Wen Yan's gaze was calm. "You and I both know you're not sincere in your apology. Speak, what do you want with me?"
Wen Ya's face was awkward. "Sister, I really have no other intentions this time. The coffee here is very good, try it."
Wen Yan looked at the cup of coffee in front of her, suspecting it was problematic. She took a small sip, but didn't swallow.
Seeing Wen Yan drink the coffee, a cunning glint flashed in Wen Ya's eyes. "Sister, I know you don't believe me, but I truly want to apologize to you."
Wen Yan didn't believe her. Just as she was about to get up and spit out the coffee, she suddenly felt a little dizzy.
She frowned. She hadn't drunk the coffee, so why was she dizzy? Then it suddenly occurred to her that it might be the effect of the drug.
Before she could figure it out, her vision went dark, and she collapsed onto the table.
Seeing Wen Yan fall, Wen Ya poked her shoulder. "Sis... Sis..."
When Wen Yan showed no reaction, she slowly helped Wen Yan out of the coffee shop.
As they passed the counter, the cashier saw Wen Yan faint and asked with concern, "What's wrong with your friend? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
Wen Ya replied, "No, my sister is just a little dizzy, she'll be fine after resting for a while."
Upon hearing that they were sisters, the cashier didn't say anything further.
Wen Ya led Wen Yan out of the coffee shop and walked to a black car parked by the roadside, knocking on the window.
The car door opened, and two men pulled Wen Yan into the car. Wen Ya got in and closed the door, then they drove away.
Half an hour later.
Wen Yan groggily woke up and looked around, finding herself in a warehouse. A foul odor assaulted her nostrils.
Just then, the warehouse door opened.
Wen Yan saw Wen Ya walk in from outside, a triumphant smile on her face.
Wen Ya smiled. "Sister, you're awake?"
Wen Yan tried to move but found herself securely tied to a chair. She sneered, "This is your real purpose, isn't it?"
Wen Ya nodded. "That's right. You've made me so miserable, cost me my job, my reputation, and now even my sole company inheritance. Do you think I'll let you off?"
As she spoke, she slowly walked towards Wen Yan. Seeing Wen Yan's fair face, she felt an urge to scratch it.
Wen Yan knew that Wen Ya asking her to meet was a trap. She had been cautious, yet she had still fallen into her scheme.
Her eyes were calm as she said, "The reason you are where you are today is all your own doing."
"Shut up! You've won now, so you can say whatever you want. I don't care about anything else, but Young Master Leng was someone I met first, yet in the end, he became your husband. You're just a spoiled daughter abandoned by your father, why do you have such good luck!"
"I want to see if Young Master Leng will still love you when your beautiful face is gone! Someone!"
As she finished speaking, a man entered from outside the warehouse, holding a sharp dagger.
Hearing this, Wen Yan tried to remain calm. "Wen Ya, have you considered the consequences of your actions?"
Wen Ya sneered. "Don't worry, since I've planned this far, I won't let you return alive. I'll just find some excuse, and perhaps I can take your place and marry Young Master Leng."
While they were speaking, the man had reached Wen Ya's side. "Miss Wen, shall I act now?"
Wen Ya stepped back and said fiercely, "Slash her face a hundred times!"
"Yes!" The man slowly approached Wen Yan with the dagger.
Wen Yan, thinking quickly, looked at the man and said, "How much did Wen Ya pay you? I can give you double."
The man was unmoved. "Don't waste your breath. Let me think about where to start!"
Saying that, the man held the dagger, its cold tip touching Wen Yan's skin. Wen Yan's small face turned pale.
Just then, her phone in her pocket rang.
While Wen Ya was watching the show, she said loudly, "Search her for her phone."
The man nodded and took the phone out of Wen Yan's pocket.
Wen Yan watched her phone being taken away, thinking that this call could at least buy her some time.
She needed to figure out how to escape from here.
Meanwhile.
Leng Xunze sat in the back seat with a dark expression, staring coldly at the hung-up phone. He looked at Zuo An. "Is there still no news from Jiamiao?"
Zuo An shook his head. "Mr. Leng, please don't worry. I'll make another call to ask."
Leng Xunze urged coldly, "Then hurry up."
As he spoke, Yuan Jiamiao's name flashed on his phone.
Leng Xunze answered directly. "Where is Yan Yan?"
Yuan Jiamiao, hearing his urgent tone, reported, "Wen Yan should be in a warehouse in the suburbs now."
"Have someone go there immediately. I'll be there soon."
Yuan Jiamiao responded, "I'll make the call now."
Leng Xunze then thought of something and asked, "Who did this?"
Yuan Jiamiao replied, "It was Wen Ya."
Leng Xunze's gaze turned cold. "By tomorrow morning, I want to see news of Wen Corporation's bankruptcy."
"Alright." Yuan Jiamiao could tell that Leng Xunze was truly enraged.
Inside the warehouse.
Wen Yan saw several windows around and oil drums on the ground. If she could step on the oil drums, she might have a chance to escape.
But the prerequisite was that the ropes binding her were too tight.
She didn't have much time. If the man turned around, her face would be ruined.
She had to find a way to untie the ropes.
Wen Yan struggled with her hands, trying to loosen the ropes, but after a few attempts, it was useless.
Then, she saw Wen Ya glance at her. "I wanted to play with you a bit longer, but it seems I can't now."
"Slash her face and set the warehouse on fire!"
Saying that, she turned and left the warehouse.
"Yes."
Wen Yan saw the man holding the dagger, getting closer and closer to her. Her heart rate instantly accelerated. Was she really going to die here today?
She recalled Leng Xunze always talking about them having a child. Now, it seemed impossible.
Flames erupted in the warehouse, and thick smoke billowed.
As the man raised the dagger, she closed her eyes.
At the critical moment, a flying knife pierced the air and struck the man's wrist.
The man cried out in pain. "Ah!"
The dagger fell to the ground, and then his shoulder was pierced by another flying knife.
The man screamed.
The moment Wen Yan opened her eyes, she saw this scene. At the same time, the warehouse door was kicked open from the outside.
Leng Xunze's voice reached her ears. "Yan Yan, Yan Yan..."
Wen Yan coughed a few times, choked by the smoke. She strained to look forward and saw a blurry male figure approaching her.
A smile touched her lips. "Leng Xunze, is that you?"
Leng Xunze replied, "It's me."
A few steps away, the man had reached her and was untying her ropes.
Wen Yan looked at the man's handsome face and, overcome with joy, hugged him. "I thought I would never see you again."