Chapter 311 – My Dear CEO Wife – The Wen Family’s Reaction (11)
Mother Wen ignored Zu Shuang’s presence, but Zu Shuang couldn’t ignore her mother’s appearance.
Originally, she had planned to let Wen Changrou witness Bai Tang bullying her. But where did this well-maintained, elegant lady come from? Dressed exactly like Wen Changrou, she would’ve made Zu Shuang mistake her for Wen Changrou herself.
Qiu’er silently complained, “What do you know? That’s called matching mother-daughter outfits. Does that mean they can’t wear the same style of clothes? Making a fuss over nothing.”
Xiao A patted Qiu’er’s head. “Qiu’er is right.”
Zu Shuang straightened her posture and adjusted her clothes, mentally reviewing what had just happened. The soundproofing in the VIP ward was good, and she had kept her voice low—the other person shouldn’t have heard anything.
Thinking this, Zu Shuang felt a little less afraid.
She asked softly, “Hello, may I ask who you are?” She needed to confirm the other person’s identity.
Mother Wen glanced at her disdainfully. “A young girl like you, resorting to such underhanded tactics.”
Zu Shuang, enraged by Mother Wen’s sarcasm, forgot all about manners and only wanted to vent her anger.
“You’ve really got some nerve! Bai Tang clearly pushed me down, yet you’re making baseless accusations. Just because you’re older doesn’t mean the whole world has to cater to you…” Zu Shuang’s sharp tongue was truly formidable.
Mother Wen had never encountered anyone like this before, and her face flushed with anger.
Seeing this, Zu Shuang finally felt a sense of relief. The woman was clearly in cahoots with Bai Tang—without any concrete evidence, what could she possibly do?
Bai Tang wouldn’t let Wen Changhe’s mother be insulted like this. He stepped in front of Mother Wen, looked up at Zu Shuang, and said, “You have no manners.”
“What are you doing?”
Before Zu Shuang could retort, Wen Changrou returned, having finished her business.
Zu Shuang quickly adjusted her expression, turning around with a wronged look. “Rou Rou, you’re back…”
Zu Shuang stood alone, while Mother Wen and Bai Tang were seated. Her submissive posture only made the two of them appear even more imposing.
“I’m fine…” Zu Shuang said, though her gaze flickered toward the two seated figures beside her.
“Mom, why are you here? Didn’t you say you were coming tomorrow?” Wen Changrou’s address to the “lady” made Zu Shuang realize something was wrong.
She was Wen Changrou’s mother—not Bai Tang’s relative?
Mother Wen, wearing a triumphant smile, patted Bai Tang’s hand reassuringly.
“Yes, he’s a good child. Changhe has nothing to worry about with him.”
Mother Wen beckoned to Wen Changrou, who ran over and squatted down in front of her.
“This is your friend?” Mother Wen asked with a beaming smile, showing no sign of anger—as if what had just happened were only a dream.
“Yes,” Wen Changrou nodded. “Shuang Shuang is my classmate. We’re best friends at school.”
Mother Wen looked at her daughter’s innocent smile and suddenly felt a pang of sadness.
My daughter, this isn’t innocence—it’s naivety.
“A-Auntie…” Zu Shuang’s heart pounded with anxiety. Wen Changrou was her protector. Now that she had offended Wen Changrou’s mother, if the woman demanded that Wen Changrou sever ties with her, she wouldn’t receive such good treatment at the Wen company anymore.
“I was in a bad mood just now, and I spoke without thinking. Please forgive me.” Zu Shuang bowed deeply to Mother Wen, lowering her posture considerably.
Wen Changrou asked, “Shuang Shuang, what’s wrong? My mom is a very nice person. Is there some misunderstanding? Mom…”
What a clueless daughter, Mother Wen thought to herself. She’s been sold out and she’s still helping them count the money.
To save face for her daughter, Mother Wen didn’t say anything in front of her but instead changed the topic. “Where’s your brother?”
Wasn’t Changhe supposed to be at the hospital with Tang Tang? How could he leave him alone in the ward? If she hadn’t come, wouldn’t Tang Tang have been bullied to death?!
Thinking of this, Mother Wen suddenly felt that her son—so easy to care for since childhood—was not reliable at all. He was still too young and didn’t think things through.
While they were talking, Wen Changhe finally returned after finishing his discussion with the doctor.
Upon returning to the ward, he found several more people inside, causing him to frown.
“Mom’s here… Why is Rou Rou here too?” Without prior notice, he hadn’t wanted Bai Tang to meet his family yet—it might ruin their first impression of her.
“Tang Tang.” Wen Changhe stepped forward, habitually trying to hug Bai Tang, but his mother slapped his hand away.
“What use are you!” Mother Wen scolded.
Wen Changhe: ???
Mother Wen had no intention of explaining to her son.
Instead, she took Bai Tang’s hand and said gently, “The hospital isn’t as comfortable as home. There are too many strangers, and the food isn’t good or nutritious. Why don’t you come home with me? I’ll cook something delicious to nourish you and help you recover. Look how thin you are…”
Mother Wen’s sudden change of heart caught everyone present off guard.
Bai Tang smiled shyly. “Auntie, there’s no need…”
“Oh, what do you mean ‘no need’? It’s only right. I heard you got into a car accident while saving Rou Rou. My family bears some responsibility, and I wouldn’t feel at ease unless I see you healthy and well…”
Bai Tang always responded better to gentle persuasion than force. Once Mother Wen softened her tone and spoke with a kind, almost pitiful expression, Bai Tang couldn’t refuse.
“But what about my parents…”
No parents would willingly leave their child to be raised by someone else. Although Bai Tang wanted to live with Wen Changhe, his parents had worried sick about him for over a month, and he couldn’t bear to cause them more distress. He wanted to be filial and put their minds at ease.
“As long as Tang Tang agrees, Auntie will talk to your parents about it.” The woman who had helped Wen’s father build the Wen family business wasn’t ignorant—she just wanted to enjoy life a little more comfortably.
Mother Wen was eloquent and persuasive; she quickly won over Bai’s parents, gaining their consent for Bai Tang to live with the Wen family.
Bai’s parents specifically instructed Bai Tang to be polite when visiting someone else’s home, not to meddle in their affairs, and to help out whenever he could.
Bai Tang agreed to everything.
After a week of observation in the hospital, Bai Tang was taken home by Mother Wen. During that time, Wen Changhe didn’t have to lift a finger.
Wen Changhe: Mom, that’s my wife.
Once he moved in, Bai Tang enjoyed Mother Wen’s affection every day—three home-cooked meals without fail.
Mother Wen was good to Bai Tang, and Bai Tang was equally good to her. He accompanied her for afternoon tea and snacks, and even went shopping with her. He would offer his opinion on every outfit she tried on—much better than Farther Wen, who would only say, “It looks good,” or “Hmm, not bad.”
Ever since Bai Tang came to their home, Father Wen had clearly felt his status decline; now he was the least influential person in the family.
He tried his best to integrate into Mother Wen and Bai Tang’s small circle.
Father Wen: “Honey, let me help you cook.”
Mother Wen: “No need, Tang Tang is enough for me. Go cool off somewhere and don’t burn down my kitchen again.”
Father Wen: “Honey, come on, I’ll go shopping with you.”
Mother Wen: “Go do your own thing. Asking you to go shopping with me feels like a death sentence. Tang Tang, let’s go.”
Father Wen: “Wife, let’s go on a trip. I’ve planned the route this time— to the place you’ve always wanted to go…”
Mother Wen: “Let’s wait a while. Tangt Tang is too thin; I need to give him some nourishment.”
Tang Tang, Tang Tang, Tang Tang… Father Wen was going crazy.
Now that his wife had another man in her eyes, his status in the family had plummeted.
Father Wen felt a deep sense of crisis. He had to do something to defend his position.
A week was enough time for Wen Changhe to investigate Bai Tang’s relationships and actions—such as the incident with Zu Shuang that Mother Wen had told him about, and how she had framed Tang Tang.
Zu Shuang was close friends with Wen Changrou at school but had no connection to Bai Tang. However, Wen Changhe discovered that she had stolen Bai Tang’s design work—the very design she had intended to use as a stepping stone into the Wen Group, gaining her professor’s approval and securing a job for herself through Wen Changrou.
If that were all, Wen Changhe wouldn’t have been too angry. But Zu Shuang, in her foolishness, had tried to frame Bai Tang in the hospital room. Mother Wen had given him the recording—the evidence was irrefutable.
He narrowed his eyes, dialed the internal line, and ordered his secretary to bring Wen Changrou to his office.
Wen Changrou, who had been overworked and exhausted under her brother’s training, gave a wry smile when she heard he wanted to see her.
No way, she thought. Is he going to increase my workload again?
To train her, Wen Changhe had already filled her schedule to the brim; she couldn’t go home before nine or ten at night.
“Brother, you called for me?” Wen Changrou entered the CEO’s office. Wen Changhe didn’t waste any words—he immediately presented her with a mountain of evidence.
It not only documented Zu Shuang’s theft of Bai Tang’s design, but also detailed numerous instances of her scheming—how she had approached Wen Changrou, how they’d become acquainted, and how she had “helped” her. Every step, every favor, might have been part of Zu Shuang’s plan.
The more Wen Changrou read, the paler her face became.
The person she had considered a friend, a confidante, turned out to be a treacherous individual.
“Brother, I…” Wen Changrou’s expression was grim.
Wen Changhe said, “Go to the design department and ask the manager and your colleagues. See if their accounts differ from the ones you’ve heard.”
Wen Changhe stood up and walked downstairs with Wen Changrou—the former heading home, the latter to the design department.
The Wen Family Home
After Bai Tang moved into the Wen residence, Father Wen, who had initially held many opinions about him, didn’t treat him well. However, Mrs. Wen and Wen Changhe protected him fiercely, leaving Father Wen helpless.
Gradually, as time passed, although he didn’t say anything, Bai Tang’s good behavior—and the way he often made Mother Wen laugh heartily—lessened Father Wen’s hostility toward him. He even slowly accepted this “daughter-in-law.”
Men, you know, are stubborn and unwilling to admit such things.
Just now, while Mother Wen was putting on makeup in her room, Father Wen seized the opportunity to approach Bai Tang.
“Tang Tang, Uncle has something he’d like to ask your help with.”
Author’s Note :
My dears, remember to wear your masks and take precautions when you go back to school! Rain or shine, Tang Tang and the author are here waiting for you to come back. kiss