Zuo An felt a moment of silent sympathy for Wen Yan.
Poor madam!
"Did you find out who did it?"
"It was Madam's aunt. Shall we bring her in?" Zuo An asked.
Leng Xunze's eyes were cold. After a few seconds, he whispered a few instructions.
The next morning.
Wen Yan woke up and checked the time. She instinctively started to get up, then remembered she didn't have to go to work.
"Almost forgot I was fired." Wen Yan rolled over and went back to sleep.
But the next second, the door was knocked.
"You bitch, come out, Wen Yan!"
The noisy voice made it impossible for Wen Yan to sleep.
Wen Yan knew who it was as soon as she heard it.
Her aunt was a scoundrel. If she didn't open the door, she'd be making noise until the end of time.
Wen Yan opened the door, and the other party slapped her hard.
Caught off guard, Wen Yan's face immediately swelled.
"You're not answering your phone, I'll beat you to death! Either you die today, or you let your sister out." Her aunt roared, grabbing Wen Yan's hair, looking utterly deranged.
These past few days, she had been living a life worse than death.
The Li family was bankrupt, burdened with debt.
Falling from heaven to hell in an instant, how could she tolerate it?
Wen Yan was the cause of all this.
Her aunt had made up her mind. If she couldn't save Li Mengyao, she'd rather go to hell with Wen Yan.
Her scalp was being pulled so hard that Wen Yan's eyes welled up with tears. She hadn't expected her aunt to be so crazy.
Her hand quickly reached for the broom by the door and she swung it hard at her aunt. Her aunt cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
Wen Yan used the broom as a weapon, "If you come again, I'll call the police!"
"Call the police? You dare, then arrest me too!" Her aunt yelled, clearly having lost her mind.
Wen Yan cursed inwardly and prepared to close the door. But her aunt grabbed the broom, yanked Wen Yan out, and slammed the door shut. In her frenzy, her strength was surprisingly great. Wen Yan was thrown against the wall, seeing stars, and then her face was slapped again, the taste of blood filling her mouth.
The noise attracted the attention of the neighbors.
Seeing the scene, they rushed to break up the fight.
But her aunt was like a madwoman, hitting anyone who came near.
"What did she just say? Asking Wen Yan to save Li Mengyao? Is she that wicked aunt from the internet?"
"That's her! I've seen Wen Yan, she's a very good person. Someone like this deserves to go to hell, so cruel to her own niece!"
"We've already called the police. Hurry up and let go of Wen Yan." Everyone was indignant.
Her aunt's eyes were already clouded with rage. All she cared about was saving her daughter, and she refused to let go of Wen Yan, her hands tightly gripping her throat.
"Let go of Li Mengyao, or I'll kill you!" Her aunt screamed.
Wen Yan couldn't breathe.
Everyone was also stunned.
They hadn't expected her aunt to be serious.
Just as everyone was trying to dissuade her aunt, someone suddenly appeared and walked in front of her aunt.
A video played before her aunt's eyes.
"Let go, or in the next second, the police will receive this video."
Her aunt glanced at it and immediately trembled all over, instinctively releasing Wen Yan.
Wen Yan slid down the wall, almost falling to the ground, but was suddenly pulled into a strong embrace. She gasped for air, having just walked from the gates of hell, her heart still pounding.
But what video was Leng Xunze holding?
Why did her aunt's expression change so quickly?
She glanced at it and instantly understood. It was a video of her aunt meeting with thugs.
So those people were indeed hired by her aunt.
"These people are already at the police station. Now, only you are missing," Leng Xunze said, looking down at her aunt coldly.
Her aunt's body went limp.
Wanting to drag Wen Yan down with her was one thing, but being arrested for hiring a hitman was another.
She would definitely be imprisoned for years.
"I, I didn't mean to. Wen Yan, please, Auntie was wrong. Spare Auntie this time, and Auntie will never bother you again!" Her aunt's attitude changed drastically. She knelt on the ground and begged Wen Yan.
Looking at the person kneeling before her, Wen Yan felt that time truly could change a person completely.
"Okay," Wen Yan said softly.
Her aunt's eyes widened in surprise.
The police arrived then.
"Who reported the case?"
The neighbor who reported it felt a bit awkward. The two seemed to have reconciled, but he could only point at them and say, "I reported it. This woman was hitting this girl just now."
The girl's face was bruised.
The police looked at them sternly, "What happened? Why the assault?"
Her aunt quickly said, "It's just a small misunderstanding, officer. It's nothing."
Then she looked at Wen Yan with pleading eyes.
Wen Yan, however, said, "She wanted to murder me. She had hired someone before. This video is evidence."
Leng Xunze showed the video to the police.
The matter was very serious, and the police had to take her aunt away for questioning.
Her aunt's face contorted, "Wen Yan, didn't you say you'd give me a chance?"
"Give you a chance to frame me again?"
"You broke your word."
"Thank you. I learned from you," Wen Yan said indifferently.
She also went to the police station to give a statement.
After leaving the police station, the sky was clear and the sunlight was a bit blinding.
She saw a tall, long-legged man standing at the entrance, hands in his pockets, wearing a simple white t-shirt and trousers. The air of suppressed nobility was fully evident.
Wen Yan: "Thank you."
"You're welcome." He looked at the bruises on her face. "Does it hurt?"
Only then did Wen Yan feel the pain. She winced, "A little."
"Where do you want to eat?"
"I'll eat at home."
"Okay."
His hot palm grasped hers.
Wen Yan's eyes immediately became wary, and she pulled her hand away. "What are you doing?"
"I'm your husband." Leng Xunze's dark eyes stared at her, tinged with displeasure.
"Husband? My husband is Ye Zong."
"What, you don't like me anymore?"
"Yes, I don't like you." Wen Yan showed no goodwill.
The man suddenly took out his car keys from his pocket. With a jingle, a Rolls-Royce nearby unlocked. He grabbed her hand and, without further ado, pulled her into the car.
The spacious interior of the luxury car was comfortable. This was Wen Yan's first time sitting in the passenger seat.
The man, wearing ordinary clothes, sat in the driver's seat of the luxury car without any sense of incongruity. His long, well-defined fingers moved the steering wheel with practiced ease. Wen Yan, however, didn't even glance at him, staring out the window.
Sitting in a luxury car worth tens of millions, her heart felt heavy.
Suddenly, Wen Yan broke the silence, "Give me back my two hundred thousand."
"Is there any reason to get back money that's already been spent?" To her surprise, the man acted shamelessly.
Wen Yan ground her teeth in anger, "You don't need that car now."
"I've already used your money to buy it."
Wen Yan: "..."
She was so angry, the hateful capitalist.
The car drove to the company. Leng Xunze took the private elevator to the CEO's office. Zuo An had prepared lunch. The exquisite and high-end ingredients were beautifully plated. Wen Yan was indeed hungry. After the first bite, her eyes lit up, and she began to eat earnestly.
As she was finishing her meal, something cold touched her face.
It was Leng Xunze applying an ice pack to her face.