Her calm face was even indifferent: "Dad, I don't want to hear anyone say my mother cheated again."
Wen Shihao's eyes flickered slightly. Wen Yan knew he must not have known about this.
Wen Shihao did not allow himself any flaws. His ex-wife's infidelity was his excuse for divorce, but he did not want it widely publicized.
"I understand, child. Don't worry," Wen Shihao said gently.
Wen Yan gave him one last look and left.
After she left, Wen Shihao's expression turned cold. When he returned home in the car after the banquet, he said coldly, "Who leaked the news about Wen Yan's mother's infidelity?"
Madam Wen and Wen Ya remained silent.
"No one is speaking? What are you two thinking?" Wen Shihao was angry.
Madam Wen frowned slightly, "Husband, how can you say that? We are the closest people to you. Who would want to embarrass you? Perhaps someone couldn't stand it and let it out?"
"Do you think I don't understand you?" Wen Shihao's voice was calm, but his eyes were sharp. "If I hear such talk again, it will be your responsibility."
He looked at Madam Wen.
Madam Wen frowned but nodded helplessly. As Wen Shihao's wife, she had the right to protect his reputation.
Wen Ya, however, bit her lip. She knew it must have been Wen Yan who reported it. But as soon as Wen Yan spoke, her father came back to blame them. Wen Yan... was she that important to her father?
After leaving the banquet, Wen Yan returned home, exhausted.
The scheming and plotting of the day had left her mentally and physically drained. It was late, and Leng Xunze had not yet returned. She tidied up and lay in bed, soon falling into a deep sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, she felt a movement beside her. Wen Yan groggily opened her eyes and saw the man's tired profile.
"Husband, you're back. Today I..."
"What's wrong?"
Wen Yan wanted to tell him what had happened, but seeing the fatigue in his eyes, she suddenly didn't want him to worry.
"Nothing."
Leng Xunze turned and pulled her into his arms.
"Did something happen at the banquet today?" he asked in a low voice.
"How did you know?"
"Don't worry about that. Did Wen Shihao do anything to you?"
Wen Yan couldn't hold back and told him about the fake "nightclub owner." The man's phoenix eyes instantly darkened. "Did he do anything to you?"
"No, I realized he was fake. He just showed me a photo, a black briefcase, and asked if I had seen it. I said no, and he left."
Leng Xunze's expression was grim, and he remained silent.
Wen Yan looked at him, "What was that?"
"It should be something my father left behind."
Wen Yan was startled, "Your father's things? Why were they looking for it?"
"I'm not sure either."
He held the soft, delicate woman tightly in his arms. "You did very well today. If there's a next time, don't go into a private room with him. Stay away from him."
Wen Yan obediently hummed in agreement.
The girl's bright, dark eyes looked at him, moist and obediently cute. Leng Xunze's heart softened. He kissed her soft, pink lips, sucking until the girl cried out in pain before letting go. He then kissed her face several times. "Baby, protect yourself. Stay by my side. After everything is settled, I'll take you back to the capital."
His voice was low but very deep, like a promise.
"But, if we go back to the capital, won't you be the highly admired Young Master Leng?" Wen Yan suddenly said.
Leng Xunze was surprised.
She knew his identity.
Wen Yan lowered her eyes, "Your family is so famous, it's easy to find out with a little investigation."
"I am Leng Xunze, your husband, not some Young Master Leng. That family has nothing to do with me," he said coldly.
He had a very bad impression of the Leng family.
Wen Yan said nothing more.
She couldn't believe she could integrate into such a prominent, wealthy family. But if Leng Xunze started his own business, it would be different.
She could stay by his side, and they would have their own small home.
Thinking of this, Wen Yan's heart relaxed, and she hugged the man tighter.
The next morning, the man was gone. Wen Yan ate breakfast and went to the company.
Perhaps it was because she hadn't been out for a long time, but Wen Yan felt unaccustomed to the design elements she was creating.
In the past, her style had been high-end and luxurious. This time, Wen Yan adopted a new style.
It looked gentle and approachable at first glance.
But it also needed to be grand and elegant.
These styles were difficult to blend.
Wen Yan saw a landscape photo online, and her eyes lit up. This place was good, with excellent scenery and a strong sense of nature, as well as clean, clear rivers. She immediately told Qiao Nan that she wanted to work outdoors today.
Qiao Nan agreed.
She took a taxi to the location and found it to be quite remote, surrounded by old buildings. However, the scenery was indeed beautiful. The lake was clean and clear, so deep she couldn't see the bottom. She sat on the grass, her soul seemingly cleansed.
She lowered her head to create.
Time passed.
People came and went around her. Finally, a young man sat down to fish.
The orange light spilled onto the earth, and the sky was painted with a brilliant, beautiful sunset. The lake shimmered, becoming exceptionally gentle. Wen Yan looked up from her work, her stomach rumbling.
Indeed, she forgot about time when she was busy.
The whole day had passed.
The young man fishing in front of her couldn't help but glance at her.
Wen Yan felt a little embarrassed and was about to go eat when the other party took a bag of bread from his canvas bag and handed it to her.
"I saw you here all day. Would you like something to eat?" The young man, seemingly afraid of being misunderstood, added, "I also like fishing here and often sit for a whole day, so I bring something to eat."
"Thank you." Wen Yan didn't want to refuse his kindness.
However, she suddenly noticed his canvas bag.
"Do you want more? There are jellies. Do you want some?" The young man misunderstood.
Wen Yan suddenly asked, "Is this 'c' a brand?"
There was a capital 'C' on his black canvas bag.
The young man scratched his head, "I don't know. A customer left it behind. I thought it looked good, so I just carried things with it sometimes."
Wen Yan pursed her lips. After a conversation, she learned that this young man was the owner of a nearby hotel, and he had found the bag by chance when he went to inspect it. It was left behind by a guest.
"Is there anything else besides this?"
The young man shook his head.
His eyes were already showing some strangeness.
Wen Yan also knew she was asking too much, but she didn't want to miss this detail.
"I'm sorry, I know what I'm saying is strange, but can you help me investigate this customer? This bag was personally sewn by my mother. I haven't seen it since it was stolen that day." As she spoke, Wen Yan's eyes reddened.
Seeing her cry, the young man was at a loss. "You, don't cry. I can help you investigate."
"Thank you." Wen Yan released her hands from her waist.
They went to the small hotel and investigated the living room from that day. It was a young man who arrived with this canvas bag, which contained something square.
Wen Yan's heart pounded.
She was sure it was Leng Xunze's father's briefcase!
"Can you contact this person?" Wen Yan grabbed the young man and asked.
The young man hesitated instinctively, but seeing the girl's pleading and expectant gaze, he couldn't refuse in the end.
There were guest registration records here.
The young man called the number he had left.
Wen Yan sat beside him, nervous and anxious.
"..."
Ten seconds later, the young man looked at Wen Yan, "He didn't answer."