After hanging up the phone, Yu Sheng sat anxiously on the bench, occasionally glancing around nervously!
Meanwhile, Aunt Jiang beside her remained exceptionally calm and composed. As expected of a servant from the Wen family—her demeanor was truly unmatched by ordinary people!
Aunt Jiang handed a water cup to Yu Sheng.
“Young Madam, there’s no need to be afraid. This minor issue can be easily resolved with Young Master’s money power!”
Yu Sheng held the cup with both hands, sitting obediently as she took small sip after sip.
However, she had no appetite for the snacks Aunt Jiang offered.
In fact, she even felt nauseous and gagged slightly.
Whether it was due to the crowded space and poor air circulation, or her imagining Wen Zhuqing’s angry expression—
Regardless.
She only felt chest tightness, shortness of breath, and an uncomfortable tightness in her throat. Even her complexion gradually turned pale.
Finally.
Unable to hold back any longer, she shoved the water cup into Aunt Jiang’s hands and rushed straight toward the restroom.
Extremely worried, Aunt Jiang immediately took out her phone and sent a voice message to Wen Zhuqing.
“Young Master, Young Madam is vomiting.”
She also didn’t forget to report to Mr. Wen and Madam Wen, “This pregnancy seems unstable—she’s already experiencing morning sickness just a few weeks in!”
Putting down her phone, she hurriedly chased after Yu Sheng.
“Young Madam, Young Madam, slow down!”
Yu Sheng: “…”
This form of address felt particularly jarring and out of place in such a solemn and dignified environment.
Uniformed staff around them frowned at Aunt Jiang.
One particularly bold young onlooker even muttered under their breath,
“Qing Dynasty relics are hard to eradicate!”
For the first time, Yu Sheng realized that real-life romantic CEO quotes could be so cringeworthy that she wanted to dig a three-bedroom apartment with her toes.
Crouching beside the toilet, she vomited everything she had eaten for lunch.
Only then did Yu Sheng stagger out of the restroom, her steps unsteady.
Those old-fashioned TV dramas were truly misleading!
The actors’ standard performances—frowning, clutching their chests in discomfort, and dry heaving—had led her to believe morning sickness was a mundane experience.
It wasn’t until she experienced it herself—vomiting uncontrollably, losing all composure, even unable to control her facial expressions while dry heaving, with that pungent odor assaulting her senses—that Yu Sheng truly realized:
There was a little life growing inside her!
Just as Yu Sheng emerged from the restroom, she collided headfirst into Wen Zhuqing.
Seeing the delicate young woman staggering out—her round, deer-like eyes tinged with redness, tears still clinging to their corners—her pitiful appearance etched itself deeply into his mind.
Wen Zhuqing instinctively reached out to support her. “Are you okay?”
Before Yu Sheng could respond, a disheveled woman suddenly rushed toward her and raised a hand as if to slap her.
Fortunately, Aunt Jiang swiftly intervened.
Even in such a situation, she didn’t forget to add, “As long as Young Master and Young Madam are safe and sound!”
Yu Sheng: “…”
She really wanted to say, “Aunt Jiang, you’re taking this role too seriously!”
The deranged woman, hired for the task, was following Yu Jiaojiao’s instructions to insist that Yu Sheng was the mistress of her husband—to ruin Yu Sheng’s reputation and tarnish her name.
When the slap failed to land on Yu Sheng’s face, the woman took the opportunity to sit on the floor, slapping her thighs as she began wailing loudly.
“Heavens, what kind of world is this?!”
“Shameless homewrecker seducing my man! And she’s pregnant! How am I supposed to live with this!”
Yu Sheng had never witnessed such a scene before.
Neither had Wen Zhuqing.
His hands clenched into fists, barely containing his fury. Had this been among Rongcheng’s elite families, he would have known exactly how to handle it.
But facing such brazen scoundrels—
Wen Zhuqing was momentarily at a loss!
So he silently retrieved a red marriage certificate from his suit’s inner pocket. “You’re calling my wife a homewrecker?”
Yu Sheng stared blankly, utterly stunned.
Wait.
A gloomy, obsessive CEO… carrying his marriage certificate with him???
His chillingly sinister aura, the domineering tone lacing his voice, and the terrifying ferocity between his brows—
Immediately silenced everyone present.
The officer handling the case hurried over to explain, “Mr. Wen, this is a misunderstanding. We’ve confirmed they were intentionally gathering to cause trouble.”
Wen Zhuqing shielded Yu Sheng firmly behind him, the cold intensity in his eyes undiminished.
“Add slander, defamation, and attempted assault to the charges!”
While he might lack better ways to deal with scoundrels,
He could make sure she rotted in jail!
The woman sitting on the floor instantly deflated upon hearing this. How could she have known that the girl Yu Jiaojiao told her to frame was already married!
But then—
Remembering the 200,000 yuan already deposited into her account,
She steeled herself, pinched her thigh hard, and resumed her wailing.
“This woman is married yet still seduced my husband! Is there no justice left in this world? You’re wearing a green hat and still acting proud? Pah! You’re no good either!”
Suddenly, she scrambled up from the floor and pointed accusingly at Wen Zhuqing.
“Did you pimp your woman to my husband for a promotion?!”
Wen Zhuqing: “…”
He wanted to kill someone.
The violent impulses within him stirred fiercely at her words, restless and eager, as if already envisioning blood spraying before his eyes.
Beneath his glasses, his gaze turned bone-chillingly cold.
His sharp, defiant brows twisted with increasingly terrifying ferocity.
Slowly, step by step, he advanced toward the still-howling woman—as if a sharp scalpel might appear in his hand at any moment,
To mercilessly slit her carotid artery,
And let blood splatter freely across the pristine, jade-white floor.
Yu Sheng was the first to sense something wrong. The moment Wen Zhuqing released her wrist, she grew uneasy.
Watching him stride toward the woman as if no one else existed,
Yu Sheng suddenly realized what was happening. She rushed over and wrapped her arms tightly around Wen Zhuqing’s waist from behind.
Her voice was soft, even trembling slightly.
“Uncle, don’t… don’t be impulsive!”
Recalling those rumors—whether true or false—
Her legs trembled uncontrollably. She’d never again claim that rumors were unreliable.
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At the brink of losing control, Wen Zhuqing was pulled back at the last moment by Yu Sheng.
When his senses returned, he looked down at the fair, delicate hands encircling his waist,
The pale fingertips stark against his black suit.
After a long pause,
He grasped Yu Sheng’s wrist and reassured her, “I’m fine.”
The lawyer who had followed along finally let his hanging heart settle down.
Over the years, he had handled many matters for Wen Zhuqing.
He understood Wen Zhuqing very well—outsiders were easily deceived by his name and appearance.
Only those familiar with him knew that his gloominess was almost carved into his bones.