He was hacked to death! Reborn and married to the Grand Secretary, his family wept with regret.

An Wuyang glanced at Li En with cold eyes, his gaze devoid of any warmth, as cold as iron.

Rean suddenly felt wronged, and his face turned annoyed, but when he remembered how well he had been safe and sound before, he turned his expression to one of contempt.

An Wuyang said coldly to Li Huai Ren, "It is true that I am his mother, but this habit of stealing his mother's jewelry and then buying jewelry for shady people outside is not something I, his mother, taught him."

"I don't know who he learned this bad habit from!"

"Since you acknowledge me as his mother, I will now uphold justice and take him to see the authorities, so that he will learn his lesson!"

An Wuyang's words showed no mercy whatsoever; her expression was more like that of a mother looking at her son than a stranger.

A sudden sense of panic rose in Rean's heart, as if something that originally belonged to him had completely disappeared.

Li Huai-ren's face turned pale. He wanted to protect Li En, but he happened to catch a glimpse of the glass bracelet on the counter.

His expression grew increasingly gloomy. Just as he was about to speak, he saw that An Wuyang had already left, leaving him only with his back view.

When Li En saw that An Wuyang had left, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief. However, thinking about how humiliated he had been today, he hated An Wuyang even more.

Luo Qingfan stepped forward and said softly, "Brother Ren, I'd rather not have this hairpin!"

Li Huai-ren composed himself, watching the peach blossom hairpin on Luo Qing-fan's head slowly shine, and finally said softly, "It's rare for En'er to have such a sincere heart, you should accept it."

"But Sister An's bracelet..."

Luo Qingfan was about to say something more when Li Huai-ren interrupted her: "It's just a bracelet, she shouldn't be so stingy!"

When these words reached An Wuyang's ears, she felt that her past self was truly ridiculous.

In her previous life, An Wuyang cherished this bracelet. Even though she had seen countless treasures, she felt that this bracelet represented Li Huai Ren's feelings, and therefore loved it dearly.

But it turns out that in Li Huai-ren's heart, it meant nothing.

Beside her, Yan Yan gently pulled An Wuyang's small hand: "Sister, I'll buy you an even prettier bracelet later!"

"We used my brother's money to buy so much stuff that the house was overflowing!"

An Wuyang lowered his eyes and saw Yan Yan's innocent and lovely smiling face, feeling a little comforted.

The two walked hand in hand, and An Wuyang's mood improved. Suddenly, he noticed a hint of surprise on Yan Yan's face.

Yan Yan gently tugged at An Wuyang's sleeve and pointed ahead, shouting, "Sister, it's brother!"

Perhaps hearing Yan Yan's call, Yan Juzhi's gaze happened to turn in this direction.

An Wuyang instinctively wanted to avoid him, after all, Yan Juzhi gave her a very dangerous feeling, making her feel very unnatural when facing him.

However, in a short while, Yan Juzhi had already arrived in front of him.

"Let's go!"

Yan Juzhi looked very pleased with himself and led the way without saying a word.

His calm and composed demeanor suggested that he had already anticipated meeting An Wuyang.

"Where?"

Seeing An Wuyang's stunned expression, Yan Juzhi patiently explained.

"Change the dressing!"

An Wuyang then remembered that the wound on his forehead had not yet healed, and because of today's ordeal, it had even bled quite a bit.

It was something she herself had forgotten, yet Yan Juzhi could still remember it.

The dressing change went extremely smoothly today. The doctor seemed to still have some lingering fear of Yan Juzhi, and at first he was still a little hesitant to breathe loudly.

So Yan Juzhi went outside to wait, leaving Yan Yan to accompany An Wuyang, and the doctor finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"My wife's injuries have healed!"

The doctor held the ointment given to him by Yan Juzhi, reluctant to put it down, and kept it between his nose and nose.

"As expected, the ointment is made from the top-quality herb, Cloud Grass, and it is remarkably effective."

“If it were any other time, the wound on my wife’s head would probably take ten days or half a month to heal, and it might even leave a scar.”

"But I saw today that your scar has healed overnight, and it will scab over and fall off in a few more days."

An Wuyang subconsciously turned her gaze to the door. Yan Juzhi stood with his hands behind his back, his face expressionless.

Yan Yan, however, laughed sweetly: "That's great! My injury is healed, so it won't hurt anymore!"

Yan Yan's smile was intoxicating in the sunlight, and An Wuyang subconsciously reached out to touch her cheek.

Looking up, Yan Juzhi came from behind the light, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, adding a touch of gentleness to his originally cold and hard face.