When He Dongling was involved in a car accident, the family said he was looking for Bai Weiwei.
Therefore, the person at fault for him falling into a coma was Bai Weiwei.
At that time, he thought it was like that, so for a while he blamed this woman.
However, if his brother was really so infatuated, what about his father’s little mistress today?
His brother’s direction at the time of the accident, if he recalled correctly, wasn’t it.
It should be…… The little mistress’ apartment was in that direction.
He Nanxi’s eyes were cold.
Bai Weiwei didn’t notice his complex emotions, she smiled a little bashfully.
“Your brother is the greatest person I’ve ever met.”
Having said that, she turned and continued up the stairs.
As she walked, she said with a cheerful tone: “He was the first man to send me flowers. He also didn’t scorn my poor background and was still willing to take me as his wife.”
Sending flowers and marrying her, was all it took to be a good man?
He Nanxi always sensed something was wrong, he suddenly asked: “Has my brother transferred some city properties to you?”
Bai Weiwei’s pace paused, then somewhat doubtfully turned back, “What property?”
He Nanxi immediately caught the key point, “He didn’t give you his private library key?”
Bai Weiwei was even more bewildered.
He Nanxi suppressed a cringe, “Don’t tell me, he didn’t even give you the family heirloom emerald jewelry.”
These were all things that He Dongling was supposed to provide his wife.
Moreover, those were just the basics.
If He Dongling really liked Bai Weiwei, then he wouldn’t only give those.
He would gift her a lot of extra properties.
Bai Weiwei had a rather stiff smile, her fingers sloppily clutched the corner of her clothes, “Nanxi, Dongling didn’t give me this, so if you want me to give them to you now……”
He Nanxi hurriedly, “Who would take this, that’s not what I meant.”
She thought he was going to snatch her money, didn’t she.
He Nanxi furrowed his brow viciously, his eyes were bright as flames, he said: “My brother he ……”
He didn’t give you anything, where was he good to you?
The sentence hadn’t been said yet.
Bai Weiwei tenderly and softly said: “Love can’t be measured by money. Although Dongling didn’t give me money, he is really gentle to me.”
Gentleness was worth little coin.
Who wouldn’t say a couple sweet words, ah.
He Nanxi coldly pouted, in order to be a good man you have to be willing to spend some money.
A slag wasn’t willing to spend money.
Bai Weiwei added: “Sometimes, when I was being bullied, he would secretly comfort me. When I remember it I feel particularly warm.”
He Nanxi’s heart chilled as he listened.
Tipped trough, if his own woman was being bullied, he’d immediately kick those people half paralyzed.
Secretly comfort, what ghost, ah.
When faced with bullying, get them back. Getting them back is what normal men do.
Can’t do it? Then it must be a slag among slags.
Bai Weiwei’s tone was light and fast, “Although he doesn’t give me money, or accompany me to buy things and is often too busy to see me, also likes to stay out all night, but I know he is busy. I am particularly considerate to him.”
Didn’t give money, didn’t buy things.
Too busy to see, out all night.
Was this a husband?
It was clearly a missing person.
He Nanxi felt so suffocated he could cough blood. She was so bullied, yet she still felt pleased.
Bai Weiwei also continued: “Anyway, Dongling became like this because of me. I will take care of him for a lifetime, even if I have to sell my blood I won’t let him live badly.”
They arrived at the door.
He Nanxi reached out to open the door. He stared at her a while with a tense expression, as if at any time he would erupt and beat someone.