Gu Chen experienced a momentary daze, almost convinced he had misheard.
The voice felt vaguely familiar, yet he couldn’t immediately recall where he’d heard it before.
After repeatedly confirming it was indeed Yu Sheng’s phone number, his furious voice erupted almost unrestrained:
“Who are you? Where’s Yu Sheng!”
Wen Zhuqing sat in the armchair, expressionlessly adjusting his glasses with a casual yet undeniably authoritative demeanor.
Though he had never interacted with Gu Chen before, he could already guess who was calling.
Wen Zhuqing’s voice remained calm, detached and icy, carrying a strong undercurrent of warning.
“I am her husband!”
The word “husband” deeply stung the nearly hysterical Gu Chen.
Already driven to madness by Yu Jiaojiao’s words, he now completely lost control, roaring at Wen Zhuqing:
“You shameless bastard! What have you done to Yu Sheng? Listen carefully – I’m Gu Chen, Gu Chen of Gu Corporation! If you dare-”
Before he could finish, Wen Zhuqing interjected with deliberate calm:
“Oh? And may I ask, what exactly are you to her?”
Compared to Gu Chen’s hysterics, Wen Zhuqing’s composed tone proved far more devastating.
That single sentence.
Left Gu Chen frozen in place, unable to respond for a long time.
Only when Wen Zhuqing impatiently ended the call did Gu Chen snap out of his daze, wanting to call back but lacking the courage.
When Yu Sheng emerged from the bathroom, the soft background music still played in the living room – gentle and soothing, almost lulling her to sleep.
She lazily curled up on the sofa, ready to doze off immediately.
“Who was calling?”
Wen Zhuqing didn’t conceal anything. “Gu Chen!”
Those two simple words made Yu Sheng’s expression darken. She immediately checked her call history and unceremoniously added that number to her blacklist.
Wen Zhuqing pushed the fruit plate closer to her before leaning back against the sofa, stretching his legs casually.
His gaze toward Yu Sheng held a newfound curiosity.
He asked in an unhurried tone, “What, an ex-boyfriend?”
Yu Sheng hugged a cushion angrily, then vented her frustration by pounding it several times before exclaiming:
“Ex-boyfriend my foot! A proper ex should stay dead, not keep rising from the grave like him!”
Realizing her mistake,
She immediately covered her mouth, then flusteredly placed her hand over her abdomen.
“Baby, you didn’t hear anything just now, absolutely nothing~”
With her naturally round face, the gesture made her appear even more innocent and adorable.
The air grew momentarily still.
Only after her outburst did Yu Sheng belatedly remember that the man sitting before her was her legally wedded husband.
And she had just been discussing Gu Chen in front of him!
Wen Zhuqing handed her his iPad, displaying a document Gu Chen had sent yesterday.
Tapping the file on the screen, he smiled faintly.
“Then should I take some revenge!”
Sitting beside him, Yu Sheng nodded vigorously like a pecking chick. “Yes, yes, yes! Absolutely no cooperation with him!”
Wen Zhuqing naturally reached out to rub her fluffy little head, a faint smile gracing the corners of his eyes and brows.
His gaze toward Yu Sheng appeared exceptionally tender.
“Alright!”
At this moment, Yu Sheng had no idea she had genuinely fallen into the trap Wen Zhuqing had dug.
Beware not of playboys who flirt, but of uncles in their thirties.
When Yu Sheng caught the aroma of the meal, she immediately rose and headed toward the kitchen, completely unaware of the intense, burning gaze Wen Zhuqing fixed upon her.
After Wen Zhuqing’s phone vibrated twice, he pressed the answer button.
“The person who posted information online last time slandering the young mistress has been found. It’s also connected to Yu Jiaojiao.”
The speaker on the other end waited for Wen Zhuqing’s response.
It seemed that over the past few years, his violent and bloodthirsty nature had restrained a lot, and he wasn’t as obsessive as before.
“The weather’s getting cold. Let’s have a bonfire party!”
Wen Zhuqing spoke very calmly, as if he genuinely intended to host a party in the yard, completely unaware of the shock his words delivered to the other person.
“Alright, yes!”
Early the next morning.
Yu Sheng was awakened by Duan Jin Yan’s phone call. It was just past seven, and as soon as she answered, Duan Jin Yan’s loud, frantic voice made her eardrums ache.
“Ah Sheng, something’s happened, something big!”
What?
Yu Sheng thought perhaps the Yu family had been wiped out!
How could it be? She hadn’t even started leveraging the Wen family’s influence to take action yet. Was heaven already unable to stand it?
Yu Sheng abruptly sat up in bed but felt nauseous and rushed to the bathroom to vomit.
Morning sickness wasn’t a one- or two-day affair; it was truly torturous.
Hearing the commotion on her end, Duan Jin Yan had no idea what was wrong.
“Ah Sheng, are you okay? Ah Sheng?”
After calling out several times, Yu Sheng finally regained her composure. Her stomach was empty, and she had spat up several mouthfuls of acidic fluid before barely recovering.
“Yeah, I’m fine. What happened?”
Duan Jin Yan forwarded a local news article to her. “That little follower of Yu Jiaojiao, the one who had a minor dispute with you at the jewelry store last time and posted about you online.”
Her!
She had been trailing behind Yu Jiaojiao since high school, doing whatever Yu Jiaojiao directed.
“Her family’s villa caught fire last night!”
Damn!
So thrilling!
If not for this news, Yu Sheng would have almost forgotten her existence.
She quickly opened the news article Duan Jin Yan had sent and skimmed through it, clicking her tongue twice in amazement.
“This really is a case of ‘heaven sees what people do’!”
One should always accumulate virtue and do good deeds!
Yu Sheng woke up very early today. When she went downstairs, Wen Zhuqing was still eating in the dining room and hadn’t left yet.
Seeing her cheerful expression, he casually asked, “Good news?”
Yu Sheng felt that her schadenfreude might not be appropriate. A family like the Wen probably expected their daughter-in-law to be well-behaved, exceptionally understanding, dignified, gentle, and gracious.
She suppressed her smile and slowly shook her head.
“No, I just slept very comfortably last night.”
Wen Zhuqing didn’t inquire further. After finishing his meal, he reminded her of a few things before leaving.
Only after the car slowly drove through the gate did he dial a number with a grim expression.
“The bonfire party wasn’t grand enough!”
His sinister gaze resembled that of an eagle hunting on the grasslands, fierce enough to send chills down one’s spine.
The person on the other end was so frightened their voice trembled.
“The fire rescue arrived promptly, so we withdrew.”
Wen Zhuqing said nothing more. Let the fire be smaller then—it was better than dragging innocent people into this.
Meanwhile, Yu Sheng, who was in the middle of a meal, received an anonymously sent text message.
[“You will surely face retribution for what you’ve done—you’ll die a wretched death!”]