So that he wouldn’t pester her in the future.
Wen Wan tilted her head toward Xu Chengan. His sudden words—actually, they were meant to help her.
Xu Chengan’s expression remained calm. He nodded toward Wu Hongbing, signaling for them to let her stay.
Li Hongying’s heart sank, fearing Wen Qingfeng would say something outrageous.
“Wanwan, you’ve suffered all these years. Everyone has seen how Wen Qingfeng treated you. Now that you’re dividing the family and severing ties, once the neighborhood committee signs and stamps it, you can go to the police station to transfer your household registration.”
If she didn’t sign today, it would be impossible to explain things clearly to the Wu family.
At the very least, she needed to stabilize Wen Wan.
In plain terms, as long as Wen Wan didn’t cling to the Wu family, Wen Qingfeng was already under pressure. No one would believe a word he said.
“Thank you, Auntie!”
Seeing Li Hongying sign, Wen Qingfeng, under pressure, could only sign as well.
Wen Wan looked at the signatures and smiled faintly. “Next is dividing the property. The furniture in this house was my grandmother’s dowry to my mother—I’m taking it with me.”
“And the property certificates left by my grandfather, the compensation from the cotton mill, the tickets—I’m taking everything today.”
“As for this house, although it was the marital home of my mother and you back then, it belongs to the steel factory. You can stay here.”
“Wen Wan!” Wen Qingfeng looked at her venomously, like she was his mortal enemy.
But it didn’t matter. Even if she took the money and tickets, it wasn’t significant.
He still had valuable things that no one but him could find.
“Everything belonging to the Lu family, everything left by my mother—I’m taking it. From now on, I have nothing to do with you,” Wen Wan said, each word deliberate.
“Wen Wan, don’t go too far!” Zhao Yan burst out.
Taking everything—how would she survive from now on?
Wen Wan calmly looked at her. “You reminded me. Back then, you took over my mother’s job, claiming it was to give me a better life. If that’s the case, you owe me half your salary all these years.”
“And now I’m eighteen, so I should take over my mother’s position. Uncle Liu, once I finish moving, I’ll go report to the cotton mill.”
Director Liu smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll handle the paperwork personally.”
“I’ve worked so hard all these years! Director Liu, you can’t treat me this way!” Zhao Yan shrieked hysterically.
Taking the money, the tickets, and now the job—it was like she was trying to kill her.
“Zhao Yan, that job was always Wen Wan’s. Haven’t you benefited enough from it all these years?” Director Liu said with disgust.
“Wen Wan, you ungrateful little rebel!” Wen Qingfeng’s eyes were red with rage.
But he was already handcuffed by Wu Hongbing, unable to move.
Wen Wan ignored him and looked directly at Liu Tianyou. “Uncle Liu, please arrange a truck to move the furniture today.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll organize it right away. The neighbors are here too, they can lend a hand and we’ll move the furniture out first.”
“Director Liu, don’t worry. It’s a small matter,” Liu Tianyou said.
The steel factory and cotton mill weren’t far apart. Many workers intermarried, naturally giving Director Liu some face.
Wen Wan entered the room. Zhao Yan tried to follow but was blocked by Director Liu. “Zhao Yan, everything in this house belongs to Wanwan—you have no right.”
Only then did Wen Wan understand why the original Wen Wan endured so much mistreatment while staying in this house.
All the parts that the book had glossed over suddenly became vivid.
Because this place was full of her memories—or rather, memories of her mother.
As if guided by some hint, Wen Wan found the hidden inheritance that Wen Qingfeng had concealed.
Lifting the blue tiles under his bed, she found a secret pit.
Inside were gold bars and jade jewelry—clearly left by her mother.
Clever as a fox, the Lu family were big capitalists. Her grandfather was smart; he wouldn’t store all the valuables in one place.
Wen Wan put the gold bars and jewelry into her space and replaced the tile.
Then she found the box in the cabinet containing money, bankbooks, and property certificates.
She marked the furniture that was to be moved before letting the movers in.
“The furniture is yours, but the contents belong to the Wen family, including the bankbooks. You can’t take everything,” Zhao Yan said, dropping her usual facade.
Today, the mask was off; no need to pretend anymore.
Wen Wan raised an eyebrow and placed the contents of the box on the table. “I didn’t touch Wen Qingfeng’s salary, and your bankbook isn’t here.”
Wen Qingfeng hadn’t dared touch the money in the bankbook over the years, keeping her grandfather’s money intact.
As for his salary, Zhao Yan had already spent most of it.
She had hidden her private money in Wen Wan’s wardrobe. Wen Wan had just seen it and replaced it with scrap paper. Let her cry when she discovers it.
“This bankbook was left by my grandfather in my name. The properties belong to the Lu family—all here. My dress today has no pockets, so there’s nothing hidden. I ask the neighbors to witness this,” Wen Wan said.
She spread her arms and slowly turned in place. Sunlight fell on her, her arms like white jade, lips red, teeth white—the more she turned, the more radiant she looked.
Many people stared, realizing the Wen family girl was not only talented but stunningly beautiful.
Wen Qingfeng really wasted his luck, forcing such a fine girl to sever ties with him.
Xu Chengan looked at her once, then subtly withdrew his gaze—but that slender waist kept flashing through his mind.
He barely furrowed his brows, his expression growing more serious.
Zhao Yan inspected everything again, gritting her teeth in hatred, clutching the bankbook tightly, unwilling to let go.
These things should have been her son’s.
She would get them back eventually.
For now, let her have them.
Wen Qingfeng looked at the items on the table. Angry as he was, he also felt relieved.
He had said she wouldn’t find these things.
Zhao Yan watched as the furniture was moved piece by piece, itching to rush over and slap Wen Wan’s face.
A young girl establishing her household wasn’t easy—especially one as beautiful as Wen Wan, who would attract attention.
Just wait and see.
Lin Zhenzhen bit her lips hard, holding her brother Wen Xiaojun, afraid he would act rashly.
Wen Qingfeng had been captured. They didn’t know if he would be sentenced. At this moment, her brother couldn’t get involved.
Liu Tianyou acted quickly, bringing a truck from the cotton mill to help Wen Wan move. The small courtyard was being packed up as well.
Wu Hongbing took Wen Qingfeng and Sun Quezi back to the station, while Liu Tianyou left with others, taking Wen Wan’s two large boxes.
“Officer Xu, thank you today. Could you also accompany me to transfer my household registration?” Wen Wan asked softly.
Xu Chengan kept a stern face, looking somewhat displeased.
She had never done a household registration before and feared she wouldn’t answer the staff’s questions properly. Having a familiar person there would help.
Xu Chengan hummed in acknowledgment, realizing his voice was a bit tense.
“Officer Xu, are you unwell?”
“No, let’s go!” Xu Chengan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as his voice returned to normal.
Wen Wan saw he was as attentive as ever and couldn’t help smiling.
“Officer Xu, you’re so kind. I’m lucky it’s you,” her voice soft and sweet, like a young girl.
Xu Chengan felt as if he’d eaten a sugar candy—sweet to the point of cloying—but he didn’t want to let go.
Wu Hongbing was taking the criminals back, and Xu Chengan had the jeep driven away—he would have to ride a bicycle back.
As Xu Chengan swung his long legs onto the seat, a pleasant fragrance approached. The backseat sank—Wen Wan’s little hand had grabbed the side of his waist.
“I’m seated,” Wen Wan said obediently.