Chapter 44 The Mistress

Their wedding ended in such tranquility. Except for a few people who didn’t come, most of their classmates attended this wedding.

After this wedding, Wang Zhao hadn’t recovered for several days, and Li Zhenguan also rested for several days.

When they finally had some free time, the two of them began to count the red envelopes they received. The bulk of it was from the elders’ red envelopes. The amount given by Wang’s parents was substantial. The sum given by both families added up to several tens of thousands.

Adding to that the red envelopes given by other classmates, and the gift money given by relatives from both sides, Wang Zhao calculated that their wedding barely managed to break even.

Although the hotel belonged to the Li family, it hadn’t made any profit in these few days. The entire venue decoration and the hired wedding planning company probably cost several hundred thousand. According to the Li family, this wedding was still considered low-key compared to other weddings, but they didn’t express any opinions.

The key was that this money was paid by Wang Zhao’s side. Well, it had almost depleted her cash on hand. She suspected that if she didn’t manage her finances well in the future, she might not even be able to raise the unborn child in Li Zhenguan’s belly.

Moreover, now that the wedding was over, Wang Zhao also wanted to discuss future plans with Li Zhenguan.

“You should be able to go back to school now,” Wang Zhao said. “The four-month mark is quite stable. I remember you don’t have many courses now. By the time you’re due to give birth next year, you’ll basically be graduating. You’ll just be busy with your thesis, which can be done at home.”

She had given it serious thought. Li Zhenguan getting pregnant while in school was indeed the fault of her original self. And since they were married now, she had to consider Li Zhenguan’s future. She couldn’t just stay at home like a house husband now, and it would be even less possible for Li Zhenguan to re-enter society after giving birth, staying at home every day like Zhang Ke.

Wang Zhao always felt that even the closest people would have friction if they spent too much time together. She didn’t want such things to happen in her family.

Li Zhenguan was a bit surprised that Wang Zhao suddenly brought up this matter. He actually thought things were quite good now, spending every day with Wang Zhao. However, he sensed the meaning in Wang Zhao’s words, and didn’t directly refuse. After a slight pause, he agreed to her proposal.

He had originally taken leave to ensure a stable pregnancy and prepare for the wedding. Now, the child in his belly was actually quite stable, and going to school wouldn’t be a problem. Perhaps because he was originally thin, now that the weather was cold, wearing loose clothing meant no one could tell he was already four months pregnant.

“But Jiangcheng University is quite far from our home,” Li Zhenguan said softly, glancing at the woman who was bending over to organize luggage by the bed.

It wasn’t very suitable for him to live in the dormitory now, given his pregnancy. Besides, his relationship with his roommates wasn’t particularly close, and they hadn’t lived together for long. Who knows if conflicts might arise after living together for a while.

In short, Li Zhenguan didn’t really want to live on campus, but he knew that Wang Zhao wouldn’t likely let him live alone outside. So he tried to test the waters, wanting to see what Wang Zhao would say.

Wang Zhao thought about her own fourth-year courses from before, but this recollection took a long time, and she couldn’t remember clearly. It was as if the memories in her mind were covered by a layer of cobwebs, everything seemed to be covered by something, not very clear.

It was as if that was something from a long time ago, her brain had actively formatted those memories.

This was actually a bit strange. After all, from Wang Zhao’s perspective, her fourth year had only passed one or two years ago, there was no reason for her to have no impression at all.

But the impression that the fourth year was very relaxed remained in her mind, so Wang Zhao directly asked Li Zhenguan how many classes he had per week now.

Li Zhenguan recalled: “About two or three classes?”

He wasn’t actually very sure, because it had been too long since he went, he only knew that several of his classmates were preparing for postgraduate exams and internships. In this situation, there shouldn’t be many courses, and their major’s teachers were quite understanding, considering that they were in their fourth year and looking for jobs, they didn’t make much of some students’ absences.

Wang Zhao said: “If there are only two or three classes a week, there’s no need to live at school. I’ll drive you to class then.”

Li Zhenguan was undoubtedly happy to hear this, but thinking that Wang Zhao was about to take her exams soon, he hesitated.

“Jiangcheng University also has a library, you can borrow your student card to me then,” Wang Zhao said with a smile. “I should be more familiar with that place than you.”

This was of course a joke, the Wang Zhao who had transmigrated had only been to that library once, but with her personality, she definitely understood the layout of the entire library. Otherwise, with the original body’s studious persona, she definitely would have often been in the study room of the library. During that period, Wang Zhao was often afraid of exposing herself.

The more pressure she was under, the more perfect she would do things.

“In a few days, I’ll take you to school to talk to your college counselor about this,” Wang Zhao said. She didn’t like procrastination, once a decision was made about something, she wanted to complete it first, otherwise it would always be on her mind.

Li Zhenguan gave a sound of agreement.

Since Wang Zhao would drive him to school, Li Zhenguan felt it wasn’t so hard to accept. Moreover, he didn’t want people to find out that Wang Zhao’s husband was still a university student with only a high school diploma when asked about him in the future. They might privately say that apart from some money, he really wasn’t a match for Wang Zhao in other aspects.

After discussing this matter, Wang Zhao thought for a moment and realized there wasn’t anything else to resolve. The luggage in the room had also been packed by her, so she took some change of clothes and walked out.

“I’ll be staying in the study next door for now. If you need anything, just send me a message or come find me in the study,” she said to the man sitting on the bed after taking a few steps.

Li Zhenguan wanted to say something, but didn’t know how to stop her. This was a topic they had already agreed on in the car earlier, and Wang Zhao had always been a person with her own ideas. Since she was willing to discuss it with him, it meant that the matter had already been decided.

He finally just made a sound of agreement, watching as Wang Zhao left the room. However, after the door was closed, Li Zhenguan sat in that position for a long time, before opening a file that Li Zhenwei had sent him last night about Chen Fangli. Compared to the file sent the previous day, this file was undoubtedly more detailed.

He recalled the video sent by the hotel manager, rubbed his phone, looked at this file, and finally couldn’t restrain his thoughts.

He dialed the phone number on his phone and called.

A phone number that had been used for eight years, not changed even after starting work. Li Zhenguan listened to the beeping sound coming from the receiver, beginning to speculate whether Chen Fangli was sentimental or couldn’t forget someone.

Perhaps both reasons applied.

After fifteen seconds, the call was connected.

At this time, on the other end, Chen Fangli was sitting in the living room of a hotel suite, leaning against a glass window, looking at the night view below.

The night view of Jiangcheng was undoubtedly beautiful, with thousands of lights, as if there was a warm family under every flickering light.

The phone placed beside him vibrated, he glanced at it, an unfamiliar phone number, ringing for a long time without hanging up, it probably wasn’t a wrong number, or advertising promotion.

He took a sip of wine, feeling a slight pain in his stomach, frowned slightly, and answered the phone.

The other side didn’t speak first, so in the backdrop of his room, it became even more silent, so silent that one might think the other party had hung up.

This made Chen Fangli look at his phone screen, it was still timing, he said hello, asking who the other person was, saying casually: “I’m sorry, you might have dialed the wrong number.”

He was about to hang up when he heard the person on the other end speak. It was a young man’s voice, very bright, at this moment it actually displayed a kind of intangible contempt.

“Hello, Chen Fangli, I’m Wang Zhao’s husband, Li Zhenguan. You should have seen me at the wedding yesterday.”

Chen Fangli wasn’t sure if he was feeling wrong, perhaps it was his guilty conscience. Chen Fangli also didn’t know if ‘guilty conscience’ was applicable to him. Having drunk some alcohol, he was a bit confused when receiving this call, the previously messy thoughts of wanting to win Wang Zhao back were tangled in his mind.

Li Zhenguan’s call now made him puzzled, made his thoughts unsettled.

He steadied himself, took another sip of wine. The complex emotions from first hearing the other party’s words had dissipated quite a bit, he sat up straight, his expression unusually calm, seeming to want to laugh, “Mr. Li, is there something you need from me?”

Could it be that he still wanted to assert his ownership in front of him, the ex-boyfriend?

He felt it was a bit ridiculous, his self-esteem of many years seemed to have been trampled on continuously during this period, trampled by Wang Zhao, and now to be trampled by Wang Zhao’s newlywed husband.

The person on the other end also laughed, as if this question made the man on the other end feel a bit hard to understand. The other party slowly said a sentence, “When Mr. Chen appeared at my and my wife’s wedding, and actively tried to seduce her, didn’t you think I would call you?”

Li Zhenguan’s voice was very cold: “If so, I find it a bit too ridiculous.”

“I thought you men, when wanting to be someone else’s mistress, would at least investigate who her husband is. Hmm, at least that’s what I thought…”