Wen Lin stared blankly at the woman before him, her eyes red with unshed tears. It felt as if something had gripped his heart tightly.
But the feeling quickly turned into irritation.
Mu Wanwan was simply unreasonable! She was clearly the one in the wrong. Forget apologizing—now she was even giving him attitude.
There was no way to communicate with her. She was still angry and completely irrational.
Besides, no one had ever dared lose their temper at him like this before.
Especially not Mu Wanwan.
The way she treated him now was completely different from before—as if she were a different person.
Grinding his teeth, Wen Lin turned and walked out. He didn’t even bother grabbing an umbrella despite the rain pouring down outside.
Song Tingyu was jolted awake by loud knocking. He scratched his messy hair irritably.
“Who is it?! It’s pouring outside—perfect weather for sleeping! Why disturb someone’s sweet dreams?”
The moment he opened the door and saw Wen Lin standing there with an umbrella, he nearly jumped.
“Damn! Old Wen, what happened to you? Why the long face? Who ticked you off?”
Wen Lin said nothing and pushed past him into the house.
Song Tingyu lived not far away, and since his parents were rarely home, Wen Lin came here.
“Why aren’t you talking? Who made you mad? Don’t tell me it was that little village girl again. Did she cling to you? Or try something?”
Song Tingyu’s gaze flicked downward suggestively. Given how obsessed Mu Wanwan used to be with Wen Lin, forcing herself on him didn’t seem impossible.
Wen Lin’s face darkened further. He punched Song Tingyu on the shoulder.
“What nonsense are you spouting?”
“Ow! Go easy! Then what happened?”
Song Tingyu hissed in pain.
Wen Lin was suffocating with frustration and didn’t hide it. He briefly explained what had happened.
Song Tingyu exploded.
“As expected of someone from the countryside—acting like a shrew! She actually hit Huiru?
And she dared lose her temper at you? That jealousy is insane! Old Wen, if you really spend your life with her, you’ll never have peace!”
He looked at his friend with pity.
Wen Lin felt a headache coming on. He had already submitted the divorce report. He just didn’t know whether Mu Wanwan would regret it later.
If she did regret it, the divorce probably wouldn’t go through. But if it didn’t, how could he live with someone like that?
He had promised Lin Jun he would take care of his sister. He had to keep that promise.
If Mu Wanwan kept making a fuss and the divorce failed, who knew how much trouble would follow?
He pinched the bridge of his nose.
Song Tingyu sighed.
“If you ask me, you shouldn’t have listened to Grandpa in the first place. Now that you’re married, Mu Wanwan definitely won’t let you go.
Forget how much she likes you—right now you’re a regimental commander. Staying with you means a better life. Why would she willingly go back to the countryside?”
“Enough. Stop nagging in my ear. I just came here for some peace.”
Wen Lin closed his eyes. All he hoped was that by the time the divorce report was approved, Mu Wanwan wouldn’t change her mind.
He hadn’t planned to marry in the first place. If they divorced, he wouldn’t remarry. He would give all his savings to Mu Wanwan as compensation.
What he didn’t know was that Mu Wanwan couldn’t wait to divorce him—and the one who would regret it in the end would be him.
The next morning, Mu Wanwan brought her braised goods to Kelai Residence again.
Ju Bairan had been waiting eagerly. The moment he saw her, his face lit up.
“Comrade Mu, you have no idea how popular your braised dishes were! I had someone sell them at the entrance. The aroma attracted so many people. They sold out in no time!
Those who missed out all said they wanted to try them. I bet even more people will come today!”
Ju Bairan was visibly excited. He had opened this restaurant using all his savings. The location and decor were excellent, but business had been mediocre.
They were already operating at a loss. If the restaurant shut down, his family would definitely mock him.
Everyone in his family was talented in business—except him, apparently.
But now he saw a turning point.
Mu Wanwan was that turning point.
With such delicious braised goods drawing customers in, foot traffic would surely increase over time.
Mu Wanwan wasn’t surprised at all. She had confidence in her cooking.
“Here’s today’s batch.”
Ju Bairan didn’t even bother weighing it. He handed her twenty-four yuan directly.
As she was about to leave, he called out to her.
“Comrade Mu, I’d like to discuss something. Could you supply exclusively to our restaurant? Don’t worry—I’ll raise the purchase price. I won’t let you lose out. Thirty yuan for twenty jin—how about that?”
He clearly had a business mind. If only his restaurant carried the braised goods, it would stand out among competitors.
Mu Wanwan had considered supplying multiple restaurants before—but alone, she couldn’t produce that much.
The price he offered was generous and sincere. After a brief thought, she agreed.
“Great! Then today we’ll also settle at thirty yuan. But tomorrow we’ll sign a contract—for both our protection.”
“No problem.”
She nodded, collected the additional six yuan, and returned home.
Wen Lin was sitting on the living room sofa. The moment she entered, he stood up.
“Grandpa’s check-up results are out. There’s an issue with his stomach. He’s been admitted. He wants to see you—I’ll take you there.”
Mu Wanwan’s heart sank.
Was she too late?
“How is Grandpa? What’s wrong with his stomach?”
“Don’t panic. He’s fine. The doctor said there’s a tumor in his stomach. Luckily, it’s still benign. As long as they remove it surgically and he recuperates well, he’ll be fine.”
She finally exhaled in relief.
If the surgery was done early, Grandpa wouldn’t develop stomach cancer like in her previous life.
“Take me to the hospital now.”
She was still worried.
Wen Lin nodded and rode his bicycle, taking her to the hospital.
Inside the ward, the old master wore a stern expression. Sitting beside his bed were Wen Xin and a well-maintained, elegant woman—Song Meijuan, Wen Lin and Wen Xin’s mother.
Hearing footsteps, the old master looked up. The moment he saw Mu Wanwan enter with a worried expression, his face brightened.
“Wanwan!”
“Grandpa, how are you feeling?”
She walked to the bedside.
“I’m fine. It’s all thanks to you for insisting I get checked. Otherwise, this old man might’ve gotten seriously ill later!”
The doctor had told him that if left untreated, the benign tumor might have turned malignant—even into cancer.
The thought had terrified him.
“Grandpa, Heaven is protecting you. You’ll definitely live to a hundred!”
Her sweet words made him beam.
From the side, Wen Xin rolled her eyes.
“Bootlicker.”