Night Fire Lingering

Luo Beiqing glanced at Wen Yan beside her and reminded her, "Gu Yanci doesn't want a divorce."

Wen Yan remained silent for a few seconds.

“I know.” He paused, then added, “He hasn’t been thinking straight lately.”

Luo Beiqing was very interested: "What's wrong with it?"

"I can't quite put my finger on it." Wen Yan snorted. "Maybe men are just like that. When I brought up divorce, he suddenly realized that I was a pretty good Mrs. Gu, and he's not used to being divorced."

There's not much to say about a scumbag who's about to get divorced; Luo Beiqing has a new gossip subject.

"Yan Yan, what do you think of that guy from the Jiang family?"

"Senior Jiang? He's a very good person." Wen Yan gave him high praise without hesitation. "He's gentle and gentlemanly, intelligent, good-tempered, and has a good sense of propriety."

Luo Beiqing tilted his head and grinned mischievously, saying, "I think Jiang Huaixu likes you!"

"What?" Wen Yan was shocked and shook her head. "Impossible. He knows that Gu Yanci and I are husband and wife. He is good-looking, has a good family background, and is intelligent. He has no reason to be interested in me."

Luo Beiqing shrugged: "Didn't he already know you wanted a divorce?"

Yan Yan from their family doesn't realize how charming she is!

Wen Yan blinked, and thinking of the possibility that Jiang Huaixu might have feelings for her, she immediately shook her head, banishing the absurd idea from her mind.

Wen Yan said helplessly, "There's no possibility between him and me, so don't even think about shipping us!"

Luo Beiqing escorted Wen Yan home.

"Why don't you just go home? He Tingchuan has finally come back, and you've been staying here every few days. I'm afraid Young Master He will think there's something going on between us and come after me." Wen Yan joked, "I'll just hire a caregiver."

“No caregiver is as good as me.” Luo Beiqing entered the room and skillfully took out slippers for Wen Yan from the shoe cabinet.

Wen Yan stopped and looked her over: "Bei Qing."

"Ok?"

"Did you and He Tingchuan have a fight?"

Sunset, dusk, early summer lights.

The warm yellow light indoors brought a sense of comfort to the heart.

After a long pause, Luo Beiqing said nonchalantly, "I went home last week and caught him and Qiao Weiwei lying in the same bed."

"Who? Qiao Weiwei?" Wen Yan stared wide-eyed in shock, unable to believe it.

This woman used the trick of stripping naked and offering herself to Luo Beiqing and He Tingchuan when they had just gotten their marriage certificate. Why is she doing it again?

"Doesn't Qiao Weiwei have any shame?" Wen Yan calmed herself down. "Did He Tingchuan offer any explanation?"

Luo Beiqing sneered: "Young Master He is used to being unrestrained, why would he bother explaining himself to others?"

Upon witnessing that jarring scene, Luo Beiqing turned and left, fearing that he might physically break up the couple.

Do you need an explanation?

Are you going to cause trouble?

Luo Beiqing felt it was unnecessary. Originally, He Tingchuan married her because of her mother's dying wish, not because he loved her.

"I'm thinking, should I get a divorce too?" Luo Beiqing sighed.

"Bei Qing, why didn't you tell me sooner?" Wen Yan looked at Luo Bei Qing with concern.

"I'm fine!" Luo Beiqing pretended to be relaxed. "He and I were just a fake couple to begin with. We didn't get married because we liked each other. I know he's been cheating on me for years."

"Northern tilt..."

Luo Beiqing suppressed her smile: "Alright, knowing is not the same as seeing it with your own eyes."

I feel so disgusted I want to vomit!

Wen Yan gave Luo Beiqing a hug.

Luo Beiqing was both amused and exasperated, and gently put her hands down: "Be good, patient, don't move your little hands around!"

-

When Wen Jun arrived, Wen Yan and Luo Beiqing were at home watching a drama.

"Come and have some soup, your favorite mushroom and chicken soup." Wen Junming enthusiastically ladled out the nourishing soup he had brought.

The words "what you like" instantly reminded Wen Yan of the time two days ago when Gu Yanci had unhesitatingly stated which fruits she disliked in the hospital room.

The speed at which he blurted it out made Wen Yan suspect that he truly remembered her preferences, and remembered them very clearly.

"Wen Junming".

"what?"

Wen Yan asked abruptly, "Did Gu Yanci ask you to bring the soup?"

Wen Junming had a look on his face that said, "Holy crap, are you a god? How did you know?" but he still insisted, "No! It was stewed at home!"

“I’m the only one in my family who likes mushrooms. Since my mother passed away, we’ve never made mushroom chicken soup at home.” Wen Yan looked at him.

Wen Junming couldn't stand her stare any longer: "Oh, your man's worried about you! He couldn't reach you, so he contacted me—wait, why couldn't he reach you?"

"Oh, maybe it's because I blocked him." Wen Yan walked back to the sofa and sat down. "I don't eat his food, take it with me."

"No way!" Wen Junming walked over nonchalantly, trying to persuade his sugar daddy, "If you block him, then if he tries to talk to you about a divorce, won't he be unable to contact you either?"

Wen Yan raised her hands, which were wrapped tightly: "Once I remove the bandages, I'll remove his phone number from the blacklist."

Wen Junming: "..."

Are all top students this meticulous?

Wen Junming slunk downstairs carrying the untouched soup.

Gu Yanci leaned against the wall, smoking his fifth cigarette.

Amidst the billowing smoke, the man's handsome and noble features revealed a hint of melancholy.

“She won’t drink.” Wen Junming sighed. “Brother-in-law, Wen Yan blocked you. I think you deserved it this time.”

Wen Junming felt pain whenever he thought of Wen Yan's injuries back then.

Gu Yanci wasn't angry at being rebuffed, and asked, "How is she feeling?"

"She's alright, but I saw her accidentally touch her injured hand several times, and she was grimacing in pain." Wen Junming looked at Gu Yanci and deliberately added, "Poor her!"

Gu Yanci stubbed out his cigarette.

-

Two days later.

Luo Beiqing's WeChat was bombarded with messages from various drinking buddies in his circle:

[Bei Qing, do you know that Wen Muzhi's hands are going to be ruined?]

[Bei Qing, I have something to ask you. I heard that Wen Yan injured Wen Muzhi's hand?]

[Bei Qing, what happened to Wen Yan and Wen Muzhi?]

The news that Wen Muzhi had injured his left hand again and needed surgery spread throughout the wealthy social circle.

"Bei Qing, what's wrong?" Wen Yan noticed that Luo Bei Qing's expression was off.

Luo Beiqing smiled slightly and said, "Many people have been asking me if you hurt Wen Muzhi."

Wen Yan wasn't surprised at all, and laughed along: "It seems that Wen Muzhi's hand condition is not optimistic, otherwise she wouldn't have stirred up public opinion so early."

When Wen Yan went to the Wen family villa alone, she sent a message to Luo Beiqing in advance. If she did not report that she was safe and sound within three hours, Luo Beiqing would come to find her.

In other words, even without Wen Junming's presence, Luo Beiqing would have quickly noticed that Wen Yan was acting strangely. To put Luo Beiqing's mind at ease, Wen Yan immediately had Wen Junming send him a message to let him know she was safe.

Therefore, Luo Beiqing knew exactly what Wen Yan had done.

Luo Beiqing looked on with anticipation: "The bigger Wen Muzhi makes a scene now, the more embarrassing it will be for her later."