She truly had no idea what Wen Tingyan looked like when he went mad.
From the moment she met him, he had been like the evening mist in the mountains or the green bamboo in the forest—ethereal, always separated from others by an invisible veil, impossible to see clearly or touch.
Even after marrying him, it remained the same.
But at this moment, he was genuinely acting with abnormal madness.
Staring at his unbuttoned shirt and the well-defined muscle lines revealed beneath, she felt terrified.
“Wen Tingyan, what are you trying to do?” She wrapped herself tightly in the blanket.
“What do you think I’m trying to do?” His eyes held a rare ferocity. “You’re my wife, living off my resources, yet you collude with others to cheat me. What do you think I’m going to do?”
“I didn’t…” She initially thought there was no need to explain, but judging by his demeanor, it seemed he was using this as an excuse to truly act insane.
As Wen Tingyan suddenly unbuckled his belt, Jian Zhi, still wrapped in the blanket, hurriedly tried to get off the bed from the other side.
But Wen Tingyan pounced, pulling her and the blanket back.
“Wen Tingyan, let go of me!”
But he seemed not to hear.
Soon, the blanket she was wrapped in was torn away, and he began tugging at her nightgown.
The memory of his drunken madness last time was still vivid. She pressed her hands against her collar, using her arms to push him away, but it was no use against Wen Tingyan’s frenzy.
The unbuckled belt buckle dug painfully into her, and her hands guarding her collar were forcibly pulled away. Desperate, she shouted, “Wen Tingyan! Stop this madness! Look closely at who I am!”
It was useless…
With a tearing sound, her nightgown was ripped open.
“Wen Tingyan!” she screamed, swinging her hand to hit his head forcefully.
But her hand was caught and pinned above her head. He leaned over her, his dark pupils blazing with fire. “What’s the use of shouting? Mrs. Wen, have I been too good to you these past few years? Too indulgent? Is that what gave you such audacity?”
Good, so he wasn’t confused.
“I thank you for being so good to me! Take that kindness and give it to Luo Yucheng! If you’re in heat, go find Luo Yucheng! Don’t go mad here!” This so-called kindness, this five years of coldness—she wanted no part of it!
Mentioning Luo Yucheng finally slowed his actions. His dark, intense eyes still bore down on her from above. “You’re still hung up on Cheng Cheng. Mrs. Wen, let me remind you, there’s a limit to jealousy. You can act out at home in front of me all you want, but if you jeopardize the company’s interests, my patience won’t last forever!”
“Mr. Wen!” she gritted her teeth. “Let me make this clear: First, I am not jealous! Second, the one who endangered the company’s interests was never me—I haven’t even touched the edges of your company! There’s a saying: ‘You reap what you sow.’ The two of you shamelessly buried the landmines yourselves, so face the consequences! Don’t go shifting blame everywhere! Third, the moment Luo Yucheng cries, you abandon the company’s interests. Why didn’t you talk about the company’s interests then?”
Luo Yucheng’s notes were still there!
“Fighting the whole world to protect her!”
Wasn’t that written clearly in black and white?
The mention of “Luo Yucheng” finally brought Wen Tingyan back to his senses. He rose from her and began refastening his belt. “Don’t worry. I’ve told you—you’ll always be Mrs. Wen. Cheng Cheng’s return won’t threaten your position. But I need you to behave yourself.”
After straightening his clothes, he opened the door.
At the doorway, he suddenly turned back. “I’ll give you tonight to calm down. Either return to the bedroom tomorrow night, or I’ll come to the guest room.”
Jian Zhi was utterly exasperated. The truth was, she genuinely didn’t want the title of “Mrs. Wen” anymore! “Wen Tingyan, what makes you so obsessed with forcing me to play the role of your wife in this house? I don’t want to be Mrs. Wen forever. Why don’t you let Luo Yucheng threaten my position? How about that?”
Wen Tingyan paused mid-step, offering only a mocking smile as he dismissed her words as another tantrum. He headed to the master bedroom’s bathroom to shower.
After the earlier confrontation, Jian Zhi was drenched in sweat. She took another quick shower, changed into a T-shirt, and went back to bed.
That night, a heavy rain poured down. The sound of raindrops tapping against the window pane created a soothing white noise that eventually lulled her to sleep. The temperature had dropped sharply.
The next morning, she woke naturally and checked the time—it was already 9 a.m. Surprisingly, Wen Tingyan was still outside chatting with Aunt Chen and hadn’t left for the office. This was unlike his usual workaholic self.
After giving instructions to Aunt Chen, he finally left, and only then did Jian Zhi get out of bed.
During breakfast, Aunt Chen approached her with a message. “Madam, the master said he’ll be back after handling some business. He wants you to wait for him so you can visit your parents together.”
Jian Zhi suddenly lost her appetite for the congee in front of her. When had she ever said she wanted to go back? She had no intention of returning!
But she couldn’t vent her frustration on Aunt Chen, who was innocent.
She set down her spoon, deciding to skip the meal.
“Madam…” Aunt Chen hesitated before speaking again.
“Did my husband say anything else?” Was Wen Tingyan being unusually verbose today?
“No…” Aunt Chen faltered. “It’s just… there’s something I don’t know if I should mention…”
Jian Zhi sighed softly. “Go ahead.”
“Madam, please don’t think I’m overstepping. As someone who’s been married… this matter of husband and wife…” Aunt Chen grew visibly awkward. “The two of you… well… sharing a room is quite important. Since the master is taking initiative, you… Ah, Madam, wouldn’t things be better if you had a child?”
Aunt Chen’s words crossed a line.
But Aunt Chen had taken care of her for five years and had always been kind. Jian Zhi understood she meant well, so she held back any sharp remarks. “Thank you, Aunt Chen, but things between my husband and me aren’t that simple. Let’s not bring this up again.”
“Yes, I’m sorry, Madam.” Aunt Chen clearly flustered.
Just then, Jian Zhi’s phone on the table rang. She answered—it was a delivery courier.
“There are two items: one large box and a document,” the courier said.
Her heart leaped at the word “document.” It had to be her IELTS results!
“Please bring them up,” she said urgently, remotely unlocking the building entrance.
Indeed, it was her IELTS score report. The large box contained clothes she had ordered for Wen Tingyan last month.
As she finished signing for the delivery and was about to close the door, the elevator opened again. Wen Tingyan stepped out.
“What’s all this?” he asked, walking toward her.
Jian Zhi quickly hid the IELTS score envelope behind her back, feigning composure. “Your clothes.”
“Hmm.” He seemed quite pleased, patting her head as he entered the house with an expression that seemed to say: That’s more like it.
She shifted her body nervously, terrified he might discover the envelope behind her.
“Aren’t you going to open it for me to try on?” He turned back to look at her, surprised she remained rooted to the spot.
Open what? If she opened the package for him, wouldn’t her own delivery be exposed?