My Wife is a Beautiful CEO

In a certain high-rise apartment in Yanjing, a young man drunkenly walked to the door of his room. He seemed to be trembling from alcohol trying to find his key. He searched for a long time before finally being able to open the door.    

    

Staggering into the house, the man subconsciously turned on the lights in the apartment.    

    

The light illuminated the brand-new room. The man's figure swayed under the crystal chandelier.    

    

The man held onto the wall and the chairs on the table as he walked to the bar in the room. He took out a half-empty bottle of whisky, unscrewed the stopper and poured it directly into his mouth.    

    

The amber liquid seeped out from the corner of the man's mouth, wetting his expensive Versace shirt. However, he did not have the slightest intention of stopping.    

    

After drinking a few mouthfuls, the man seemed to choke and coughed a few times. Then he slumped to the ground and stopped drinking.    

    

"Guodong!?"    

    

At this moment, the figure of a woman suddenly walked into the unlocked door. When she saw the young man lying on the floor, covered in filth, almost unconscious, she cried out in alarm.    

    

Luo Cuishan also rushed here in a hurry. When she came out of the police station, she immediately called Ning Guodong, but Ning Guodong turned off his phone.    

    

Luo Cuishan came to her son's apartment in a hurry. Unexpectedly, she saw Ning Guodong in such a miserable state the moment she arrived!    

    

Luo Cuishan's heart ached with anger. After throwing away her bag, she rolled up her sleeves and pulled Ning Guodong up from the ground. Looking at her son who looked like a drunkard on the street, Luo Cuishan longed for this to be a dream. However, reality was right in front of him.    

    

With a lot of effort, she helped Ning Guodong up onto the sofa. Luo Cuishan then took a towel from the bathroom and wiped Ning Guodong's face. She took off her dirty shirt and took a breath of air.    

    

Ning Guodong was like a puppet, drinking wine without saying a word. His body was as his mother fiddled with him, lifeless.    

    

Seeing her son like this, Luo Cuishan's eyes turned red and her tears became hazy, "Guodong, how can you not care about your body? Mom knows you're feeling very sad right now, but is it okay for a man to be so obedient?"    

    

Ning Guodong raised his head and looked at his mother in a daze. He sneered, "Mom, I just kneeled down. I, I actually, in front of so many people, kneeled down to a bastard …"    

    

Speaking of this, Ning Guodong actually shed tears and snot all over his face. He was like an aggrieved little boy, instead of an official who was like a fish in water.    

    

Luo Cuishan suppressed her heartache and sat down to hold her son's hand, "Mom knows, but Guodong, the more you are like this, the more you can't give up on yourself … You are the Young Master of Ning Family, a gentleman's revenge, ten years is not too late, sooner or later, you will make that bastard surnamed Yang pay a hundredfold! Weren't you always so confident? Mom believes you can do it, you can do it! "    

    

Ning Guodong shook off his mother's hand and laughed bitterly: "Young Master? What the hell! I can't even get what I want the most, what use is Ning Family Young Master!? Besides, whether or not I take over Ning Family in the future is not necessarily … "Hmph …"    

    

Luo Cuishan quickly shook her head and said, "Guodong, don't think too much about it. Listen to mom and follow mom back home. No matter what, you are your father's biological son, our only son. If I don't allow you to take over Ning Family, who else can? As long as you properly apologize to your father, your father will stand by your side. Be good and go back with your mother, okay? "    

    

Ning Guodong shook his head in shock, "Mom, I'm not going back. That man was going to shoot me for a bitch. Ha … That kind of person, how could he be my father? Even if I were to die, I will not apologize to him. "    

    

A trace of pain flowed through Luo Cuishan's eyes as she closed her eyes, tears rolling down her cheeks.    

    

Mom, can you tell me why, why can't I get a woman like that bastard surnamed Yang, why is he always making a fool out of me, how can he make a fool out of me with things like that, why does he have so many women and not let even one of them go? Ning Guodong roared like a drunk person, he hit the sofa and was on the verge of collapse.    

    

Taking a deep breath, Luo Cuishan touched her son's cheek and said, "Guodong, do you really want that woman that much?"    

    

Ning Guodong's drunk eyes flashed with hatred, he clenched his teeth and said: "I want to torture her to death, and let her know how lowly she is. I also want to torture her in front of that surnamed Yang, and in front of him. I want to suck all that woman's blood …"    

    

Maybe it was because he was too exhausted, before Ning Guodong finished his sentence, he had already fallen asleep.    

    

Luo Cuishan stood blankly where she was, looking at her son that was like a hungry lion that was howling as he fell asleep. A black fog that she couldn't see through filled the woman's eyes …    

    

After Lin Zhiguo "died", the Lin Family Residence in the west of Yanjing City gradually left the line of sight of many people. Usually, other than a few servants entering and exiting, there weren't many people who would come to visit.    

    

The construction of the Lin Family was more or less filled with an antiquity. It was just that the interior design of the house was more or less the same as the furnishing of the modern era.    

    

In a room next to the backyard, Hui Lin, who had just finished her bath, was wearing only a white silk nightgown, revealing her white shoulders. She sat on the edge of her soft bed, her white calves slightly swaying in the air.    

    

Even though he hadn't lived in this home for many years, the TV, laptop, and a series of other things were all prepared and ready. Even if Lin Zhiguo was no longer present, the Lin Family would only withdraw from the core of the power. In terms of wealth, it would not decline and it would not cause any changes to the life of his only granddaughter.    

    

However, it was obvious that Hui Lin was not in the mood to touch those things, nor did she have any intention of sleeping. She just sat there, lost in thought, occasionally revealing a trace of a smile, and occasionally frowning with worry.    

    

The door to the room slowly opened, and Senior Nun Yun Miao, who was wearing a moon-white pajama pair of pajamas and pajamas, walked in. After all, Yun Miao hadn't deliberately worn a robe since she had been in the city for so long. but it's closer to life.    

    

Yun Miao saw that the light in her granddaughter's room was still on, so she curiously walked in to take a look. However, when she entered the door, Hui Lin was also in a daze, unaware that she had entered the door.    

    

"Hui, what are you laughing about?" Yun Miao walked up with a helpless smile.    

    

Hui Lin was shocked. Her face blushed as she lowered her head and said gently, "Grandmother, I'm just a little tired. I'm lost in thought."    

    

"Hmph, silly girl. You must be thinking about that brat Yang Chen, right!" Yun Miao said directly as she sat beside Hui Lin.    

    

Hui Lin's chin was so close to her chest, and her face was flushed from embarrassment. She did not utter a single word.    

    

Yun Miaoyuan sighed, as if she was powerless, "Actually, you always tell me not to make things difficult for Yang Chen on the surface, but deep down, I still like him, right?"    

    

Hui Lin remained silent, her heart pounding rapidly.    

    

"What are you shy about?" Yun Miao pinched Hui Lin's cheek and said, "When we were in the Tibetan area, Yang Chen left the camp in the helicopter. I saw you sneaking around and staring at Yang Chen as you left. "I watched you grow up, how could I not know your little thoughts? That's why later, I wanted to get Yang Chen to be with you. Although I don't really get used to that brat's flowery heart, as long as you like it, I can still endure it."    

    

"Grandmother, don't say anymore, I can't …" Hui Lin muttered with a red face.    

    

"What's wrong with that? Look at you. Just now, when he sent you home, you watched him drive away. Even if I said goodbye to you, you wouldn't watch me like this!" Yun Miao rolled her eyes at Hui Lin. "Seriously, what's so good about that kid? Why do some girls like to circle around him?"    

    

Hui Lin pouted and said in a leisurely tone, "Although Brother Yang is never a serious person, but when I need him, I feel safe and will trust him. I think, elder sister likes this bit of him too."    

    

"Sister, sister, the more you call Lin Sister Ruoxi, the further away you are from Yang Chen. Silly girl, if it wasn't for you being young and not being in a hurry to get married and have kids, grandmother wouldn't be able to wait", Yun Miao said angrily: "It's not like you don't know about our Lin Family, your parents were cut off by your crippled grandfather. With your generation, if you keep hanging around Yang Chen with nothing to show for it, our Lin Family would probably end up with no descendants. How long will it take for us to get a great-grandson? "    

    

Hui Lin raised her head, a light circulating through her bright eyes. She stretched out her hand to shake Senior Nun Yun Miao's hand and said with a sweet smile, "Grandmother looks to be in her thirties or forties no matter what, how can she become an great-grandmother so quickly? If we were to go out, we would think it was mother and daughter. How would we know it was granddaughter?"    

    

Yun Miao, after all, was a woman. Hearing her granddaughter praise her as a young girl, Yun Miao couldn't admit it, but her heart was full of joy, so her resentment was gone. She feigned indifference and snorted lightly, saying, "I didn't learn anything else when I asked you to be a singer, but you should have learned the fake one first. "You should go to bed early. I'll have the servants boil some ginseng and chicken soup for you. I'll make you some chicken noodle soup tomorrow morning."    

    

"Mn, Grandmother should go to bed early as well," Hui Lin said obediently.    

    

Yun Miao stood up and lovingly stroked her granddaughter's head, revealing a trace of a helpless and contented smile.