Master Mo, Your Wife’s Multiple Identities Are Online Again

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Fu Wen continued, “Zhang Yi was born in a mountain in the South.
He came to City A after he got into university.
His wife’s high school is very far away from his, so it’s impossible for them to know each other.
But…”

Fu Wen paused for a moment as he looked at Mo Ting’s expression.
He then said in a trembling voice, “Zhang Yi has acted in a few TV dramas.
Could Madam be a star-chaser?”

Mo Ting’s fingers suddenly stopped tapping on the table as he looked at Fu Wen in disbelief, “You’re saying that Little Yuan likes that green-haired Zhang Yi?”

Zhang Yi had just finished filming a youth idol drama.
He was acting as a violent esports genius.
The role required him to dye his hair green, but he had not had the time to dye it back.
Back at the nightclub, the moment the lights were turned on, Mo Ting was left with a deep impression of his emerald-green hair.

Seeing that President Mo was looking at him with scrutiny, suspicion, confusion, and anger, Fu Wen’s heart was alarmed and he quickly denied, “No, President Mo, that’s not what I meant.
It’s…” However, he did not finish his sentence.
This was a question that was destined to be answered.
How was he supposed to answer it?

“President Mo, you’ve misunderstood.
After being President Mo’s assistant for so many years and dealing with so many unexpected situations, he shouldn’t be bending over such a small matter.” Fu Wen calmed down.
“I think it’s the opposite.
Madam hates Zhang Yi very much.
Not only does she hate him, but she also doesn’t want to see him.
That’s why she’s begging you to shut him out.”

Hearing this, Mo Ting fell silent, but his expression was a lot better than before.

Fu Wen knew that he was answering in the right direction and continued, “President Mo, think about it, the madam would either scold or beat Zhang Yi.
All the artistes in the Chinese entertainment industry want to sign with our EL.
If they sign with EL, they will have a bright future.
But Madam has cut off his future.
If this is not hate, what else can it be?” Then, Fu Wen argued his point of view from various angles.

After taking a shower, Mo Ting sat by the bed and dried his hair.
He did not deny that Fu Wen’s analysis made sense, but his instincts told him that Little Yuan and Zhang Yi’s relationship was not as simple as it seemed.
He sat by the bed for a while, then suddenly got up and walked out of the bedroom to Su Yuan’s room.
There was not a single ray of light from the crack in the door.
The little girl should have fallen asleep.
He put his hand on the doorknob and pressed it lightly.
The door was not locked.

Mo Ting did not say whether he believed him or not, but he let Fu Wen go.

After taking a shower, Mo Ting sat by the bed and dried his hair.
He did not deny that Fu Wen’s analysis made sense, but his instincts told him that Little Yuan and Zhang Yi’s relationship was not as simple as it seemed.
He sat by the bed for a while, then suddenly got up and walked out of the bedroom to Su Yuan’s room.
There was not a single ray of light from the crack in the door.
The little girl should have fallen asleep.
He put his hand on the doorknob and pressed it lightly.
The door was not locked.
As soon as the door opened, the sweet scent of peaches wafted in.