Reborn As the Ex-wife of the Paranoid Male Lead

Chapter 57

Reborn as the ex-wife of the paranoid male lead Chapter 57

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Chapter 57:

Jian Shiwu was shocked at his mother's behavior, "Mom?"

Zhen Meilie pointed at the relatives section, "Well, how is the registration done?"

As he was about to speak, the woman bent down and the body committee could smell the comforting light fragrance of her body. This was definitely an exquisite noblewoman, no heavy make-up.

The makeup Zhen Mei put on today was a light one, although she was in her thirties, her beautifully maintained face could not show any marks left by age, her skin was as smooth as cream, her long slender eyelashes blinked slightly, her big round eyes were the same as Jiam Shiwu's. Her voice was gentle, and she smiled, "Shen Cheng and Jian Shiwu’s projects are have our names written on them."

The sports commissioner dared to say that he had never seen such a beautiful woman in his life, and even now he was blushing when he was so close: "Um...okay, okay!"

Zhen Meilie smiled, "Thank you."

After registering, they had to go back to the class area to rest for the time being.

Jian Shiwu said to them, "Mum and Dad, you'll have to wait here, I'll go to the classroom and bring you two chairs over."

Zhen Meilie nodded: "Let your father go with you."

Jian Zicheng also put his arm around his child's shoulder, looked at the child and said with a smile, "Daddy will go with you."

The boy was gradually getting close to being shoulder-to-shoulder with his father, and Jian leaned against him, "Okay, just so Dad can get one for me."

Jiam Zicheng: "Hey you kid, you're learning to boss your dad around..."

The two father and son left while chatting, leaving Zhen Meilie alone, because Shen Cheng's game has not yet started, and there is no seat for her in the class, so decided to go to the bathroom to wash up and wait for the child to come back.

When she finally found the bathroom on the ground floor, she had just stepped inside when she heard someone at the washbasin chatting.

"Who won the 1500m this time?"

"Who else could it be? It's that kid who's had a facelift, I hear."

"It's him, I heard his family is quite rich, no wonder they have money for plastic surgery."

"I heard that the parents didn't even come, so I guess they are weak-minded hahaha ......"

"Ah!!!"

The exchange of sounds grated to a halt as several women suddenly screamed.

The water flow from the washstand had been released to maximum at some point, splashing up and spraying them all over, even as many of their clothes were already completely soaked.

"?"

"What are you, crazy?"

A few people turned their heads to look over, all unconsciously wide-eyed for no other reason than the fact that the woman in front of them was stunningly beautiful, and even the simple clothes couldn't hide her beautiful figure.

Zhen Meilie leaned against the wall and looked at them, smiling, "What are you all talking about, why don't you tell me about it?"

A few of the women were getting angry, "Who are you, why are you spraying people with water?"

"And who are you?" Zhen Meilie raised her eyebrows, a sneer on that gorgeous face, her trailing voice lengthened in an overbearing manner, "A clown who chews people up behind their backs?”

Because several of the parents had enquired beforehand that Jian’s parents had not come, they simply assumed that Zhen Meilie was a nosy person who had come out of nowhere to meddle.

The fat woman in the red wool jumper in the lead pinched her waist: "What's it to you, do you have any education at all, my clothes are very expensive, they cost tens of thousands of dollars, you can't wear them if they get wet, don't even think about leaving today until you pay for them!"

She waited for Zhen Meilie to show her fear of weakness, yet instead she got a snort of laughter.

Zhen Meilie looked down at her with a condescending glance as she said, "Is this the autumn limited edition small square sugar jacket that Shi Wei released this year?"

The fat woman nodded with a proud look on her face.

However, Zhen Meilie broke into a smile, "Then congratulations and I’ll save yourself the trouble, the genuine article is not allowed to get wet, yes, but this one of yours is A-stock, so you can wear it as usual when the water dries later."

The fat woman was shocked and her face changed dramatically, "You, what are you talking about?"

Zhen Meilie raised her eyebrows, not angry, but said slowly, "Shi Wei's little square sugar jacket has only four buyers in China at the moment, one of them is a celebrity, the remaining two were bought by Mrs Wang of the Hongyuan Group as a gift to her daughter, and the last one..."

The fat woman's mouth was stiff: "Couldn’t I have bought the last one?"

Zhen Meilie said slowly: "Coincidentally, the last piece is at my home, why don't I ask the family nanny to take some small receipts and certificates for you to see?"

"You ......"

The fat woman's face suddenly turned pale. She is a woman who loves face. She usually thinks her face is higher than the sky. When she came to school this time, she didn't want to be looked down upon and embarrass her children. That's right, but she didn't expect to meet a connoisseur.

The two companions next to her didn't know what was going on, but instead said, "You say what’s true and fake by yourself, puffing up your face, why should we believe you?"

Zhen Mei Li tilted her head and turned to look at the two women standing on the other side, her gaze locked on the long-haired woman who had just been the first to say that Jian Shiwu had had a facelift, and sneered, "I don't know if my words are true, but your face is not necessarily true, and isn't it time for your nose to be fixed?"

The long-haired woman blushed, "You, what are you talking about?"

"Don't you pinch that nose of yours, in which hospital did you get it done? It’s almost deformed you can't tell?" Zhen Meilie leaned against the wall, her hands clasping her arms, like she was looking at some kind of rubbish: "Do you need me to bring you a mirror to look at it?"

The long-haired woman's face went white and red for a while, she wanted to retort but didn't dare pinch her nose.

Zhen Meilie put her gaze on the last short woman, she was probably a little scared, when Zhen Meilie twisted her head to look at her, she actually took two steps back, Zhen Meilie came closer and raised her eyebrows, "And you?”

The short woman was already scared and she quickly said, "What do you want?"

Zhen Meilie raised her eyebrows, "Where did you hear about Jian Shiwu's plastic surgery?"

A silence fell in the air.

Before the shorter woman could say anything, the fat woman next to her said perceptively, "What do you care where we heard about it, what are you to him?"

Zhen Meilie looked at her sideways, just a simple glance that was intimidating.

She was a woman who had seen a lot of things, and the three in front of her, although there were many of them, were simply nothing in front of her .

The short woman was the first to wimp out, she said, "They all say that."

Zhen Mei's eyes snapped, "Who?"

"Just...those children." The shorter woman even shivered a little, "It was all the kids who came home and told us, saying that there were people on the school forums posting pictures of “proof of his cosmetic surgery."

Zhen Meilie’s face turned gloomy throughout.

There was no mother under the sun who didn't love her child, who walked through the gates of hell to give birth to him, gave her heart and soul to her child from the time he was babbling to the time he grew up to become a man, didn't even want to beat or scold him.

But the child she loves so much is the subject of so much criticism at school.

It was like a needle sharply stuck in her heart, and Zhen Meilie even dared not think, if she had not come today, how others would have to poke Jian Shiwu's backbone behind her back, and how much pressure he would have to bear today under the gaze of so many people.

The short individual woman was scared: "I'm going back, you guys can talk here, I'll go first."

"Bang!"

The large door panel of the bathroom was barred and the woman standing at the doorway stood against the light, revealing a dangerous aura all over her body, she lifted her eyes to the three people standing frozen in front of her and raised an eyebrow, "Did I tell you to leave?"

The three women had probably guessed the identity of this woman by now.

The fat woman wasn't arrogant anymore, she was a little pitiful, "What are you going to do, we didn't spread the word, it's useless for you to find us!"

Zhen Meilie chilled: "Tell me what you know."

The long-haired woman trembled: "What's the approximate range..."

Zhen Meili looked at her coldly, flicked her thin lips, solemn and firm, "Alll of it."

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When Jian Shiwu returned, Shen Cheng’s match was just about to start.

Zhen Meili said, "Jian, let's go, go and cheer, Shen Cheng’s on."

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Jian Shiwu had some hesitation, "Isn’t it only family members who go, it’s a bit...inappropriate for me to go, right?"

He felt so shy.

And with so many people watching, it wouldn't be good if there was a misunderstanding.

Zhen Meili lowered her head and gave him a meaningful look: "I'm going to cheer for Shen Cheng, if it's not suitable, atleast he thinks it's fine."

Jian Shiwu's little brain couldn’t turn around for a moment, "Hmm?"

In the end, he was dragged to the track by Zhen Meilie.

Shen Cheng had gone to the front to register early, not knowing that Zhen Meili and Jian Shiwu would be there.

This parent-child games also invited cameramen to follow them. Among the athletes in this row, Shen Cheng’s appearance is outstanding, and naturally it attracts more attention. The reporter came over and tried to interview him: "Hello, what ranking are you going to get in the 1,000m this time?"

Shen Cheng’s indifferent look at her: "Whatever."

“....”

There was a moment of silence at the scene.

The reporter gave an awkward but polite smile, "Don't you want to take first place?"

Shen Cheng’s not much interested: "Whichever I get."

The reporter felt she had a lonely interview, this time the competition involved extra credit and most of the students had their parents around, so many of them were competing for first place, all wanting to come out on top to give their parents glory. She didn’t expect to meet someone like Shen Cheng but it was as if he had become a stream of fresh air, not caring about the results.

The reporter could only smile at the camera and say, "It seems this student is really light on fame and fortune, and has a really good mindset."

Shen Cheng didn’t bother to care what she said.

Entering the race regulation runway, the crowd was boisterous around, many parents were cheering for their children, and these sounds couldn’t have any impact on Shen Cheng, from childhood, no matter what the event was, Gao Can and Shen Dashan basically never showed up, he had long been used to it and naturally didn’t have any expectations.

In his ears, he kept hearing some high voices shouting.

"Zhang Cancan hurry up and warm up a bit, mum is watching you!"

"Go for it son!"

"Come and have another sip of water, check your shoelaces ah!"

So noisy, Shen Cheng thought.

Could it be that shouting such clumsy words would would make one win the championship, it was ridiculous. People who can't run far just can't run fast, so what the hell is the point of it.

He stood with his eyes downcast and was getting impatient when suddenly, he heard a crisp voice with some force coming from the far side of the track, and the boy standing under the basketball hoop in the sunlight waved his hand towards him, "Shen Cheng!"

Shen Cheng’s head lifted and looked towards him.

There were two people standing beside Jian Shiwu.

Zhen Meilie was holding a small flag in her hand, and she said to Shen Cheng on the track, "Go for it kid, move around to warm up, don't rush when you run, take your time..."

Jian Zicheng also shouted, "Go Shen Cheng, uncle will give you a boost!"

Jian Shiwu originally didn't want to shout, but the people around him were shouting louder than they were, so he could only jump and shout at him, "Shen Cheng, we're all here to cheer you on!"

It was crowded, but their figures were extraordinarily clear.

Shen Cheng's originally lazy body unconsciously stood up straight, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up into a smile as he listened to the 'somewhat clumsy' words.

In the front, the reporter was still conducting her commentary to the camera, "This time for the 1,000 metres, according to our interviews, we judge that the one who might run first place will be Zhang of Class A. In the interview just now, Zhang Zhuang showed great enthusiasm and drive, while the other runners have some bottom line that is not very strong, like the one from Class B..."

"Bang!"

The referee's gun went off and the runners on the track sprinted off.

Under the open jaws of all the people, the one who came out on top was instead the teenager who had shown no energy from the very beginning, his figure shot out an arrow off the string, leaving people far behind him, the distance pulled away little by little, as if it was a world away from his previous state.

The cameraman was silent for a long time and asked the reporter: "What did you just want to say?"

Reporter: "......"