Night Fire Lingering

Wen Muzhi unconsciously clenched his fists, a sharp pain shooting through his wrist.

Gu Yanci indeed chose to protect Wen Yan, just as expected...

What's so good about Wen Yan?

Wen Muzhi could no longer suppress her grief, and a look of pain appeared on her face, as if her wounds were very painful.

“Yan Yan, you should leave first! I… I don’t want to see you! I forgive you, I don’t blame you for hurting my hand again, but… but every time I see you, the wound on my left hand keeps hurting, reminding me of what happened over and over again…”

Luo Beiqing couldn't help but roll her eyes on the spot.

What an amazing innocent flower!

Seeing this, the guests felt even more sorry for Wen Muzhi. Some forced Wen Yan to apologize to Wen Muzhi, some wanted to drive Wen Yan away, and some hurled insults at her.

Wen Yan listened calmly, a smile on her face from beginning to end, as if she wasn't the one being attacked.

On the large screen in the banquet hall, a Vlog of Wen Muzhi from childhood to adulthood was played—cute as a child, beautiful as an adult, from receiving various awards to traveling all over the world, she was clearly the most perfect daughter in the eyes of her elders.

Suddenly, the melodious violin music in the Vlog stopped!

The sudden silence startled the guests, who instinctively looked at the large screen.

The large screen suddenly switched to a top-down video view—Wen Muzhi suddenly rushed towards Wen Yan, knocking her down and shattering a porcelain vase in the process! The vase was broken into pieces, and Wen Yan, pinned down by Wen Muzhi, had her hands exposed as she plunged them into the porcelain shards!

The bright red blood was glaring and soaked the off-white carpet.

Wen Yan looked at Gu Yanci behind her in surprise.

She tampered with Wen Muzhi's birthday vlog today, but the video she uploaded was taken by her miniature camera at eye level.

And this overhead angle is clearly Gu Yanci's!

Why did he do this?

Is he willing to be implicated in this?

Gu Yanci glanced down at her, said nothing, and looked back at the big screen.

The bright red blood, no matter how many times he saw it, still stung his eyes.

The two-minute video ends, then repeats itself, in a loop.

"What is this? A video recording?"

"Mu Zhitui's Wen Yan? Impossible, right?"

"Wen Yan's hands were also bandaged... The video can't be faked, can it?"

"From this angle, it's crystal clear! My God, Wen Muzhi's hand wasn't done by Wen Yan at all?"

……

"Turn it off! Turn it off right now!"

Wan Ying was the first to react and rushed to the rear control panel to turn off the video, only to find that the computer was out of control and the video could not be turned off. In the end, she had no choice but to unplug the power.

The world returned to silence.

Deathly silence.

Wen Muzhi stood there dumbfounded, not understanding how this video came to be.

"Sister, don't you have anything to explain?" Wen Yan kindly reminded her, "Everyone is here, this is a good opportunity."

Wen Muzhi opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't say a word.

Her face was pale, and even her exquisite makeup couldn't hide the ugliness and panic in her expression. Her injured left hand trembled involuntarily, and a chilling fear emanated from the depths of her soul.

"Yan Yan, when was this video...?" A wealthy woman asked Wen Yan cautiously.

They had previously helped Wen Muzhi to verbally abuse Wen Yan severely!

“Isn’t there a time record in the upper right corner? Last week.” Luo Beiqing spoke first. “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s good to be kind, but I’m afraid of being used as a pawn.”

Wen Yan's hands, tightly bandaged, attracted everyone's attention at that moment.

The video showed a significant amount of blood, and the Wen family had left Wen Yan, whose hands were bleeding, alone at home!

"Even if you see a stranger injured, you shouldn't just ignore it. It's really too much!" someone said, feeling sorry for the injured stranger.

"Wen Yan, you installed cameras in my house without permission. This is illegal!" Wan Ying was the first to confront Wen Yan.

Wen Yan didn't mention that the video belonged to Gu Yanci. She chuckled and said, "Aunt Wan, the villa you're living in now was bought by my mother before she passed away. The property has always belonged to my father and me. If we're talking about home, it should be my home."

And you and your daughter are usurping the nest!

Wen Yonghai was originally entertaining male guests on the other side, and only rushed over after hearing about the incident.

"Enough! Isn't it embarrassing enough?!" Wen Yonghai scolded Wan Ying.

He didn't dare to make a big deal out of it. The video from that angle was clearly from the camera that Gu Yanci had installed!

I never expected that such a scene would be captured!

He never expected that his gentle and kind eldest daughter would lie! And to be exposed in such a public setting was utterly humiliating!

Wen Yonghai looked at Wen Muzhi with disappointment in his eyes, not wanting to look at him a second time.

Wen Muzhi's legs went weak, he staggered and fell to the ground.

How, how could this happen?

How could there be a video recording?

Wan Ying immediately helped the person up with heartache, but couldn't find the words to comfort her.

Whispers continued to circulate around them:

"Has Wen Muzhi gone mad? He actually went and bumped into Wen Yan on his own!"

"Not only did he court death, but he also harmed others! Not only did he harm others, but he also lied to us! He's so vicious!"

"Yan Yan, I'm sorry! I apologize for what I said before!"

"Wen Yan, it's me—wait, where's Wen Yan?"

By the time the guests realized what was happening and tried to find Wen Yan, she had already quietly left the scene.

The night wind brushed against my face, carrying the chill of late autumn.

"Why don't you watch the show anymore?" Luo Beiqing asked Wen Yan. "Those people will definitely apologize to you, you bunch of opportunists!"

Looking at the full moon in the sky, Wen Yan said calmly, "I don't care about apologizing to those who waver in their promises."

The only purpose of these fence-sitters is to turn their sharp blades against Wen Muzhi!

"Wen Yan!"

Mingzhu, panting, chased after them, lifting her skirt.

Her face showed horror: "Did you plan this all along? Were you just waiting for this banquet to kill Wen Muzhi?"

If that's really the case, Wen Yan is too calm and collected; it's terrifying!

"Yes." Wen Yan made no attempt to hide it. "So, Mingzhu, you can't outsmart me."

Mingzhu shivered, then couldn't help but look at Luo Beiqing beside her: "And what about you? Are you also planning to use this method to deal with Qiao Weiwei? Did you know that Qiao Weiwei slept with Brother Tingchuan?"

Luo Beiqing seemed to have heard a joke.

If you think you can use her as a weapon against Qiao Weiwei, Mingzhu is still too green!

“Mingzhu, I did marry He Tingchuan, but I don’t like him. I’ll just consider these past two years as having slept with a gigolo for free; there’s no loss.” Luo Beiqing shook his head regretfully. “But what kind of person is Qiao Weiwei? She managed to get into He Tingchuan’s bed before you. Aren’t you very resentful?”

Just as Wen Yan was about to leave, she suddenly saw a figure not far away.

Wen Junming, dressed in a suit and smoking a cigarette, squatted by the roadside, his figure lonely and forlorn, like a homeless puppy.