Gu Lin was picking out blind date candidates for her son at the banquet when she unexpectedly stumbled upon a juicy scandal, and was just fretting over having no one to share it with.
Messages kept coming through, pushing the photos to the top.
“Tsk tsk tsk, that fake heiress is truly wicked—first poisoning, then pushing someone. The Wen family probably won’t let her off easily this time.”
Li Moyuan was silent for a moment. “Hearing is believing, seeing is truth. Do you have evidence?”
Gu Lin was taken aback. “I don’t have evidence, but Wen Jingming does.”
Then the topic circled back to the blind date discussion.
“The girlfriend you find—whether poor or rich—character comes first. Someone with a wicked heart is a no-go.”
Li Moyuan rubbed his throbbing temples and ended the conversation.
He logged onto the S app. Little Fairy wasn’t online.
LMY: [Has your wound healed?]
Wen Zhiyu looked up, saw the message, and felt warmth in her heart.
She wasn’t in a great mood and wanted someone to chat with. Li Moyuan’s message came just in time, so she replied immediately.
Little Fairy: [Much better, thanks for caring, brother.]
LMY: [Send me a photo to see.]
Wen Zhiyu took a photo of the back of her hand, revealing a section of her arm.
The inside of her arm was bright red, as if it had been rubbed harshly against something—it looked quite alarming.
Wen Zhiyu didn’t notice anything wrong with the photo, but Li Moyuan caught the abnormality.
LMY: [You’re injured?]
Wen Zhiyu zoomed in on the photo and saw it.
The wound on her arm was worse than when she was at the Wen residence. She reached out to touch it, and the pain made her body tremble.
She bit her lip, staring at the wound, wondering when it would ever heal.
Her body still carried the soreness from labor, and she wanted nothing more than to soak in a nice bubble bath.
LMY: [How did you get hurt?]
LMY: Transfer of 200,000 yuan.
LMY: [Go see a doctor.]
The red envelope on the screen was so tempting, but unfortunately she could only look at it, not accept it.
Her part-time job only paid 400 yuan a day.
She’d have to work who knows how many shifts to earn back what Li Moyuan had just transferred.
Little Fairy: [I went to do my part-time job. Brother, don’t transfer me money anymore—I’ll support myself.]
Outside the screen, she clenched her little fist, only to aggravate her wound, and the pain made her cry out.
Li Moyuan replied with a simple “okay,” then continued ordering takeout for Wen Zhiyu.
This time, Wen Zhiyu didn’t refuse.
The delivery brought back dinner, along with anti-inflammatory medicine.
Wen Zhiyu was deeply touched, and then started sending Li Moyuan cheesy pickup lines again.
Little Fairy: [Does your family make carbonated drinks? Because the moment I meet you, I start bubbling with happiness.]
Li Moyuan replied with a cold, aloof “mm,” but a smile slowly bloomed at the corner of his lips.
After dinner, Wen Zhiyu soaked in a bubble bath in the large bathtub on the balcony.
The glass was one-way, so she could enjoy the view outside the window.
Might as well enjoy a few more days before the property management kicks her out.
Thinking of Qiao Nianxi who had fainted, she felt like she was on death row.
She pulled out her phone, opened Wen Jingming’s Moments, and saw nothing but a single line.
It seemed Wen Jingming had blocked her.
Wen Zhiyu sent a test message and got a red exclamation mark.
Message sent, but rejected by the recipient.
She really had been blocked.
In the VIP ward of the hospital
Wen Jingming was having a heated argument with the Wen couple.
“Last time we didn’t teach Wen Zhiyu a lesson, and she didn’t learn her lesson.”
The Wen couple’s faces turned grim.
Wasn’t what Wen Zhiyu did also a slap to their faces?
Wen Zhiyu, who had grown up by their side, had done every bad thing imaginable—even daring to poison someone.
Meanwhile, Nianxi, who hadn’t stayed in the Wen family, had turned out exceptionally well.
The two of them had no more objections.
Wen Jingming thought of Wen Zhiyu’s appearance, a flicker of reluctance passing through his heart, but in the end, he steeled his resolve.
He turned and walked toward the door of the ward.
“Cough, cough… cough…”
Qiao Nianxi on the hospital bed showed signs of waking.
“Nianxi, you’re awake.”
All three of them gathered around Qiao Nianxi, calling for the doctor to examine her.
“I’m fine.”
Qiao Nianxi’s face was pale. She looked around the room but didn’t find Wen Zhiyu.
“Where is she?”
“Nianxi, your brother was wrong. I shouldn’t have protected Wen Zhiyu. This time, I absolutely won’t let her get away with it.”
Wen Jingming was overwhelmed with shame and was about to go find Wen Zhiyu to seek revenge.
Qiao Nianxi grabbed his wrist, her expression complicated.
“It wasn’t her.”
“What?”
The other three were all shocked.
Who told Wen Zhiyu to act so lawlessly? They had all assumed Wen Zhiyu was the one who pushed Qiao Nianxi into the water.
“It wasn’t her who pushed me into the water.”
Qiao Nianxi repeated herself.
She was a bit surprised herself, honestly—Wen Zhiyu had been so awful to her.
When she returned to the Wen family and saw the pretty Wen Zhiyu, she thought she’d gained a sweet little sister.
Too bad she was disappointed.
“Nianxi, don’t be afraid. You don’t need to consider our feelings at all—we’re the ones who wronged you.”
Wen Jingming paused before stating.
He could no longer trust Wen Zhiyu.
“Brother, I swear to you, it wasn’t her.”
“Then how did you fall into the water?”
Qiao Nianxi’s cheeks flushed slightly.
“I was too scared when I saw her appear. When I backed away, I didn’t notice and fell into the water. Zhizhi found a wooden pole to save me, but she was too weak to pull me out.”
The truth was unexpected.
“It’s still her fault—who told her to scare you.”
Wen Jingming reached out and ruffled Qiao Nianxi’s hair, telling her not to overthink it and to focus on recovering from her injuries.
“Brother, Zhizhi must have been scared too. Can you go check on her for me?”
Wen Jingming couldn’t refuse Qiao Nianxi’s request, so he agreed.
Besides, it gave him a chance to see Wen Zhiyu’s current situation for himself.
If she was willing to turn over a new leaf, he wouldn’t be opposed to accepting her.
Wen Jingming removed Wen Zhiyu from his blocklist and sent her a message, asking where she lived.
Wen Zhiyu was scrolling through her phone when she saw the message.
The phone danced in her hand, and she scrambled to catch it.
Plop.
The phone took a bubble bath along with her.
How tragic.
Her already poor family was now worse off.
Wen Zhiyu fished the dripping phone out, dried it with a hairdryer, and hesitated for several seconds before daring to turn it on.
Finally, she powered it up nervously—it booted successfully, and the screen was completely unharmed.
Tough little phone.
But when she tried to type, she noticed a problem: the location icon kept jumping around, as if someone else was controlling the phone.
Wen Zhiyu: …
Wen Jingming didn’t get an address from her, but he spotted an interior shot of the apartment in her Moments and pinpointed its location directly.
The rent at Haiyun Xinju wasn’t cheap. He suspected the Wens had been secretly supporting Wen Zhiyu—otherwise, how could she afford such an expensive apartment?
After quietly confirming with the Wens, he was even more surprised.
“Then who’s been giving her the money?”
Either way, he decided to pay her a visit.
Wen Zhiyu had no idea any of this was happening.
She didn’t know how to fix phones, so she resorted to the most traditional method—turning it off and on again.
Everything seemed fine, aside from the occasional glitching location icon.
LMY: 【Don’t press on your arm when you sleep.】
Wen Zhiyu tapped in to reply.
Little Fairy: 【Hahaha, bro, wanna sleep together sometime?】
The message she was about to send turned into that.
Wen Zhiyu was mortified and quickly tried to recall it.
But instead of being recalled, the message sent successfully.
The other party read it instantly.