After leveling the Wen family villa, Si Moyan went on a business trip. Wen Yan, on the other hand, was busy opening a traditional Chinese medicine hospital, attending classes at school, and making a cameo appearance in Si Jingyi's new drama.
During this time, she learned that Wen Yue had dropped out of school and Mother Wen had taken the initiative to ask Wen Jianshan for a divorce.
Wen Yan didn't pay too much attention to the Wen family's affairs.
After all, they had hurt her too deeply in the past. She would never forgive them in this lifetime!
At noon that day, after finishing her meal in the cafeteria, Wen Yan received a video call from Si Moyan.
In the video, the man sat at a conference table dressed in a sharp suit. His handsome face was deep and cold, his narrow eyes as dark as ink, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction with her. "Mrs. Si, if I don't reach out to you first, will you just never contact me?"
"Ah?" Wen Yan quickly checked their chat history.
Over the few days he had been away on his business trip, he had sent her messages, but she had been too busy and forgot to reply.
If he hadn't made this video call, she would have forgotten she even had a husband.
Si Moyan pressed his thin lips tightly together and said in a low, husky voice, "I'll be arriving at Yecheng Airport at six o'clock this afternoon."
To show her apology, Wen Yan offered to pick him up at the airport.
After finishing her classes in the afternoon, Wen Yan walked out of the campus.
"Miss Wen!"
Jiang Nan and Yan Shu stepped out of a commercial van.
It had only been a few short days since she last saw Yan Shu on the metaphysical variety show, yet she had unexpectedly become much thinner and haggard.
Yan Shu looked at Wen Yan with red eyes, her voice hoarse as she spoke. "Miss Wen, your prediction was spot on. My current husband is indeed not Xu Chaolin, but the driver's son, Lin Zheng."
Wen Yan gave a faint hum of acknowledgment. "You came to find me because you want to ask about the evidence of Lin Zheng's crimes, right?"
Yan Shu's eyes widened in shock.
She hadn't expected Wen Yan to be able to calculate even this.
She bit her lower lip hard, her face ashen as she said, "I called the police. Although his true identity has been confirmed, the evidence that he murdered the Xu family members is still nowhere to be found. Lin Zheng has now accumulated his own power. If there is no evidence within the next twenty-four hours, he will be released."
Thinking of Lin Zheng's fearless and confident demeanor in the detention room, Yan Shu trembled with anger.
Not only was he arrogant, but he also threatened her, demanding that she give birth to the child in her womb.
Back then, afraid she would discover his identity, he forced her to abort the child. Now that everything was exposed, he had nothing left to fear.
Right now, she only wanted to convict him of his crimes, and then abort this vile spawn in her belly.
"Miss Wen, please help me. My bad attitude towards you on the show last time was my fault. I apologize to you!"
Wen Yan pursed her lips. "Xu Chaolin and his older brothers were poisoned to death by Lin Zheng using a colorless, odorless, and highly volatile chemical agent. How could a pervert like him completely destroy the evidence? He likes to admire his masterpieces from time to time. So, have the police go to his secret base to look for evidence. He recorded videos of the dying struggles of Xu Chaolin and his brothers."
Tears streaming down her face, Yan Shu grasped Wen Yan's hands. "Thank you. Truly, thank you—"
Feeling the icy coldness and trembling of Yan Shu's fingers, Wen Yan gently patted the back of her hand. "Xu Chaolin froze his sperm in the An City hospital. The Xu family only has hope if you stay alive."
Yan Shu understood what Wen Yan meant. Originally, she had planned to commit suicide and go to the underworld to find Xu Chaolin after Lin Zheng was punished. But if she died, the Xu family line would truly be extinguished!
"Alright, I understand."
After Yan Shu got into the van, Jiang Nan invited Wen Yan to continue participating in "Calculating Life."
"Miao Daoxing has withdrawn from the competition. You are now a popular contestant. Continuing to participate will boost your fame, and as for your remuneration, our production team will definitely not mistreat you."
Seeing that Jiang Nan's glabella was dark, Wen Yan activated her Heavenly Dao Divine Eyes.
A scene immediately appeared before her eyes.
Not long after, Jiang Nan would suffer a heart attack and collapse in the television station's dressing room. Her assistant would go to get her medicine but would delay returning for a long time.
By the time her assistant returned, Jiang Nan would have already breathed her last.
Wen Yan narrowed her beautiful eyes. "Host Jiang, do you have a heart condition?"
Jiang Nan was slightly startled. "My heart wasn't very good in the past, but it was later stabilized with medication. I haven't had an attack in the past two years."
Wen Yan pursed her lips. "Then you need to be careful before recording the show tonight. Keep your medication on you at all times. Also, be careful of your assistant."
Jiang Nan's brows suddenly furrowed.
"Miss Wen, I don't understand what you're saying. My assistant has been with me for four or five years and has always been utterly loyal to me. Whoever you tell me to be careful of, it shouldn't be my assistant! A few years ago, when I had a heart attack, it was my assistant who took me to the hospital. If it weren't for her, I would have died long ago."
Wen Yan nodded thoughtfully. "Before, when you weren't famous yet, you were both nobodies with no conflict of interest. But things are different now. You've become a renowned host, yet she is still just a lowly assistant. Since you stopped her from latching onto a wealthy sugar daddy, she naturally harbors resentment towards you."
Jiang Nan's body trembled unsteadily.
Wen Yan had even calculated that she had stopped her assistant from getting a sugar daddy?
Tonight, would she really have a heart attack and be betrayed by her assistant?
Before Jiang Nan had time to say anything else, Wen Yan had already left.
Wen Yan drove toward Yecheng Airport.
On the way, Si Youyou made a video call to Wen Yan.
Seeing Si Youyou's red eyes, Wen Yan asked with a gentle expression, "Little Youyou, what's wrong? Did someone bully you?"
"Sister-in-law, is my oldest brother coming back today?"
Wen Yan hummed in affirmation.
"My brother's friend, Ming Zheng, has become a professor at our art academy. He's been constantly targeting me lately. He stares at me during class and doesn't let my mind wander, which is one thing, but this afternoon, I just exchanged a few words with a senior student, and he scolded me, calling me boy-crazy and saying I never learn from my mistakes!"
"Sister-in-law, I seriously hate him to death!"
Wen Yan, "..."
This silly girl.
Doctor Ming Zheng ran off to become a professor at the art academy—wasn't it all because he secretly liked her?
However, Ming Zheng was eight years older than Little Youyou. Little Youyou probably couldn't figure out that he had feelings for her even if she racked her brains!
"Little Youyou, you're in college now; you're not a child anymore. When you encounter this kind of thing, you have to learn to handle it yourself."
Si Youyou pouted her pink lips. "From now on, unless I'm attending his class, I'll run away immediately if I run into him at school. Sister-in-law, ask my brother to introduce him to a girlfriend. Maybe if he gets busy, he won't pay attention to me anymore."
Wen Yan couldn't help but laugh.
If Ming Zheng knew Little Youyou's thoughts, wouldn't he be half-dead from anger?
Half an hour later, Wen Yan drove her car to the airport.
She didn't have to wait long before she saw Si Moyan coming out of the VIP channel.
He was wearing a black trench coat and sunglasses. Tall with long legs, he had even more style than a male model.
He was practically a walking embodiment of pure testosterone.
The twenty-six-year-old man possessed a mature steadiness rarely seen in his peers. The contours of his handsome face were taut, exuding the sharp and imposing aura of someone in a high position.
But the moment he saw Wen Yan, his stern and cold features immediately softened.
"Mrs. Si."
