Night Fire Lingering

Zheng Wenguang came out of the wardrobe and ruthlessly stepped on the hem of Wen Muzhi's skirt.

He was very tall, nearly 1.9 meters, and he pinched Wen Muzhi's chin, looking down at her.

When its eyes moved, the prosthetic eye had a distinctly mechanical feel, which was somewhat eerie and terrifying.

He said in a sinister tone, "Are you ordering me around?"

"Young Master Zheng, the person who caused you to lose an eye was Wen Junming, and the person who got Wen Junming acquitted was Wen Yan. You need to seek revenge on the right person! Please leave immediately!" Wen Muzhi said coldly. "I'm not ordering you, I'm doing this for your own good. The entire Zheng family is looking for you now. If you are found among us—"

“Haven’t you heard I’m a madman? What right or wrong do you, a madman, have to talk about? Miss Wen, I think this place is nice, and I plan to stay here. If I’m discovered—” Zheng Wenguang interrupted Wen Muzhi with a sinister smile, “Miss Wen, people will also find out that you plan to unplug that woman surnamed Pang’s ventilator.”

Zheng Wenguang never expected that a trip to the hospital a few days ago would lead him to witness Wen Muzhi secretly trying to remove someone's ventilator, thus gaining a major handle against him!

"You said I'd bring you back for one night, and then we'd call it even!" Wen Muzhi was utterly shocked.

Zheng Wenguang clearly had no intention of wiping the slate clean.

He swaggered down onto Wen Muzhi's bed and let out a comfortable sigh.

"Wen Muzhi, I'm very curious, why do you want an old maid to die? Does she know some secret of yours?"

When Wen Muzhi heard the word 'secret', his pupils contracted sharply.

She took a deep breath, walked over, suppressed the humiliation and disgust in her eyes, and leaned down to Zheng Wenguang's side: "Then what do you want to do, young master Zheng?"

Zheng Wenguang immediately noticed Wen Muzhi's snow-white cleavage.

The woman's eyes were alluring and suggestive.

Zheng Wenguang, his face full of disgust, pushed Wen Muzhi off the bed: "Get lost! This young master has no interest in a white lotus like you!"

Wen Muzhi's face flushed red, then turned pale, then pale again, and he quickly pulled his clothes back up, feeling deeply humiliated.

"If you're not interested in me, who are you interested in? Someone like Wen Yan?" Wen Muzhi was like a madman. "Zheng Wenguang, Wen Yan has been married before, and she's been slept with by many men!"

Zheng Wenguang suddenly looked at her, his eyes filled with hatred.

-

Wen Yan's third day of recuperation fell on a workday, so she had to ask the law firm for leave again.

Fortunately, she hadn't been assigned any work during this period, so she wasn't causing any trouble for the law firm.

When Jiang Huaixu reappeared, he brought a very stylish bouquet of flowers.

Gu Yanci sat on the sofa in the ward, with a laptop in front of him, having a meeting.

After Jiang Huaixu placed the bouquet of flowers on the bedside table, Gu Yanci got up and took the flowers away, placing them on the storage cabinet in the corner of the room.

Jiang Huaixu looked at Gu Yanci.

Gu Yanci tilted her chin slightly towards another bouquet of flowers on the bedside table, indicating that there was already one there—a gift from Luo Beiqing.

Wen Yan wanted to say that Gu Yanci's behavior was simply insane!

But there was already a bouquet of flowers by the bedside, so it wasn't unreasonable for him to put Jiang Huaixu's flowers on the shelf—at least he didn't throw Jiang Huaixu's flowers away.

He examined Wen Yan's complexion and said with a smile, "You look better. Does your hand still hurt?"

Wen Yan nodded honestly.

Her hands were covered with nerves, and she had so many wounds of all sizes, so naturally they were in pain.

Gu Yanci crossed his arms, watching coldly, and then taunted Wen Yan, "Do you know what pain is? Will you dare to do it again next time?"

He didn't say it explicitly, but Wen Yan's involvement seemed like a secret between the two of them. This kind of secret, known only to the two of them, was being secretly communicated in front of a third person, creating a subtle ambiguity.

"Why is Young Master Gu still here?" Jiang Huaixu seemed to have just noticed her and turned his head to ask politely.

"Young Master Jiang, aren't you here too?" Gu Yanci asked in return.

—If you're here, how can I not be?

"Young Master Gu, I'm not like you. You're about to become a thing of the past." Jiang Huaixu had brought two boxes of fresh-cut fruit with him and asked Wen Yan, "What would you like to eat?"

He didn't mind at all that he was being seen as a "third party" in Gu Yanci's eyes; he was frank and natural about it. In Wen Yan's eyes, it was just normal interaction between good friends.

“She doesn’t eat snake fruit, avocado, or green grapes.” Gu Yanci found the box of fruit very appealing, except for one banana, which Wen Yan would eat but didn’t like.

Gu Yanci smiled and commented, "Young Master Jiang is quite good at making choices."

Jiang Huaixu wasn't angry. He readily put away the box of fruit and took another box: "Blueberries, strawberries, and cherries. Do you like any of these?"

Gu Yanci: "..."

This box contains them, all of them.

When Luo Beiqing arrived, she saw that President Gu's face looked as if he had swallowed a fly. She smiled and asked, "What's wrong? Why is the atmosphere so strange?"

Wen Yan shrugged and didn't say anything.

Luo Beiqing pretended not to notice the undercurrent between the two men and said to Wen Yan, "The discharge procedures are complete. You can go home to rest today. We'll come back next week to change your dressing."

"Isn't it inconvenient for Yan Yan to be alone?" Jiang Huaixu said.

Gu Yanci immediately replied, "It is indeed inconvenient."

"What, does Young Master Gu want to take care of you personally? Your current status isn't quite appropriate." Jiang Huaixu glanced at him, walked around the foot of the bed, and stood in front of Wen Yan. "A maid who is very good at taking care of patients came to the capital with me. Yan Yan, why don't you have her go and take care of you for a few days?"

"..." Luo Beiqing could no longer bear it and asked the two men, "Am I not human?"

After saying that, he gestured for the maid waiting outside to come in and help Wen Yan pack her things.

“Miss Luo, Young Master He has already returned to Beijing. Don’t you need to stay with your husband?” Gu Yanci held one of Wen Yan’s coats but didn’t hand it to the maid.

Luo Beiqing's smile froze briefly before she laughed and said, "What's the point of spending time with a dog of a man?"

Luo Beiqing brought servants and bodyguards with him, and helped Wen Yan leave. The servants and bodyguards took care of everything else.

Wen Yan escorted Jiang Huaixu to the ward building and raised her heavily bandaged hands: "Senior, once I'm healed, I'll treat you to a meal. Thank you for coming to see me, and please take good care of yourself."

"Okay." Jiang Huaixu nodded with a smile.

Wen Yan got into the car driven by Luo Beiqing and didn't speak to Gu Yanci again from beginning to end, as if she didn't even see him.

Gu Yanci clicked his tongue: "Young Master Jiang seems quite happy eating the money that women are paying for."

Jiang Huaixu was not ashamed: "Whether it's a free lunch or a hard meal, as long as I have food to eat, I'm not picky."

-

Inside a McLaren.

Luo Beiqing noticed that Wen Yan was looking in the rearview mirror.

In the rearview mirror, Gu Yanci and Jiang Huaixu's figures gradually receded into the distance, eventually disappearing completely.

"Why didn't you even say goodbye to Gu Yanci? That's not like your usual polite self," Luo Beiqing teased.

Wen Yan looked away: "I hope that the next time I talk to him, the topic will be divorce."