Chapter 2092: Livestream Kneeling on Durian 3

After Mother Han’s interview aired, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law issues almost vanished. She protected her daughter-in-law even more than her own son.

They all say it’s hard to be a wealthy family’s daughter-in-law, but she married into a rich family without any issues, and countless people were green with envy.

Sarcastic comments flooded Weibo.

Good husband, and even better mother-in-law.

Why does all the good fortune in the world land on Zhuang Xuejun?

Clearly, she was a minor celebrity who had retired, never really hot, but suddenly she becomes a Phoenix, making everyone envious and jealous!

Zhuang Xuejun glanced at the chaotic online posts and lost interest.

She opened Han Luoqi’s live stream, and he was still kneeling.

With a determined look, it seemed he wouldn’t get up unless she went out.

The bullet comments were filled with pleas, all asking her to forgive him.

Zhuang Xuejun walked to the window and secretly peeked outside.

In fact, the moment she saw Han Luoqi kneeling on durian in public, she was no longer angry.

Though he had been excessive, unscrupulous to achieve his goals, and didn’t consider her and the child’s safety at all.

He left home without a word and didn’t return for a week, leaving her to face the rumors.

But for a man to kneel, it’s like his pride was on the line; if a man is willing to go this far for you, what more could she ask for.

But, with so many people outside...

She didn’t dare go out now.

The reporters left a trauma.

Not knowing what to do, she called Xia Weibao for help.

"Baby, what should I do?"

"What do you mean what should you do?" Xia Weibao was lying in the warm room of the garden, enjoying the flowers and eating fruit.

"Han Luoqi is still outside kneeling on durian, what should I do?"

"Oh, that, just let him kneel, it’s not like he’ll die. Meanwhile, call him and tell him not to kneel too hard, don’t ruin the durian. You could send it to me to eat."

Zhuang Xuejun, "..."

Xia Weibao, you foodie!

After hanging up, Zhuang Xuejun laughed and swore at her as a bad friend, then worriedly looked towards the window.

In such big sun, would he get a heatstroke from the sun?

Han Luoqi knelt straight, with a resolute expression, fully embodying the stance of "if my wife doesn’t come out, I will not get up!"

In his mind, he cursed Lu Hualiang eight hundred times!

What kind of bad idea was kneeling on durian for apologizing to one’s wife? He’d been kneeling for over half an hour, and his knees were about to peel!

But Zhuang Xuejun still didn’t seem to have any intention of coming out.

What to do now, so desperate.

In his mind, climbing through the window to hug his wife and coax her seemed more effective than a bitter trick.

After kneeling for another five minutes, and still no sign of Zhuang Xuejun, Han Luoqi was starting to sway, almost unable to hold on.

So he made a call to Lu Hualiang’s phone.

"Director Lu, your idea of kneeling on durians doesn’t work at all!" His tone was filled with resentment, overflowing with grievance.

Lu Hualiang leaned back in his office chair, speaking with experience, "Don’t worry, women are soft-hearted. Keep kneeling, she might just be watching from the window feeling sorry for you."

Han Luoqi retorted, "I don’t think it’s reliable at all."

Director Lu gave a domineering cold snort, "Trust me, there’s no mistake."

This was his experienced advice, after all.

Suddenly thinking of something, he added, "By the way, while you’re kneeling, be gentle, don’t ruin the durian. If it can’t be eaten, the consequences are serious."

Han Luoqi even stopped retorting, "You must mean your wife."

Only Xia Weibao, that foodie, would value durians more over her husband!