Night Fire Lingering

"When did I ever say I liked Wen Muzhi?" Gu Yanci retorted.

The problem comes back again.

"You don't like her?" Receiving this answer so clearly for the first time, Wen Yan was shocked and felt it was absurd. "If you don't like her, then why are you so good to her?"

Gu Yanci sat down beside her bed again and asked in a very good mood, "How have I been good to her?"

"Where is it good?" Wen Yan asked incredulously. How could this man ask such a question?

She was so angry that she wanted to count to three on her fingers, but her hands were not under her control, so she could only talk.

"Gu Yanci, you were the one who got her the top medical team, weren't you? You were the one who provided her with resources and promoted her, weren't you? You were the one who was close to her when she was little, weren't you? You were the one who left my bed and couldn't wait to see her without even washing up, weren't you?"

"You swear too?" Gu Yanci raised an eyebrow, as if he had discovered some new fun.

From childhood to adulthood, she rarely used rude words.

"Gu Yanci, do you want me to list more?" Wen Yan ignored his change of topic.

Gu Yanci looked at Wen Yan. Her face was extremely beautiful, with delicate features. Her innate noble air was mixed with a pure academic naiveté, making it hard to look away—just like the men surrounding her.

“Wen Yan, think carefully, besides these things, what else have I done for Wen Muzhi?” Gu Yanci said, “I bring you gifts every time I go on a business trip, but she doesn’t. I buy you clothes, jewelry and bags that I think you would like, but she doesn’t. You like to touch my abs while you sleep, and I regularly work out without fail, but she doesn’t do that either.”

"You're my husband, isn't this what you should be doing?" Wen Yan was incredulous and furious.

Gu Yanci was taken aback, then a thought struck him: "What am I to you?"

She used to only say that he was her husband.

She rarely says 'husband'.

Husband, that is a legal and social identity.

The husband, on the other hand, clearly showed intimacy and a sense of acceptance.

Wen Yan rolled her eyes in exasperation, turned her head away, and didn't want to discuss this issue with him anymore.

Gu Yanci asked her, somewhat amused, "Aren't you going to keep asking?"

"I'm not asking anymore!" Wen Yan snorted. "If you don't like Wen Muzhi, you don't like Wen Muzhi. It's none of my business!"

Gu Yanci pinched her chin and turned her head back. Although her expression didn't change much, she was clearly unhappy.

"How can it be nothing? Aren't I your husband?"

Wen Yan corrected him: "You will soon be no longer, President Gu."

Right now, it's just that her hand injury is stopping her divorce proceedings.

"Wen Yan, I don't like Wen Muzhi. Haven't I made that clear?" Gu Yanci was getting anxious.

Although he reprimanded Wen Yan for setting a dangerous trap, he had indeed found a weakness in Wen Muzhi. At the very least, if Wen Muzhi were to resort to desperate measures and try to threaten Wen Yan into intentionally harming someone, Wen Yan would have evidence that would benefit her.

But why does she still want a divorce?

Gu Yanci leaned closer to her and bit her lower lip without any hesitation, almost through gritted teeth, and asked, "Because of Jiang Huaixu? You like Jiang Huaixu that much? Hmm?"

Wen Yan looked at him with some sadness, "This has nothing to do with Senior Jiang."

Gu Yanci sneered.

She actually wanted to protect Jiang Huaixu!

-

The next morning.

Luo Beiqing brought breakfast and a document in a brown paper bag to the ward. Behind him, the bodyguard carried a bouquet of flowers, which Luo Beiqing instructed to place on Wen Yan's bedside.

Seeing the large Buddha statue sitting on the sofa, she said, "Oh, Young Master Gu hasn't left yet? Is the Gu Group going bankrupt?"

"Miss Luo." Gu Yanci pretended not to notice Luo Beiqing's sarcastic tone.

Luo Beiqing said directly, "Young Master Gu, Yan Yan and I have something to say privately. If it's not convenient for you to listen, would you mind moving over?"

Gu Yanci glanced at Wen Yan, who had ignored her all night, and then, unusually, obediently went out.

Luo Beiqing closed the ward door behind him and locked it, then asked Wen Yan, "Oh, he's being so obedient today. He didn't do anything to you last night, did he?"

"No, I just took a bite."

"Not yet?"

"As if it had been chewed by a dog."

At least after that, Gu Yanci didn't touch her again. While she slept, he worked on documents on the sofa.

"The DNA report is in." Luo Beiqing's teasing expression vanished, and he placed his finger on the seal of the brown paper bag. "Shall I open it now and show it to you?"

"it is good."

Wen Yan stared intently at the brown paper bag, her waiting time a mix of anticipation and calm.

The report clearly stated in black and white: "No kinship."

"How could there not be? Could it be that I'm mistaken?" Wen Yan asked, her face full of astonishment.

There's one more.

Luo Beiqing showed Wen Yan another result—

[They have a biological parent-child relationship, with a sample site similarity rate of 99.99%. They are related.]

"This one contains the test results for the toothbrush and hair." Luo Beiqing pointed to the first one, then to the second one, "This one contains the test results for the blood and hair."

Luo Beiqing carefully put away the two medical reports and reminded her, "Yan Yan, that toothbrush was specially prepared for you by Wen Muzhi."

"Yes, I guessed it." Wen Yan collected Wen Muzhi's blood just in case.

-

Wen Yonghai and Wan Ying returned to the hospital, but did not see Wen Muzhi. The doctor told them that Wen Muzhi had insisted on leaving two hours earlier.

Wan Ying was so anxious that she burst into tears on the spot. She called Wen Muzhi, who answered the phone and only said, "Mom, don't worry, I'll be back at the hospital as soon as possible," before hanging up immediately.

Wen family villa.

Wen Muzhi entered his bedroom, locked the door behind him, and opened the innermost cabinet in the walk-in closet.

The man sat slumped on her skirt, his face full of hostility, and listlessly raised his eyes.

Of those eyes, one was noticeably darker; it was a prosthetic eye.

Wen Muzhi said coldly, "Young Master Zheng, it's time for you to leave!"