Night Fire Lingering

He Tingchuan called his secretary to take Mingzhu home, and on the way, they found a pharmacy to treat the injuries on her face.

Mingzhu is the only daughter of the Ming family, and her mother is a daughter of the Gu family. According to seniority, she should call Gu Yanci her maternal uncle. Mingzhu originally thought that with the support of her mother's Gu family and the support of Aunt He's He family, there was no way she could be wronged.

As a result, the grievances she suffered today were caused by Wen Yan and Luo Beiqing. Even with Gu Yanci and He Tingchuan right beside her, she still had to suffer!

"He Tingchuan, aren't you going to see her off?" Luo Beiqing, not wanting to miss out on trouble, gestured with his chin toward Mingzhu, who was leaving in tears. "She's your mother's darling, the daughter-in-law she's chosen!"

With no one else around, He Tingchuan sat down on the nearest sofa, sitting down with his arms outstretched in the most relaxed posture possible. He even loosened his tie a little, complaining that it was too tight.

"Luo Beiqing, are you the director of the Yin-Yang Bureau? Can't you just speak directly?" He Tingchuan lacked Gu Yanci's elegance, but possessed a wildness that emanated from his bones.

He was impatient and stretched out his long leg, his leather shoe toe touching Luo Beiqing's high heels. "Mrs. He, instead of worrying about others, why don't you look at where your husband is in your phone?"

Luo Beiqing: "..."

Pull black?

Luo Beiqing felt that this was absolutely impossible!

"Look, you're not on my blacklist." She immediately opened her contacts, pulled up the blacklist, and showed it to He Tingchuan. "Although I was very unhappy to see you spending money with other women as soon as you came back, and even taking things from me, it's because you embarrassed me, not—"

"Stop." He Tingchuan interrupted Wen Yan, suddenly saying, "The third one is me."

"???" Luo Beiqing stared at the unfamiliar phone number, looking at He Tingchuan with a puzzled expression. "Is this you?"

Luo Beiqing then looked at Wen Yan and asked her for confirmation: "Isn't this the guy who insisted on getting our phone numbers at the bar before?"

"you?"

Wen Yan felt the man beside her suddenly become sharp.

Gu Yanci glanced at her.

Which bar? And we need to exchange phone numbers?

"..." Wen Yan felt inexplicably guilty; she was just too moral.

She tried to evoke Luo Beiqing's memory: "No, the number we gave you was fake."

"Oh." Luo Beiqing didn't feel guilty.

She couldn't believe she could do something so outrageous, so she immediately blacklisted the person.

Then I received a face-to-face phone call from He Tingchuan.

Luo Beiqing: "..."

Wen Yan: "…………"

It's hard to defend my best friend.

Luo Beiqing smiled awkwardly, "You can't blame me, He Tingchuan. You haven't been home for so long, I'm not familiar with you anymore. Besides, I didn't even hold it against you for taking my beloved thing and giving it to someone else's woman, and you're holding it against me for putting you on my blacklist?"

When he said the second half of the sentence, Luo Beiqing became particularly confident, with an air of "If you keep arguing with me, be careful I'll settle accounts with you too."

He Tingchuan didn't bother arguing with a woman over such trivial matters, and said, "I won't be leaving for the time being, Mrs. He. You have time to get to know me."

"..." Luo Beiqing wasn't actually prepared for her unfamiliar husband to come home. "I have plans to go out with Yan Yan tonight, so I'm not coming home."

He Tingchuan looked at Gu Yanci, teasing him with a hint of unrestrained sarcasm: "Young Master Gu, isn't your husband coming home either?"

The word "also" is used exceptionally well.

It is clear that He Tingchuan already knew some of the rumors about Gu Yanci and Wen Yan's divorce.

"Young Master He is well-informed." Gu Yanci said with a displeased expression.

He Tingchuan smiled but didn't say anything.

To leave the venue, you need to pass through the after-party hall.

As soon as Gu Yanci and He Tingchuan appeared, they were surrounded by guests, exchanging pleasantries.

Wen Muzhi, having been humiliated by wearing a counterfeit dress, quickly made his escape.

Wen Junming met some friends who were having fun, and when he saw Wen Yan, he ran over excitedly.

"Wen Yan, I'm so sorry..." Wen Junming's expression was somewhat unnatural. They had originally agreed to it, but the item was snatched away by someone else.

Wen Yan knew that Wen Junming couldn't be blamed for this. "You're not the one who should apologize. You're just doing your own thing."

Given Wen Junming's limited intelligence, he probably only found out on the day he got home that Wan Ying and Wen Muzhi had touched his mother's belongings.

Wen Yan and Luo Beiqing planned to leave immediately.

Before the two had even left the hall, the suit-wearing photographer hurriedly ran over, carrying a sandalwood jewelry box.

"Miss Wen, please wait!" The auctioneer opened the jewelry box, and inside was the emerald beaded necklace that Wen Yan had always dreamed of. "This is a gift from the buyer."

This string of emeralds was the center of attention at the auction, and the guests never expected there to be a follow-up.

Gu Yanci was arranging for someone to pay the final payment for the auction items when he heard this, he paused, and his gaze instantly sharpened.

"Who is the buyer?" Wen Yan asked, puzzled. She did not reach out to take the box.

“I don’t know either,” the proxy bidder said, “but the buyer said he knows this jewelry is very important to you and hopes you won’t feel pressured to accept it!”

Before Wen Yan could refuse, the agent said, "He's an old acquaintance of yours. Consider this a small gift for after so many years. Miss Wen, this is your mother's keepsake. You don't need to let your mother's legacy be left unattended for the sake of others, don't you think?"

Having said that, Wen Yan couldn't refuse: "Please thank your employer for me."

She took the jade beaded string and stroked it with great care.

The surrounding guests looked at each other in disbelief. This was worth tens of millions, not just a few thousand!

Who on earth is making such a big move?

Is the acquaintance Wen Yan's elder or... a suitor?

Thinking of this, everyone couldn't help but look at Gu Yanci.

However, Gu Yanci always kept his emotions hidden in public, so it was impossible to tell his true thoughts. One could only roughly tell that he wasn't very happy.

Who would be happy about that?

But is this really Wen Yan's mother's keepsake?

The Wen family is truly despicable!

"Bei Qing, let's go." Having retrieved her belongings, Wen Yan felt no lingering attachment to the auction house.

The Maserati sped through the night.

"Although we don't know who's behind this, it lets Young Master Gu know that his wife is very sought after!" Luo Beiqing said with a smile. "But Gu Yanci is too patient; his expression didn't even change just now!"

"He doesn't care about me, so of course his expression won't change."

Wen Yan planned to save the money first, and return it to the buyer if she had the chance to meet him later.

Wen Yan's apartment is in the city center, so the two of them went back to the apartment and ordered takeout.

An hour later, Wen Yan received a call from the deliveryman, who said that the property management wouldn't let him in and asked if Wen Yan could pick it up at the main gate.

Wen Yan didn't think it was a big deal, so she told Luo Beiqing, who was washing up in the bathroom, and went out wearing slippers.

She went out in her slippers, and just as she reached the door, a dark figure suddenly darted out from the stairwell.

Wen Yan instinctively tried to block, but her opponent was incredibly skilled. In an instant, the opponent covered Wen Yan's mouth, grabbed her hand, and held her waist, pushing her into the stairwell in a flash.

“Hmm…Hmm…”

Wen Yan smelled a strong odor of alcohol.

Just as she was about to cry for help, the dark figure pressing down on her spoke: "Wen Zhizhi."

The sound was very low and deep, without disturbing the motion-activated lights in the stairwell.

Wen Yan quickly calmed down, raised her eyes, and looked up at the man who was a head taller than her.

The light was too dim for her to see the man's face clearly; she could only make out a vague outline.

But she could still feel the burning intensity of the man's gaze.