Chapter 1870
Ferocious Boss: Hubby, Let's Get Married
Translator: 549690339
He even threw her in public, causing her to run around naked in public. Someone took photos of her and posted them on the internet, which caused another wave of shock to her husbandâs participation in the election.
Mrs. Jones had been bullied at home, so she could only live her life carefully and did not dare to show her face.
More than half a month had passed, and the limelight had died down a little. Hence, she came over to do what she wanted to do together.
Mrs. Jones already hated Murong Mian to the bone. Ji Mianmianâs words made her so angry that she wanted to smash her head and chew her bones into pieces.
Mrs. Jones had always felt that her good life had been ruined because of them. She had to take revenge.
âThatâs right, thatâs right,â Ji Mianmian provoked.âIf it wasnât me, who else do you think it was?â
She hoped to anger Mrs. Jones, or else she would be tricked into telling her the truth.
As expected, his words triggered Mrs. Jones.ââGood, good ... Itâs really good. Ji Mianmian, I donât know if youâre really stupid or if youâre just pretending. I think you should know that Murong Mian had a heart transplant.â
Ji Mianmian was stunned. Heart transplant?
She immediately remembered the scar on Murong Mianâs chest. Li Nanke had said that it was probably due to major surgery. She had actually touched the scar. She had never thought that it was a scar left behind by a heart transplant.
But Murong Mian didnât say anything. If he had an operation, why didnât he tell her?
So what if he had a heart transplant? as long as he was alive, nothing else mattered.
But why didnât he say anything? Was he afraid that she would worry?
Ji Mianmianâs brief silence allowed Mrs. Jones to finally find a loophole.âLooks like you donât know. Tsk, youâve kept it a secret. You didnât even tell me that his heart belongs to someone else. Youâve seen the surgical scar on his chest, right?â
Ji Mianmianâs heart skipped a beat at Mrs. Jones âwords.â This old B * tch has bad intentions. Perhaps sheâs lying to me. I canât be controlled by her. â
No matter what she said, he couldnât respond to her.
Ji Mianmian laughed coldly and said in disdain,ââGod knows what youâre talking about. My husband is very good. Even if you want to make up a lie, you should at least make it sound more convincing. Although Iâm not as cunning as you, Iâm not an idiot. Itâs useless for you to say this to me. If youâre so capable, go and tell my husband. Iâll see how heâll deal with you.â
Mrs. Jones chuckled and continued,ââHis heart and body are still in a period of adjustment. Sometimes, he still has to endure rejection, so he canât be stimulated or do vigorous activities. He has been taking medicine all this time, but you donât seem to know about this. I want to know what else you know as a wife.â
Ji Mianmian clenched her fists.âNone of your business. If you have the time, you should think about hooking up with more rich businessmen. Otherwise, your good days will be over.â
Ji Mianmian only heard Mrs. Jones laugh.ââOf course itâs my business, because I know that the Murong Mian now is not the Murong Mian of the past.â
âStop your nonsense,â Ji Mianmian immediately retorted,âmy husband is not Murong Mian. You are. You want the Murong familyâs money? youâre really trying to get it all out of you.â
âDonât worry,âMrs. Jones chuckled,â or rather, he has some kind of secret relationship with the real Murong Mian. Donât you want to know?â