Chapter 124 Do you believe me?
During those days, Wen Baijing was extremely considerate to her and stayed by her side almost every step of the way.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't sleep well, she kept having nightmares, the shadow of being kidnapped was a bit heavy. After taking a few doses of Chinese medicine to calm the nerves and help sleep, she felt a little better.
I didn’t get to go on the Maldives trip that I had longed for, and the Cheval Blanc Manor was also a dream.
They were together 24 hours a day, with no privacy. Eating too much honey would make people choke, such as taking Chinese medicine. Wen Baijing stared at her while she was drinking the medicine, and there was no chance for her to secretly pour it out or drink less.
When he really didn't want to take the medicine, Wen Baijing would say, "Just take the medicine obediently and I'll buy you any gift you want."
Ye Zhenzhen frowned and said, "I don't want any gifts, I just want to drink less medicine. My burps smell like Chinese medicine now, and I feel like I'm soaked in a Chinese medicine jar."
She put her face close to Wen Baijing's nose and said aggrievedly: "You smell it..."
Wen Baijing deliberately took a deep breath and sniffed hard, "I can't smell it, there must be something wrong with your nose."
Ye Zhenzhen complained unwillingly: "It really is, smell it carefully again..."
Wen Baijing said thoughtfully: "Next time, let the Chinese medicine doctor give you a few more medicines. You have a problem with your nose too..."
Ye Zhenzhen was speechless and looked depressed. "What did you say..."
Even if she wanted to drink a few more yogurt occasionally, she couldn't do that. Wen Baijing tried to coax her earnestly: "The doctor said that you should eat less raw and cold food while taking Chinese medicine."
She was afraid of taking Chinese medicine not just because she was afraid of the bitterness. When the Chinese medicine doctor took her pulse, he said that her spleen and stomach were weak, so he specially added a few medicines to regulate the spleen and stomach when prescribing medicine.
Zhongli said that drinking Chinese medicine that strengthens the spleen and stomach will make you fat.
Ye Zhenzhen secretly posted an inquiry online and received a bunch of responses from female netizens sharing their own experiences. Almost without exception, all of them were exactly the same as what Zhongli had said.
However, one netizen’s reply was very eye-catching: good health is more important than anything else, so why should we pursue being thin?
When Ye Zhenzhen saw this message, she glanced at Wen Baijing out of the corner of her eye. The tone sounded a little familiar.
Wen Baijing sat in front of the computer seriously, concentrating on his work.
Ye Zhenzhen shook her head to dispel her doubts, and Wen Baijing didn't know her nickname.
Maybe she is in love, and all she can think about is Wen Baijing and Wen Baijing. She is simply hopeless.
The mist and rain were hazy and drizzled for many days.
After getting a new phone card, my phone showed many missed calls.
There was a strange local number that called her hundreds of times, probably because they couldn't get through to her, and sent her dozens of messages on purpose.
Ye Zhenzhen opened the text message, a little confused.
The content of the text messages was full of insults, almost unbearable to read. It was nothing more than scolding her for seducing her husband, saying that she deserved to die for being a mistress, and that she would be exposed on the Internet so that she would be disgraced and unable to live a normal life.
I guess I got the number wrong.
She ignored it.
I thought about calling to explain, but I was worried it was a scam. So I decided not to do it.
Wen Baijing had some important matters to attend to that day, so he went to work early in the morning. Ye Zhenzhen was woken up by Ye Mao's phone call.
As soon as the call was connected, Ye Mao's anxious voice came: "Sister, have you been online?"
Ye Zhenzhen slept soundly for a rare moment, and when she woke up, she asked blearily, "What happened?"
Ye Mao paced back and forth anxiously, and said a little embarrassedly: "Someone on Weibo said that you were a mistress and had sex with someone else's husband."
Ye Zhenzhen sat up in shock, and all her sleepiness disappeared in an instant. "I didn't do that. Who is talking nonsense?"
Ye Mao sighed and said, "I don't know either, so I'm asking you, who did you offend?"
"All I do every day is work. How could I offend anyone?" Ye Zhenzhen was a little puzzled and scratched her forehead.
Ye Mao said hesitantly, "Um, does Mr. Wen have a wife?"
"Ye Mao! Are you stupid?" Ye Zhenzhen jumped up from the bed, speaking a little fiercely, "When did he have a wife? What nonsense are you talking about!"
Ye Mao said weakly, "Oh, that's good. But who said that about you online?"
Ye Zhenzhen hung up the phone and couldn't fall asleep. She opened her phone and found the Weibo post that exposed her.
The person who exposed her posted several Weibo posts, naming her as a mistress, revealing that she was the store manager of a certain brand, and revealing her hotel stay record with a strange man.
开房记录显示的时间是2012年9月30日到10月2日。
I thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't figure out when she had checked into a hotel.
She and Wen Baijing seldom stayed in hotels, and the few times they did, it was when they traveled to nearby cities.
The key point is that she didn’t know the strange man at all and had never even heard of his name.
Ye Mao saw this exposure information on the local Weibo, and his colleagues and acquaintances saw it, and Wen Baijing would naturally see it as well.
Ye Zhenzhen was restless for a while, and her mood was extremely anxious.
She paced up and down the room, lost in thought.
If that Weibo post is not deleted, it will not only affect her reputation, but her dream of promotion and salary increase will most likely be shattered.
The main thing is how Wen Baijing will look at her.
Ye Zhenzhen chose to take the initiative, hoping that it would be much easier to deal with the situation after figuring it out.
Less than ten seconds after dialing the number, the abuse came, "Ye Zhenzhen, you bitch, why did you seduce my husband?"
Ye Zhenzhen clenched her fists and tried hard to suppress her anger. "Did you make a mistake? I don't even know your husband. I called you just to ask, who are you?"
The woman's gruff voice said, "You seduced my husband, and we both went to get a room together! How dare you ask who I am?"
Ye Zhenzhen could only say in a gentle voice: "I really don't know your husband, do you want to get to know him first..."
"You bitch, vixen, is this how your parents taught you to be shameless? Do you believe me, I'll go to your boss at work..."
The woman's noisy voice made Ye Zhenzhen feel anxious. After being scolded for a long time without getting any information out of her, she hung up the phone in frustration.
The bedroom was a bit stuffy, so I opened the glass door and went to the balcony to get some fresh air.
Spring has not yet ended, and the mist and rain darken thousands of homes in the south of the Yangtze River.
The teak-black rattan lounge chair becomes increasingly darker in color as it is soaked in the humid air.
Ye Zhenzhen sat on the rattan chair and slowly lay down. The cold touch bit into her bones, and soon, the chilly weather soaked her.
She put her fingers together and placed them on her forehead, then raised her eyelids and gazed at the sky. The clouds were green and the rain was long. The water was calm and the white mist was smoky.
Lying in the misty weather, people also seem to be as vague as smoke, and it seems that they will dissipate into smoke if they lose their energy.
I wonder how long this rain will last?
It was unknown when Wen Baijing came back.
He stood beside Ye Zhenzhen, slowly squatted down, and stroked her cheek with his dry and warm palm. The heat from his words floated to her face as soon as he opened his mouth: "Why are you lying here? Are you cold?"
His palms were big and warm, and the moment they touched hers she realized her cheeks were a little cold.
She turned her face to the side, her eyes were like a clear mountain spring, "Wen Baijing, do you believe me?"