, Huo Weiwu hung up.
Gu Jiaoxue called again.
Huo Weiwu frowned in irritation and answered.
Gu Jiaoxue started swearing the moment the call was connected. “You’re the most shameless b*tch that I’ve ever encountered. Your father must have been so ashamed to have a daughter like you. It’s no wonder that he was killed by his own anger!”
Huo Weiwu felt a pain in her chest. A sharp and icy glint flashed across her eyes as she curled her lips wickedly. “Gu Jiaoxue, Wei Yankang didn’t return home last night, did he?”
Gu Jiaxue paused momentarily. The arrogance that had previously filled her voice disappeared instantly. She asked, “What do you mean?”
“He spent the entire night here,” Huo Weiwu sneered.
“Wei Yankang…” Gu Jiaoxue’s sharp voice squeaked in rage.
Huo Weiwu disconnected the call. She shut her eyes and embraced the silence that greeted her.