In the end, Mu Wanwan had no choice but to wrap a silk scarf around her neck.
It was already September. Even though autumn had arrived, the weather was still hot. Wearing a scarf looked a little strange.
All because of Wen Lin!!!
Mu Wanwan felt irritated. After tidying herself up, she didn’t even have the appetite for breakfast. She immediately headed to the Ju residence.
Ju Bairan had also been drugged last night. She didn’t know how he was doing today.
She knew very clearly that last night’s incident was most likely aimed at her. Otherwise, she and Ju Bairan wouldn’t have ended up in her rented house like that.
Someone had probably been watching them for a while and devised this scheme to catch them “in the act.”
Though she had no concrete evidence, she was certain it was Lin Huiru.
No one else had both the motive and the scheming mind.
Given Lin Huiru’s obsession with Wen Lin, there was probably nothing she wouldn’t dare do.
Just thinking about being secretly watched made Mu Wanwan shudder in disgust.
Unfortunately, without evidence, she couldn’t call the police.
But letting Lin Huiru off so easily?
Impossible.
She would make her pay.
When she reached the Ju residence and knocked, it was Grandma Ju who opened the door. The moment she saw Mu Wanwan, her expression darkened.
“You still dare to come here? Using such filthy methods on our Bairan last night—do you think the Ju family is easy to bully?”
The previous night, Mu Wanwan had hurriedly left Ju Bairan at the Ju family gate, knocked, and fled.
The Ju family hadn’t seen her and didn’t know her condition at the time.
Naturally, Grandma Ju assumed Mu Wanwan had taken advantage of Ju Bairan escorting her home to drug him—but he had managed to return before anything happened.
Mu Wanwan quickly explained, “Grandma Ju, things weren’t what you think. I’m already married, and I only see Bairan as a friend. I have no other intentions.
To be honest, last night someone was targeting me. Bairan was implicated because of me. I felt terrible, so I came to check on him.”
Grandma Ju froze, clearly not expecting that answer.
Her slightly clouded eyes stared sharply at Mu Wanwan, trying to detect deceit.
But there was none.
No evasiveness—only guilt and apology.
Grandma Ju had lived long enough to believe in her judgment of people. Slowly, she stepped aside and let her in.
“Is Bairan alright?”
Mu Wanwan knew firsthand how potent the drug had been. She truly worried about him.
“We called a doctor. He’s fine now. But if someone really tried to harm you, then you must explain everything clearly. The Ju family won’t swallow this quietly! Who would dare use such vile methods?”
Grandma Ju’s voice trembled with anger. Ju Bairan was her most beloved grandson.
Mu Wanwan recounted the events of the night, leaving out her suspicion of Lin Huiru.
“Don’t worry, Grandma Ju. I won’t let this go either. I’d like to see Bairan now.”
Grandma Ju fully believed her now. If Mu Wanwan had truly intended harm, her grandson wouldn’t have come home intact.
Perhaps the girl had already guessed who was behind it—and was planning her counterattack.
She led Mu Wanwan to Ju Bairan’s room.
Ju Bairan was sitting at his desk reading. When he saw her, he stood up immediately, looking slightly awkward.
He hadn’t completely forgotten the previous night. Though nothing had happened between them, it still felt uncomfortable.
Seeing his pale face and dark circles, Mu Wanwan felt even more guilty.
She apologized sincerely, admitting he had suffered because of her.
Ju Bairan wasn’t foolish. After regaining clarity, he knew the situation had been deliberate.
At first, he thought someone had targeted him. But upon reflection, it didn’t add up.
Now, hearing Mu Wanwan’s explanation confirmed his suspicion.
“Do you already know who did this?” he asked calmly.
“Yes. I came today partly to check on you and apologize—but also to ask for your help.”
A cold glint flashed in her eyes.
It was the first time Ju Bairan had seen such sharpness in her.
By accident, his gaze caught the faint red marks hidden beneath her scarf.
He instantly understood what she had endured.
He quickly looked away, but something stirred uneasily in his chest.
They talked for a while longer before he escorted her out.
The weather suddenly shifted, and rain poured down. In such conditions, Old Master Wen likely wouldn’t visit from the old residence.
As for Wen Lin—after storming off in anger, he probably wouldn’t return either.
Alone at home, Mu Wanwan quietly immersed herself in translation work.
Once she focused, her efficiency was astonishing. By the end of the day, she had completed all the materials.
The next morning, after breakfast, she took the translated documents to Xinhua Newspaper.
Chief Editor Song was stunned.
So many English pages translated in such a short time—and at such a solid level. Not just anyone could manage that.
“Excellent, Xiao Mu. You translated thirty pages. Here is your payment.”
He counted out thirty yuan from his drawer.
Mu Wanwan accepted it happily and thanked him. She was about to ask for more materials when he hesitated.
“Xiao Mu, I have a favor to ask. A distant nephew of mine runs a business. They’re negotiating cooperation with a foreign company to import machinery.
The contract is in English, and foreigners can be tricky. My nephew asked me to find a reliable translator. I think you’re suitable.
Would you be willing to review the contract? Of course, you’ll be well compensated.”
“No problem, Editor Song. If you trust me, I’ll do my best to help.”
She agreed without hesitation.