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"Then I'll try."

Zhuo Weitong seemed to see hope.

"A-Ting, you have to think about it carefully. This' Wife Quest 'isn't a joke. Can you confirm with A-Lei that the person he saw at the airport was An Yan?"

Zhuo Minghui was more careful in his actions.

After Song Laidi did all of this, if Zhuo WeiTing came to give another wife notice, everyone would definitely side with Song Laidi.

This will affect the company's reputation and the stock market.

"Dad, I understand. I'll call Lei."

Zhuo Wei was the first to speak.

"Liu Lei, I'm giving you a chance to redeem yourself. Are you sure that the person you saw at the airport was Yan Er?"

Liu Lei immediately answered Zhuo WeiTing's call.

After being asked by Zhuo WeiTing, Liu Lei wasn't too sure.

"A-Ting, I've only met with my sister-in-law a few times before. She was wearing sunglasses again that day, but she looked similar to me. Now that you've asked, I'm not so sure anymore."

Liu Lei didn't dare to continue playing Zhuo WeiTing. He was very serious, and very serious as he spoke.

"You … You didn't take it that day? "

Zhuo Weiliang's anger died down. For such a big matter to occur, he only felt that it was as though … could it be to find joy in him?

"A-Ting, the next time you see me, I'll definitely take the photo. That day, she passed me by. I only remembered it when I logged on."

Liu Lei said apologetically.

If he had remembered it then, he would have definitely taken it.

"Ai, it seems like I have to go to my wife for advice according to what Aunt Gui said."

Zhuo Wei Ting sighed.

"Wait a minute, A-Ting, you can go check your entry and exit details."

Liu Lei suggested to Zhuo WeiTing.

"And if she changes her name?"

It wasn't that Zhuo WeiTing hadn't thought of it before, but he was afraid that the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, so he didn't dare to take action.

"The name might change, but it shouldn't change too much. You can check one by one and check out the day I came to the United States."

Liu Lei reminded Zhuo Wei Ting.

"Let me think."

Zhuo WeiTing hung up the phone.

It had been five years. He remembered that five years ago at this time, Yan'er had married him and become his wife.

His memory returned to the wedding night five years ago.

He hadn't forgotten her for a moment in five years.

As he turned the ring on his finger, his heart felt as if it had been hollowed out.

He put the rings on his finger.

Whenever he thought of Yan'er, he would take out the ring to have a look.

He would think of Yan'er's happiness and sweetness that day.

If only life could be as sweet and happy as that day.

"A-Ting, have you decided yet?"

Zhuo Minghui looked at his son and asked somewhat worriedly.

"Dad, I've decided to try according to what Aunt Gui said, even if everyone can't find it, Yan'er will come looking for me if she sees it."

Zhuo WeiTing pondered for a moment before replying.

"Are you sure?"

Zhuo Minghui looked at his son in displeasure.

"As long as I publish it, Song Laidi will definitely not let this go easily. She will definitely cause trouble."

"And then? Then, do you think that Xiao Yan will come out? "

Zhuo Minghui looked at his son and really wanted to hit him with his walking stick. He was almost thirty years old, but he was still so childish.

"Dad, no matter what, I'm going to give it a try."

Zhuo Wei Ting said as if his heart was made of steel.

"Since you've decided, then go ahead and do it."

Although Zhuo Minghui was worried, his son had always been worried about him. He had to do something.

The next morning, in the newspapers of Taiwan, there appeared such a wife-seeking announcement.

Yan'er, my wife:

Go home, I'm waiting for you, even if it's a phone call, a safe, give me a bit of information okay?

Fu: Zhuo Weiting

The next day, when the newspaper came out, it immediately sold out.

But this time, Zhuo WeiTing didn't write about any kind of heavy pay.

He only wanted Yan'er to see that the others didn't care.

But at the same time, Song Laidi also saw it.

"Zhuo WeiTing, you're too much. I will never let you do as you wish."

Song Laidi roared at the newspaper.

"Ah San, what do you want to do now?"

Song Qianshan looked at his daughter. She no longer had the love from the past. All these years, she had lost face for him.

"Sister, what do you want? Zhuo Weitang and you have never had the name of husband and wife, nor the actual nature of husband and wife. You two are simply strangers to each other. "

Song Zihan, who had taken over the Song Family's business, advised his sister over breakfast.

"Who said there's no name for husband and wife? All Taiwan know I'm Mrs. Zhuo. "

Song Laidi said with a ferocious look on his face.

"But you've never lived in the Zhuo Family. Sister, let go of me. Big Sister is right, Zhuo Weiting never wanted to marry you. Back then …"

"Second sister, just say it out when you're jealous. When he married me, it was a hundred tables full of newspapers. You didn't see it. For many days, the headlines were all about us."

Song Laidi interrupted her second sister and said dreamily.

"He did that to get revenge on you, to get revenge for the harm you did to Fourth Sister."

Song Zihan said coldly.

She already knew the answer from Liu Lei. She didn't think that Third Sister would actually do such a thing.

"Revenge?" "Big sister, why did Zhuo WeiTing want to take revenge on third sister?"

The second brother of the Song Family asked curiously. Even Song Qianshan was looking at Song Zihan.

"You asked Ah San what she did?"

Song Zihan said indifferently.

In the Song Family, sisters had no feelings.

Especially for a sister like Song Laidi, the best way was to keep her distance.

"Sister, what did you do?" "What did you do to A'Si?"

At that time, the second son of the Song family, Song Chendi, was studying in England and didn't know the whole process of the wedding.

"What can there be? At that time, I wanted to marry Ah San off. Who knew that she didn't want to marry Ah Si. That must have been it."

Song Qianshan interrupted.

"You're thinking too simply. If this is the case, Zhuo WeiTing will seek revenge. The one looking for revenge will be you, not her."

Song Zihan looked at his father helplessly. This man was heartless and heartless. Luckily, he didn't care about anything at the moment, as long as he gave him money and played with women.

"Then what else could it be? "Oh, I remember now."

Song Qianshan was stunned as he exclaimed.

"No, you will never know what your precious daughter will do."

Song Zihan said sarcastically.

"Song Zihan, what do you mean? "Zhuo WeiTing is mine to begin with, so if I want to return something that belongs to me, what's wrong with that?"

Song Laidi was infuriated by his words and shouted at the boss.

"If it really is yours, then of course you can take it back. But, does Zhuo WeiTing belong to you? Never belonged to you. "

Song Zihan smiled coldly at Old Third.

This little sister was even more selfish and cold-blooded than her father, Song Qianshan.

"In any case, you're on her side. Anyway, I'm Mrs. Zhuo now, so she can't even think about coming back."

Song Laidi said in disdain.

"Song Laidi, stop being so stubborn. If you continue to provoke Zhuo WeiTing, you will die a horrible death."

Song Zihan reminded Song Laidi.

"Don't worry, I have my ways."

Song Laidi sneered.

"If Fourth Sister really comes back, you'd better not think of touching her again. If you dare to touch her, Zhuo WeiTing will skin you alive."

Song Zihan stood up and reminded him again.

She wasn't worried about Song Laidi, but her poor little sister, Zi Yan.

"Big Sis, Big Sis, what are you two talking about?"

Confused, Song Caidie looked at her boss and her third brother. Seeing that her boss was about to leave, she chased after him.

"Sister, what did you do?"

Song Chendi did not give up and asked.

"It's none of your business, you'd better not ask too much."

Song Laidi glared at his second sister.

He was so angry that he went back to his room without eating breakfast.

Not long later, she came out again. She had just changed her clothes and was carrying her bag. It seemed like she was going out again.

"Ah San, where are you going?"

Song Qianshan called out to Song Laidi.

"Of course, he's looking for my rich husband. Even if he wants to stay together with Ah Si, he should at least pay some mental damages."

Song Laidi shook the bag in her hand and walked out of the room.

Zhuo Weitang held onto the newspaper. Although it was printed on every page, there was no news of Yan'er.

He didn't know if Yan'er would read it, but as he read the newspaper, he came up with a new idea.

That was the television station.

Even if Yan'er didn't read the newspapers, she would at least watch TV.

If he said he missed her and loved her in front of the camera, would she come back moved?

This idea made Zhuo Weitang excited.

Immediately get his secretary to contact the television station. If he wanted to shoot, he wanted it to be broadcast tonight.

Just as he hung up, the phone rang again.

"CEO, madam is here again?"

The secretary's voice was very nervous, but Zhuo Weiting, who was in the midst of excitement, immediately became excited when she heard the word 'wife'.

He got up and ran out.

"Hubby, did you come to pick me up?"

As soon as Zhuo WeiTing opened the door, Song Laidi, who was walking towards him, smiled.

"Secretary He, how did you do it?"

Zhuo Wei Ting said angrily.

He had clearly given the order that Song Laidi was not to be allowed to return. Why did she appear now?

At the same time, he understood who Secretary He's wife was referring to. It seemed that he had to consider changing his secretary.

"CEO, I just …"

"Secretary He, this is the last time, my wife only has one, and that is Zhuo Ziyan. If you can't even remember this, then you don't need to come to work anymore."

Zhuo Weitong said coldly.

At the same time, he returned to his office and picked up the phone for the security guards to come and chase him away.

"A-Ting, open the door!"

"Scram, don't let me see you again."

Zhuo Weitong shouted angrily as he opened the door.

"Zhuo Weitang, you must know that I am your wife."

Song Laidi said with bloodshot eyes.

"Song Laidi, I'm warning you, if you appear in TNS again, I'll call the police."

Zhuo WeiTing glared coldly at Song Laidi with a murderous look.

"Zhuo WeiTing, it's fine if you want to be with Ah Si, but I've accompanied you for more than four years. No matter what, you have to pay some youth loss fees."

Song Laidi shook her bag. There was a world of difference between her and that lunatic from that day.

"Youth loss fee, how much do you want?"

A cold smile hung on Zhuo WeiTing's lips.

Did she really take him to be Kaeko? Even if he had the money, he would rather donate it than give her a single cent.

"100 million, 20 million a year isn't that much, right?"

Song Laidi said loudly.

"Not much, but you can forget about getting even a single cent."

Zhuo WeiTing sneered. At this moment, the security guards had arrived.

With a wave of his hand, the security guard immediately came over to lead them away.

"Let go of me, I will leave by myself. Zhuo Wei Ting, I will give you three days to consider."

Song Laidi opened up the security guards, adjusted her bangs and said to Zhuo Weiting.

"No, I can tell you right now, not a penny."

Zhuo Wei Ting sneered as he turned around and entered the office.

"Zhuo Weiting, I'll sue the court."

Song Laidi gritted his teeth.

Zhuo Wei Ting ignored him.

He did not doubt the woman's words, but he would not let her do as she wished.

Even though he had spent a lot of money to get rid of this problem, this kind of woman who only wanted an inch more would never compromise.

Zhuo called the lawyer over and told him to deal with the matter.

Song Laidi wouldn't give him the money. She would sue him for his company.

The lawyer, on the other hand, gave Zhuo WeiTing a suggestion. He could definitely go back to Song Laidi.

Song Laidi could use this to denounce her by going in and out of the scene, wrapping up men, and selling her own body.

Zhuo Weitong shook his head.

He didn't want anything to happen, and he didn't want this to get out of hand.