My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s-Chapter 701

Chapter 701: Chapter 693: The Baby is Killed Chapter 701: Chapter 693: The Baby is Killed She hugged her designer bag and cried for a long time before she stood up and hopped around looking for her other shoe.

“Heh…” She wiped away her tears and sneered.

“Gu Ning, you dream of getting rid of me.

It’s not your life I’ve saved for nothing, it’s not up to you to kick me out so easily, it’s up to me.”

She opened her bag and took out a small mirror.

She stared at her own face in it, and when she saw the smudges on her face, she was so angry that she threw the mirror again.

It had to be said, this was the worst day she’d had since leaving Li Tang Village, the day she most hated, and of course, a day that could ruin everything she now possessed.

After fixing her makeup, she lifted her head and straightened her chest, walking away on her high heels.

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“What did you say, he’s breaking up with you?”

Her friend’s eyes widened in surprise when she heard this, “Xiaomei, did he really say that?”

Zhang Xiaomei’s face was blue with anger.

Although she wasn’t crying anymore, her eyes were still swollen.

“Xiaomei,” the woman reached out and patted Zhang Xiaomei’s shoulder, “I think you’ve definitely been cuckolded.”

“Cuckolded?”

As soon as Zhang Xiaomei heard this, it felt uncomfortable, no matter how she listened, it pained her heart.

“Exactly,” the woman pointed out and analyzed to Zhang Xiaomei, “Didn’t we see Gu Ning outside the mall last time?

Actually, I haven’t told you, there was a woman in Gu Ning’s car at the time.

Look, now he wants to break up with you, isn’t it obvious?”

Zhang Xiaomei bit her teeth and furiously kicked the corner of the sofa with her heel.

“Then what do you think I should do?”

Zhang Xiaomei clutched the woman’s arm, her fingernails nearly digging into the woman’s flesh, causing her to wince in pain and hastily pull her arm away.

“What else?

Of course, you should find the other woman.”

“How would I know where the other woman is?”

Zhang Xiaomei, unable to grab anyone else, could only clutch her own clothes, wrinkling her newly bought dress.

“You can’t track him?

Stupid.”

The woman truly thought Zhang Xiaomei was too simple-minded.

Such an obvious point, yet she didn’t get it.

Studying abroad these years had been a waste, indeed a waste.

If it weren’t a waste, where would her plastic face have come from?

Zhang Xiaomei lowered her head and fiercely tugged at her dress then stood up.

After wobbling in her high heels for a bit, she ran out.

“In a hurry now, what were you doing before?”

And the woman in the room blew on her fingers, “Gu Ning being with you is really a waste.

Actually, I do hope you get cuckolded, so you can’t strut around in front of me anymore?”

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Zhang Xiaomei would probably never know in her lifetime that she had not only acquired a plastic face but also a plastic sisterhood.

After Zhang Xiaomei left, she went straight back to the Gu Family to find Mother Gu.

At the Gu Family, the only person she could turn to was Mother Gu.

The other members of the Gu Family didn’t pay much attention to her.

She was afraid of Father Gu and equally scared of her big brother Gu Ning, so the one she feared the least was Mother Gu, who became her venting ground for all her complaints and grievances.

“Is she here?” Mother Gu asked the housemaid in a soft voice.

The maid nodded hurriedly, “She’s fuming, as if ready to commit murder.”

Mother Gu quickly pulled up the quilt to cover herself, “You just say I’ve recently succumbed to another bout of nervous breakdown and was asleep just now.”

The maid made an OK gesture towards Mother Gu, indicating she understood what to do.

It wasn’t that Mother Gu was faking to deceive anyone; right now it was a feigned nervous breakdown, but if Zhang Xiaomei did come, it would turn into a real one.

It had taken her so long to recuperate and she couldn’t let all that effort go to waste, not to mention taking all those medications for nothing.

As for Zhang Xiaomei’s issues, they were all Gu Ning’s problems.

Let Gu Ning sort them out himself.

Her son had grown up independently, always making decisions for himself; Gu Ning’s older brother had been the same, and surely there was no reason for the parents to suffer on his behalf.

As soon as Mother Gu had settled down, Zhang Xiaomei arrived with a dark expression.

But when she heard that Mother Gu was experiencing another nervous breakdown and couldn’t see visitors, her face became even darker.

On her way back, every step she took on the floor echoed thunderously, as if she wished she could stomp a hole through it.

Only after Zhang Xiaomei had left did Mother Gu sit up.

She pressed her hand against her forehead, then took out a pill and popped it into her mouth.

Really, when would all this end?

When would she finally repay the debt of gratitude?

If this kept up, didn’t the Gu Family owe Tang Yuxin more than just one life?

How many lifetimes would it take to repay her?

While Mother Gu was dealing with her headache, Zhang Xiaomei was obviously even more vexed.

She had made a trip in vain, not meeting anyone and returning with a bellyful of anger.

With a hardened heart, she hailed a taxi, ready to go to the security company.

But the driver, upon hearing the destination, refused to go.

Not only was the place too remote, but it also wasn’t a place just anyone could visit.

In the end, left with no choice, Zhang Xiaomei had to increase her offer several times before the driver agreed.

She couldn’t believe how foolish she’d been to take Gu Ning’s word and not visit his company.

If she wanted to go, there were plenty of reasons she could.

It was best not to let her find out about any mistress because if she did, she would certainly make that woman pay with her life.

Daring to steal her man was simply courting death.

Seeing the ferocity on Zhang Xiaomei’s plastic face, the driver was so frightened that he considered abandoning the car and fleeing.

He felt like this woman was out to rob, rape, and murder.

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Throughout the trip, as Zhang Xiaomei’s face grew increasingly terrifying with the thought of confronting the mistress, the driver’s heartbeat raced in tandem.

His face grew red and his neck thick, bracing for the moment when Zhang Xiaomei might commit a robbery.

Several times he thought of abandoning the car and running away, but every time the thought crossed his mind, Zhang Xiaomei’s expression would become even more menacing, and his feeble legs would give way.

In his eagerness to reach the destination as quickly as possible, he really floored the gas pedal, which made the car speed up.

The faster the car went, the more unbearable the ride became for its passengers.

“We’re here.”

The driver wiped away his sweat, stopped the car, and no sooner had he come to a halt than Zhang Xiaomei had already opened the door and stepped out, her purse in hand, with an expressionless face.

She rummaged inside her bag—what could she be looking for, a knife perhaps?

Seeing this, the driver decided to forgo the fare, spun the steering wheel, and sped away.