WBSGVS Chapter 231 V2

Objectively, Ning Xi suited the role far better than Su Yan ever had.

In the previous timeline, Su Yan hadn’t pissed off Su Qingli, so she had gone easy on him as her nephew. Even if he wasn’t the best fit, she adjusted the role to make it work for him.

Zhao Muyun felt a twinge of envy, but more than that, she felt shock, resignation, and regret. Missing out on this drama stung more than she’d expected—worse than when she had first lost the role.

Because this time, Feng Sha was an even bigger hit than before.

She no longer had doubts.

She was just incredibly frustrated with herself—how could she have missed out on such a golden opportunity because of Zhao Rongrong?! Was she out of her mind?! She never should’ve let Zhao Rongrong come! Didn’t the company already assign her an assistant? What was the point of bringing in Zhao Rongrong?!

Zhao Muyun slowly lifted her head and looked at Zhao Rongrong.

The woman, who was quietly knitting a sweater, sensed something was off and looked up—just in time to hear her niece say, “Auntie, I bought you a train ticket. You’re heading back tomorrow.”

“Muyun!” Zhao Rongrong called out in a panic, “I… I have to take care of you!”

Zhao Muyun’s face darkened. “Because of your ‘care,’ I missed my most important opportunity. Now, netizens are digging up dirt from five years ago, and your scandal with He Tianzhuo has resurfaced. If you stay by my side, it’ll just keep reminding everyone of it. My future’s going to be even harder!”

Zhao Rongrong’s face went pale. She bit her lip and didn’t dare speak.

But Zhao Muyun had already made up her mind. She couldn’t let her aunt stay just because she looked pitiful. She could always send money home later. The family wasn’t poor anymore, and no one would force Zhao Rongrong to get married.

She sent the train ticket info to her aunt, ran her hands through her long hair, and went to bed.

Zhao Rongrong looked at her phone. It was a high-speed train ticket for 2 p.m. the next day—plenty of time. But… she didn’t want to go back.

Back home, people were ignorant, and her brother and sister-in-law weren’t exactly welcoming. As a divorced woman returning to her hometown, she was never treated kindly. People were always gossiping, and she’d even overheard her brother and sister-in-law whispering about wanting her to get remarried soon, saying she was wasting food just by staying around.

But she worked too! A live-in maid would cost more than her, and she didn’t even get paid.

Only after leaving home did she finally feel free.

Now they wanted her to go back? She didn’t want to.

But Zhao Muyun had always been firm—what she said went. Even though she was still young, she was extremely decisive. Zhao Rongrong didn’t dare push back. She quietly returned to her room.

—

The next day, Zhao Muyun went to work. Zhao Rongrong didn’t follow her this time. Instead, she stayed behind, packed her things, and took a cab to another apartment complex.

Half an hour later, He Tianzhuo stood at his doorway, staring at the pitiful woman in front of him. His expression changed, and he was about to turn her away—

But Zhao Rongrong threw herself into his arms and whispered, “I have nowhere else to go…”

He Tianzhuo’s throat tightened. He stiffened for a few seconds, then let out a sigh. “Come in.”

There was no need to panic.

If Su Qingli could keep a boy toy, why couldn’t he keep a woman?

Zhao Rongrong knew her situation, yet she still came to him. Even if he was embarrassed about his physical condition, he wasn’t willing to give her up.

And he wanted to piss off Su Qingli.

Once Phoenix Kill made money, they’d be getting divorced anyway. And once they did, he’d be entitled to a share of the profits—let her fume all she wanted; there’d be nothing she could do about it!

—

The next day, gossip about He Tianzhuo and Zhao Rongrong hit the trending topics again.

This time it was even spicier—photos of Zhao Rongrong moving into his place went viral.

The paparazzi and gossip-hungry netizens went wild.

Some joked:

“This couple knows how to play—one runs off to a toy boy’s place, the other brings a woman home. Juicy!”

But others weren’t having it:

“Stop trying to spin this! He’s a cheating scumbag—and impotent. Disgusting!”

“Don’t lump Ning Xi in with Zhao Rongrong. Ning Xi’s just looking for someone to rely on—Zhao Rongrong’s straight-up a homewrecker. And He Tianzhuo? Vile. Boycott him!”

“Poor Liuli! Her home’s been invaded by the mistress!”

The internet was in an uproar, but this time, He Tianzhuo didn’t react like before. He copied Su Qingli’s strategy—complete silence. No response, no denial. After all, no one had actual proof of infidelity. It was just two people under the same roof.

Even when the media called him nonstop, he didn’t respond.

But Su Qingli’s side wasn’t so lucky—she got swarmed too.

Because her new project had just been greenlit and she was auditioning actors, she had just finished a meeting with a talent agent when the media cornered her.

Microphones practically jammed into her face, they fired questions nonstop:

“Writer Liuli, what’s your take on He Tianzhuo bringing Zhao Rongrong home and staying with her for over ten hours—and then she went back in again just two or three hours later?”

“Writer Liuli, is your marriage with He Tianzhuo officially over?”

“Writer Liuli…”

When the questions finally paused for breath, Su Qingli took a mic, composed herself, and calmly said:

“Oh, that? I have no real thoughts. Honestly, expecting any kind of moral integrity from those two is wishful thinking—I’ve stopped hoping.”

“As for our marriage, we’re not divorced yet, but we will be. He Tianzhuo refuses to cooperate.”

The media went wild. Finally—a public figure who didn’t dodge or sugarcoat things!

They jumped in excitedly:

“Ms. Liuli, when did you decide to divorce him?”

“Why didn’t you leave him five years ago? Was it because of his injuries?”

Su Qingli nodded without hesitation.

“Yeah. I softened. I figured, with the shape he was in, a divorce might crush him, so I stuck it out. But now? I can’t keep doing this.”

A bold reporter asked:

“Is it because of He Tianzhuo’s affair?!”

After all, no one had caught them red-handed—just photos of Zhao Rongrong entering his apartment. But if Su Qingli confirmed it, the weight of her words would change everything.

All eyes locked onto her. Every camera zoomed in, not missing a single frame.

But Su Qingli simply shook her head, looked straight into the lens, and said calmly:

“That’s part of it, yes. But the bigger reason is—I want a child. And He Tianzhuo…” She paused, her expression touched with helplessness, and gently said, “Let’s just say, his situation makes that impossible. Guess I just love kids too much.”

The reporters instantly understood.

“Totally get it! Totally understand!”

He Tianzhuo, upon reading the news:

“…………”

Understand my ass!

Wasn’t once enough?! Did she have to bring that up over and over again?! How is he the one being humiliated now?!