A smile curved Wen Yan's lips at his words.
Leng Xue coughed, angered, and glared at Leng Xunze, "Leng Xunze, did you bring her back to infuriate me?"
Leng Bairui interjected at the right moment, "Brother, Mom is still sick!"
"Xunze, your mother can't take any more stimulation right now," Ou Ziqing's voice drifted in from outside the door.
Wen Yan turned, seeing Ou Ziqing and Leng Baichuan enter.
Leng Xunze looked at Ou Ziqing with intense hostility, "Do you need to lecture me? I will settle accounts with you sooner or later."
A flicker of guilt crossed Ou Ziqing's eyes, but he quickly concealed it. Before he could speak, Leng Xue, beating him to it, said angrily, "Leng Xunze, you're becoming more and more presumptuous. He is, after all, your elder!"
"It's alright, Xue'er. I'm used to it. I'm just worried about you," Ou Ziqing walked towards Leng Xue, a hint of affection in his gaze.
It seemed the plan could proceed. Once Leng Xue's condition worsened, he could join forces with the Feng family to take complete control of the Leng Corporation.
Ou Ziqing smiled, "You! You always think you're the one suffering."
Seeing the affectionate display between the two, Wen Yan's gaze fell on Ou Ziqing. Recalling that day, she felt this man was not simple.
Leng Bairui, sensing the stiff atmosphere, spoke up, "Mom, how are you feeling after taking your medicine? Are you still dizzy?"
Leng Xue shook her head, "I'm much better now."
Hearing this, Wen Yan looked at Leng Xue. She remembered that the last time she saw Leng Xue, her health was very good. How could she suddenly fall ill in such a short time?
Seeing this, Leng Xunze didn't want to stay any longer. He took Wen Yan's hand and turned to leave.
With Leng Bairui by her side, Leng Xue would be fine.
Leng Bairui watched Leng Xunze leave and quickly followed him, calling out in the hall, "Brother, why are you leaving?"
Leng Xunze replied without looking back, "She's fine. I have a lot of things to handle. Call me if anything comes up."
Leng Bairui nodded helplessly.
Wen Yan and Leng Xunze left the hall and got back into the car. She was still lost in thought.
"Yan Yan, what are you thinking about?" Leng Xunze asked, seeing her deep in thought.
Wen Yan snapped back to reality and looked at him, voicing her doubts, "I think Mrs. Leng's illness is a bit strange."
Leng Xunze's eyes darkened, and he asked, "What did you discover?"
She explained, "Mrs. Leng's constitution should be good. The last time I saw her at the hospital, she didn't look like someone who was sick at all. How could she be dizzy after only a few days?"
"You think someone is manipulating things from behind the scenes?" Leng Xunze frowned, his aura instantly radiating hostility.
Wen Yan nodded, "Yes."
Leng Xunze pondered for a moment, thinking he should remind Leng Bairui to investigate what was going on.
She continued, "I'm just afraid someone deliberately wants Mrs. Leng to be sick."
Leng Xunze pursed his lips, a cold glint in his eyes.
...
The Leng family's old mansion, second floor.
Leng Xue looked at Leng Bairui, "Did your brother leave?"
Leng Bairui hummed, "Just now."
Leng Xue said no more, a displeased expression appearing on her face. Ou Ziqing saw Leng Xue's somber expression, "Xue'er, you seem unhappy. Is it because of Xunze?"
Leng Xue gave a wry smile, "No, let's not talk about him. Why are you back? Didn't you say you had other things to do today?"
Ou Ziqing lied smoothly, "I know you're sick, so I rushed back. I don't want you to be ill."
Leng Xue felt a warmth in her heart. She was a woman too and needed care.
Ou Ziqing was good at taking care of people, which was a good point for her.
When the Song family could no longer hold on, he would proceed to the next step.
However, by then, Leng Xue's health would likely be worse, which would be his opportunity.
"It's alright, thank you for your concern. I'll be fine if I just lie down for a while," Leng Xue didn't want to move now.
Her head had been aching earlier, and it had only eased slightly.
Ou Ziqing said solicitously, "Xue'er, call me if you need anything. I'm right here."
Leng Xue hummed, no longer wanting to speak.
...
As Wen Yan and Leng Xunze were about to return to their rented apartment, Leng Xunze suddenly received a call from the company about urgent matters. After dropping her off at the company, he turned the car around to head to the office.
She returned to her studio. Zhuo Feng walked up to her, glanced at her, and said, "Ms. Wen, someone came looking for you earlier. They left when they saw you weren't here."
Wen Yan frowned, "Who?"
Zhuo Feng said, "The person claimed to be your sister and asked you to call her back. She said it was very important."
"I was planning to tell you after I finished my work, but I didn't expect you to be back."
Wen Yan continued to ask, "Did the person say anything else?"
If Wen Ya was looking for her, it was definitely not for anything good.
But she also wanted to know what tricks Wen Ya was up to this time.
Zhuo Feng shook his head, "That's all they said."
"Okay, I understand. Are there any other matters at the studio recently?" Wen Yan felt that the most important thing on her hands was Ye Shu's design drafts.
Zhuo Feng suddenly remembered something and told her, "Ms. Wen, I looked at the financial statements recently, and the accounts don't match, including those from the past two months."
Wen Yan looked at him and walked towards the office, "Who is in charge of finance? Have them come see me, and send me the financial statements."
"Alright." Zhuo Feng responded.
Half an hour later.
Wen Yan finished reading all the financial statements and found that there was a discrepancy in the accounts each month.
As she was contemplating, a knock came from the door.
Wen Yan looked up and saw a woman in a white business suit walk in, her expression somewhat unnatural.
The woman walked up to Wen Yan and lowered her head slightly, "Ms. Wen, what do you need me for?"
Wen Yan looked at the woman and asked, "There's a discrepancy in the accounts each month for the past few months. Can you tell me where that money went?"
The woman pursed her lips, "Ms. Wen, that money was used for each design in our studio."
"Over the past few months, our studio has been taking on many large orders daily. Sometimes clients are in a hurry for finished products, so a portion of the money was used."
Wen Yan clasped her hands on the table and smiled at the woman, "Tell me now where that money was used, and I can be lenient. Otherwise, you should know that no one would tolerate a finance manager who embezzles funds."
"You can consider it carefully before answering me."
Upon hearing this, the woman's face turned pale, and her speech became hesitant, "Ms. Wen, I... I didn't..."
Wen Yan said in a calm tone, "Do you think I won't be able to find out if you don't tell me?"
Although she wasn't at the studio, she had experience in design and knew that even if design materials were expensive, the fees couldn't be so exorbitant.
The woman pursed her lips, her eyes flickering, unsure how to respond.
Wen Yan stood up, "If I find out, you should know the consequences without me having to say it."