Unhappy Southern Stream

As a top manager, everyone constantly tries to curry favor with Li Xiwu. And due to her identity as Mrs. Pei, the rich and the powerful would always greet her politely. A celebrity instructor, and the wife of a man from a rich family... Is there anyone who would not envy her? However, only Li Xiwu knows that she is a substitute for Mr. Pei's unrequited love, and none of her titles or privileges have anything to do with her.***Losing yourself after being someone else's substitute is a tedious thing. Having gained that epiphany, Li Xiwu began to ponder how she should claim alimony of astronomical proportions from Mr. Pei. However, while she was obsessing over how to get rich from the divorce, her mother-in-law, who had always disliked her, invited her to take part in a variety show, while promising to make her rich. Li Xiwu's lips curled into a grin. "Fortune favors the brave!”At first, her mother-in-law constantly attempted to embarrass her, and netizens were all moaning about how she was the most pitiful rich daughter-in-law! Later, her mother-in-law was inseparable from Li Xiwu, and would keep bragging about her to everyone she met, leaving the netizens cheering: Leave the face-slapping to Mrs. Pei! Li Xiwu did not expect herself to shoot to fame in the variety show either. However, while she was convinced that she could get a smooth divorce afterward, her mother-in-law called her son immediately as soon as the variety show ended.“Divorce my baby, and I will disown you!”Mr. Pei: ??? 

I Refused to Be a Substitute, and Shot to Fame on a Variety Show With My Mother-In-Law

After doing this, she finally calmed down. She leaned over to check the wounds on Wei Yu's body. She was so frightened just now that she forgot that she also knew some basic first aid knowledge. When she reached out, Wei Yu grabbed her wrist to stop her.

Pei Jiao hurriedly said, "I want to stop the bleeding first." Her voice was shaking. Overwhelmed worry was making her panic.

Wei Yu's face was pale and his forehead was covered in layers of sweat. Even so, he ignored his own safety and did not let her touch him, afraid that he would scare her. "Don't touch it."

But this time, Pei Jiao did not allow him to refuse and forcefully checked the wounds on his body. His clothes were pulled open, and a shocking wound was at the edge of his left abdomen. Blood flowed out, as if there was no end to it. It was unknown if he had injured his vital points. "Wei Yu, does it hurt very much?"

Wei Yu shook his head. "It doesn't hurt."

All the Past is Prologue (3)