Night Fire Lingering

When will she push...?

Wait, when Wen Muzhi reached for her hand, she brushed it away...

But with that little strength, can it even be considered a push?

"You believe her?" Wen Yan found it absurd.

Gu Yanci stated factually: "Wen Zhizhi, I believe in the facts."

The fact is, Wen Muzhi's hand has malfunctioned again.

Wen Yan's eyes stung, and she quickly closed them, forcibly suppressing the tears brought on by this extreme absurdity and ridiculousness.

A few seconds later, the Mercedes-Benz G-Class suddenly braked hard, turned around, and drove back.

"Gu Yanci." As they approached the Wen family villa, Wen Yan spoke coldly, "When are we going to sign the divorce papers?"

“I said I would talk to my lawyer.”

It means that he was not unwilling to sign.

-

Wen Muzhi sat in the courtyard outside the villa, with a maid carrying her bag, looking as if she was about to go to the hospital at any moment.

Her left wrist was already wrapped in gauze, so the extent of the injury was not visible.

"Brother Ci, I can't feel my wrist anymore, I...I'm a little scared..."

Hands are essential tools for normal life, and losing sensation in them is indeed quite frightening.

"Where are your uncle and aunt?" Gu Yanci asked Wen Yonghai and Wan Ying.

Wen Muzhi smiled wryly: "They're all busy worrying about Junming."

Wen Yan looked through the passenger window at Wen Muzhi and her still-married husband behaving intimately.

A few seconds later, she pushed open the door, got out of the car, and strode over.

"what!"

Completely unprepared, Wen Muzhi was suddenly and violently shoved from the side, causing him to stumble several steps. A servant rushed to help him, and a piercing pain shot through his right ankle.

"Second Miss, what are you doing!" The maid protected Wen Muzhi and angrily rebuked her.

Wen Yan pointed to Wen Muzhi's left hand. Wen Muzhi instinctively protected his left hand with his right hand, while pulling his left hand back into his arms. His mobility was not affected at all.

"You said I pushed you, and I did push you just now. I did what I did, but looking at your hand—" Wen Yan tilted her head curiously, "it's perfectly fine?"

A flicker of panic crossed Wen Muzhi's eyes, and he instinctively looked at Gu Yanci.

Seeing that Gu Yanci wasn't looking at her at all, but instead at Wen Yan with a deep gaze that she couldn't understand.

Fortunately, the man did not suspect her, and Wen Muzhi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yan Yan, you..." Wen Muzhi seemed helpless against Wen Yan's willful and capricious nature. "I know you didn't mean it before, but this time—"

"I did it on purpose!" Wen Yan admitted nonchalantly. "I admit it was something I did. But Wen Muzhi, don't try to pin this on me!"

"Second Miss, don't go too far!" the maid said sternly.

Wen Muzhi was so angry that his eyes filled with tears. He asked sharply, "What about five years ago? You almost cut off my entire hand. You dare to say you didn't do it?!"

Wen Yan opened her mouth, wanting to argue, but she was speechless, her chest filled with grief and indignation that she could not vent.

she……

She can't remember.

She was in a bad mental state at the time, and she didn't think she would do something so vicious and cruel, but there was no reason for Wen Muzhi to harm himself to that extent just to frame her.

To this day, she has no evidence to prove that she was not the one who hurt Wen Muzhi!

She was the only person present besides Wen Muzhi. If it wasn't her, who else could it be?

"Alright!" Gu Yanci interrupted coldly, glanced at Wen Yan, and said to Wen Muzhi, "Muzhi, I'll take you to the hospital."

“Gu Yanci, since Wen Muzhi called you here to protect her, and you gladly protect her, then please don’t get in my car and leave with me next time. It disgusts me!” The cold female voice sounded somewhat indifferent, a chilling expression after she had tried her best to suppress her emotions. Wen Yan said, “We don’t need to meet until your lawyer contacts me.”

-

The G-Wagon sped along the road.

A short while later, a Bentley pulled up beside them and deliberately cut off Wen Yan's G-Class.

The Bentley's window rolled down, revealing Zhou Qi's face in the back seat.

Both cars pulled over to the side of the road.

Wen Yan put on a mask to cover the messy injuries on her face, only revealing her almond-shaped eyes. Her cold gaze still made Zhou Qi's scalp tingle.

I've only ever heard of couples looking alike, how can there be such a thing as couples having the same aura?

"Assistant Zhou, you don't know the traffic regulations? Do I have to teach you?"

Zhou Qi said with a forced smile, "Madam, Mr. Gu informed me twenty minutes ago that he wanted me to bring two people to help you move your things back to Longyu Bay?"

Twenty minutes ago, Gu Yanci received Wen Muzhi's call.

"Zhou Qi, I'm not living in Longyu Bay anymore. Didn't Gu Yanci tell you?"

Zhou Qi smiled and shook his head, stubbornly insisting that he had not received any notification.

Wen Yan leaned against the car door, looking as languid as a cat: "Do you know why Gu Yanci asked you to come and see me off? Do you know where he is right now?"

"Madam..." Zhou Qi hesitated, pondering how to phrase his words in a way that would not embarrass Wen Yan.

“He’s with Wen Muzhi right now.” Wen Yan felt there was nothing wrong with saying it. “You’re his confidante, and you know very well what my marital relationship with him is really like. But Zhou Qi, it’s me who doesn’t want him anymore. I’m not the one who needs pity.”

-

Wen Muzhi's test results came back quickly.

The doctor, holding the examination report, said, "Ms. Wen's hand is fine, but she has a sprained ankle and needs to rest for a few days."

It's nothing serious.

These four words made Wen Muzhi, who felt guilty, tremble.

She held her left wrist with her right hand, tears welling in her eyes as she endured the pain: "Brother Ci, it really hurts."

"Ms. Wen's hand was seriously injured, and some hidden ailments are indeed not easy to detect," the doctor said, expressing his understanding.

"Muzhi, did Wen Yan really push you?" Gu Yanci suddenly asked.

His question was so abrupt that the entire consultation room fell silent, and several people looked at Gu Yanci.

Gu Yanci looked at Wen Muzhi with a calm gaze, his deep-set brow bones exuding a powerful aura.

Wen Muzhi's tears froze in his eyes, his face pale: "Brother Ci, you saw her push me with your own eyes..."

"I mean, the time I didn't see it."

Wen Muzhi's hair stood on end, and he dared not look Gu Yanci in the eye; his eyes trembled.

After a few seconds of stalemate, she asked incredulously, almost ridiculously, "Brother Ci, do you think I'm slandering her?"