Chapter 310 – My Dear CEO Wife – Little Angel (10)
Wen Changrou excitedly told Zu Shuang the news of Bai Tang’s awakening. While working, she accidentally poked four holes in the sample packaging that the development department had just given her.
“Zu Shuang, what’s wrong with you?” the design department manager said sternly.
This was a high-priority project for the company—a product update scheduled to relaunch in two weeks. Everyone was working overtime.
Zu Shuang took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, it was an accident…”
She had never been serious about her work, focusing instead on networking. Still, everyone turned a blind eye—after all, she was someone the Second Young Lady had personally placed in the company.
Making a phone call during work hours, letting personal matters affect her performance, even being in a bad mood—those things were forgivable. Everyone had emergencies and off days. But damaging company property was another matter entirely.
The problem was that Zu Shuang’s apology didn’t sound sincere.
Hearing Zu Shuang’s voice on the other end of the phone, Wen Changrou quickly said, “I’m sorry for disturbing your work, Shuang Shuang. Please give the phone to your manager—I’ll explain to him.” Wen Changrou felt guilty for having caused Zu Shuang to be reprimanded.
“I’m very busy right now, I’m hanging up,” Zu Shuang replied curtly. Recently, aside from helping her enter the Wen Group, Wen Changrou hadn’t been of much use to her. Her grand ambitions were going nowhere, and now Bai Tang’s awakening—and the possibility that he might talk about her graduation project—made her increasingly anxious.
Wen Changrou had been spoiled by the Wen family, naive and innocent. If she weren’t the male lead’s sister, she probably would have ended up like Bai Tang—a naive, easily manipulated pawn.
Zu Shuang hung up. Wen Changrou, still concerned about their friendship, wondered if Zu Shuang had been bullied at work. After telling the housekeeper, “I’m going to the company,” she grabbed her bag and had the driver take her there.
To train Wen Changrou, Wen Changhe had delegated some management authority to her.
It might have been better if she hadn’t joined the company at all. But since she had, with Wen Changhe’s secretary, assistant, and the department manager all under her command, did they really think she could get away easily?!
As soon as Wen Changrou entered the company and arrived at the design department, she had only exchanged a few words with the design manager when the secretary, having heard the commotion, hurried over and whisked her away. Wen Changrou only had time to tell Zu Shuang, “I’ll go to the hospital with you after work,” before being led out of the department.
The design manager didn’t want to argue with a privileged newcomer like Zu Shuang who had gotten in through connections. He simply apologized to the production department and asked them to send another sample.
Zu Shuang absentmindedly organized the documents, her mind racing. How could she silence Bai Tang—to keep him from mentioning her graduation project, or better yet, from ever returning to school?
Thinking it over, she realized it wasn’t feasible. She wouldn’t be back at school to collect her graduation certificate for another three months—what good would stopping him now do?
By the time she got off work, Zu Shuang still hadn’t come up with a good idea. Wen Changrou came to find her, and they went to the hospital together.
On the way, Wen Changrou complained to Zu Shuang about how many things there were to handle at the company—and how annoying they were. Zu Shuang immediately caught the key point: so many things? Annoying things? What was going on?
Through seemingly concerned questions, she learned that Wen Changhe had actually allowed Wen Changrou to manage the company’s internal affairs, while he himself was at the hospital with Bai Tang.
The news sent a wave of panic through Zu Shuang. Wen Changhe and Bai Tang?
She couldn’t imagine what would happen if Bai Tang told Wen Changhe the truth before she did—and if Wen Changhe believed him. Would she still have a place in the design industry?
Wen Changrou only mentioned it briefly and didn’t elaborate on the current relationship between Wen Changhe and Bai Tang. She felt it was too soon to call Bai Tang her future sister-in-law, especially since Bai Tang still needed the approval of the Wen parents. Everything was uncertain, and there was no need to discuss what wasn’t settled.
This relieved Zu Shuang. In her eyes, Wen Changhe was only visiting Bai Tang because of Wen Changrou. After all, everyone in their class had seen how much Wen Changhe spoiled his sister—the generous monthly allowance he gave her and the way he indulged her were the envy of many.
When they arrived at the hospital, only Bai Tang was in the ward. His parents had gone out to eat. Coincidentally, Wen Changhe had been called in for a consultation with a doctor who had just returned from abroad. The discussion concerned Bai Tang’s health. Wen Changhe didn’t know the details yet and didn’t want Bai Tang to overhear anything that might upset him.
“Tang Tang, I heard you woke up yesterday, but I only had time to come today. Congratulations…” Wen Changrou handed him a fruit basket.
Bai Tang smiled at her and slowly said, “Wen Changrou~”
“Ah, you can talk!” Wen Changrou exclaimed in surprise. The boy’s voice was soft, sweet, and gentle—just like his personality. Hearing him call her name made her heart melt.
“It’s still not very good,” the boy said.
Wen Changrou stepped forward, pulled out a chair, and was about to sit down when she suddenly clutched her stomach and cried out in pain. She seemed to realize something and looked a little embarrassed.
She pushed Zu Shuang forward. “You two talk first, I need to go to the restroom…”
She rummaged through her bag, found nothing she needed, whispered a few words to Zu Shuang, and Zu Shuang kindly took out a large band-aid from her own bag. Wen Changrou grabbed it, slipped it into her pocket, and hurriedly left the ward.
Now only Bai Tang and Zu Shuang were left. Bai Tang looked at Zu Shuang with open disdain—he couldn’t even be bothered to hide it; the contempt was written plainly on his face.
Zu Shuang smiled gently at him and said, “Congratulations, you’re finally awake. We’ve been so worried about you for the past month.”
Bai Tang remained silent, pursing his lips. Zu Shuang wasn’t surprised; in her memory, Bai Tang was a shy and reserved boy who didn’t like interacting with people and had few friends. They’d never been particularly close.
“Bai Tang, I did something I’m sorry for.” Zu Shuang paused, carefully observing Bai Tang’s reaction. Seeing that he didn’t show any expression, she recited the explanation she had prepared on the way there: “When submitting our graduation projects, because you were in a car accident, I submitted yours on your behalf—but I forgot to label mine and yours separately, which caused our professor to mix them up.”
This was Zu Shuang’s strategy of retreating to advance. The deed was already done, and the outcome couldn’t be changed. But how she explained it was up to her. It was best if Bai Tang believed her; if not, it didn’t matter. What was done was done. If Bai Tang got angry and lashed out at her, she could always play the victim in front of Wen Changrou later.
After hearing Zu Shuang’s self-justification, Bai Tang was genuinely both amused and exasperated. He had never seen anything so shameless. Truly, shamelessness knew no bounds—the so-called female lead of this world was incredibly skilled at twisting things to suit herself.
The boy stammered, “You… get… out.” He curled his lip, unwilling to see Zu Shuang any longer.
“You…” Zu Shuang, who had latched onto Wen Changrou’s coattails, was used to tolerating Wen Changrou’s temper—but anyone else who offended her would pay the price.
Just as she was about to unleash a torrent of abuse, she caught sight of a figure outside the door wearing a floral top. A thought struck her. She moved closer to Bai Tang, deliberately lowering her voice so only he could hear: “Your design is gone. What are you going to do?”
As she spoke, she noticed Bai Tang holding a men’s watch. Seizing the chance to provoke him further, she snatched the watch from his hand.
Bai Tang was indeed alarmed. He could dismiss Zu Shuang’s words as nonsense, but that watch was something Wen Changhe had given him to tell time. He would never allow anyone to touch his husband’s things—especially not someone as ill-intentioned as Zu Shuang.
The boy lunged to grab it back, but Zu Shuang’s lips curled into a smile as she cried out, “I didn’t mean to—ah!”
Both of them tumbled to the floor, Zu Shuang bearing the brunt of the fall. Her head hit the leg of a chair, and the sharp pain almost kept her from getting up.
The act was done—but the performance still had to continue.
Zu Shuang hadn’t forgotten her purpose. The figure outside the door was probably Wen Changrou, returning from the restroom. She wanted Wen Changrou to see for herself what a vicious and petty person Bai Tang supposedly was.
What Zu Shuang didn’t know was that Madam Wen had arrived even earlier—and had seen far more than Zu Shuang intended her to see.
Previously, out of concern for Wen Changhe, Madam Wen had bribed a nurse to secretly place a listening device under Bai Tang’s bed while changing his IV drip. Her aim had been to find out what kind of person the boy really was in private.
Unexpectedly, that listening device came in handy today.
Zu Shuang’s double-dealing—his framing and threats against Bai Tang—was all overheard by Mother Wen.
Zu Shuang thought the hospital room was soundproof, that those outside would only judge the “victim” based on what they saw. She hadn’t expected Mother Wen to pull such a stunt—to see through the facade and hear the truth—further deepening her already favorable impression of the boy.
After all, everyone has empathy. How painful it must have been for Bai Tang, still recovering, to face such provocation and false accusations from a classmate.
Mother Wen entered and helped Bai Tang up, completely ignoring Zu Shuang, who had ended up serving as a human cushion.
Qiu’er reminded him softly, “Tang Tang, this is Wen Changhe’s mother.”
Bai Tang’s heart tightened. Had Mother Wen misunderstood him?
Xiao A quickly added, “Don’t worry, host. Mother Wen knows the truth.” The implication was clear—she wouldn’t wrongly accuse Bai Tang.
The boy’s eyes welled up with tears from the fall, but he didn’t cry.
Mother Wen’s heart softened when she heard the boy’s soft, sweet voice. “Thank you, Auntie~”
It felt as if several squirrels had run into Mother Wen’s heart, rubbing against it with their fluffy little bodies and begging for affection.
“Can I call you Tang Tang? Are you alright?” Mother Wen’s tone was incredibly gentle; only Wen Changhe and Wen Changrou had received such tenderness when they were little.
“Sure~” Bai Tang, the little angel, smiled. His eyes curved, and two tiny dimples appeared on his cheeks.
The little angel’s smile seemed to possess a magical power—it made people relax without realizing it, washing away all their worries.
Mother Wen was utterly charmed, so much so that she momentarily forgot why she had even come—until Bai Tang handed her a glass of water, bringing her back to her senses.
“Auntie, have some water~”
“Oh, thank you, Tangtang.” Mother Wen accepted the glass, completely ignoring Zu Shuang’s presence. Taking Bai Tang’s hand, she began asking gently about his daily life in the hospital.
Author’s Note :
Wen Changhe: Mom, give Tang Tang back to me.
Mother Wen: (Looks disgusted) Go away. Go to work.
(Turns to Bai Tang, smiling) What does Tangtang want to eat today? Mom will make it for you.
Bai Tang: Thank you, Auntie~
Mother Wen: Call me Mom~