Xiao Mo waved a hand, cutting Wang Xiaoliang off.
"Nuomi and I have considered that line of thinking. But there's another possibility-his wife lied to him for over twenty years, hiding a secret this big. Do you think he hates her for it? This time, he might be settling the score for his hatred of He Rumeng too."
Nuomi sat beside Xiao Mo, one hand resting on the armrest, her face expressionless. She had clearly gone over all this with Xiao Mo repeatedly.
Huang Xueli suddenly sat up straight and looked at Wang Xiaoliang. "That makes sense. If he's already decided to divorce her and hates He Rumeng to the bone for keeping this from him for twenty years, then exposing her would mean doing something for him that he wanted to do but hadn't. Losing some money? He doesn't care. He wants to vent his anger. That way, he can preserve his public image without personally getting into an ugly fight with He Rumeng."
"Exactly. Right now, he's probably desperate for us to expose her," Xiao Mo said, spelling it out. "We think we're fighting back, but we're actually helping him."
Wang Xiaoliang fell silent, his train of thought scattering before coming together again. He glanced at Wei Zijin. She sat beside him without having said a word, her face tense.
Silence fell over the room again.
Just then, Nuomi's phone rang.
Everyone's attention turned to her. Nuomi picked up her phone and glanced at the screen, her brow shifting slightly. "The distillery's sales manager."
Xiao Mo nodded to her.
Nuomi answered and put it on speaker. A man's voice came through, carrying a slight regional accent. "Ms. Mi, I've reported the situation to our boss. He'd like to meet you in person, sit down and talk, and see