Wen Xiayue didn’t pay much attention to the security guard’s words. After thanking him, she asked Qi Lanzhou to drive into the residential complex.
Through the car window, Wen Xiayue looked at the place where the original owner had lived for more than ten years.
The greenery in the community wasn’t great, but in Beijing where every inch of land was expensive, property prices here were still high.
Although her adoptive parents were only fish vendors, they were very hardworking. They woke up at three or four in the morning every day to go to the market, doing their best to provide a good life for her through sheer labor.
But the original owner didn’t appreciate it. After discovering she was the true daughter of the wealthy Wen family, she immediately abandoned her adoptive parents and returned to her biological family.
However, even after recognizing her, her biological parents still favored Wen Rou, the child they had raised since childhood. They didn’t send Wen Rou away, and publicly claimed that the two girls were twin sisters, and that Wen Xiayue had been raised in the countryside due to poor health, only returning home as an adult.
A perfect cover story.
Although outsiders more or less knew the truth, no one exposed it. They still treated Wen Rou as the Wen family’s young lady.
Wen Rou continued to live a glamorous life.
Meanwhile, Wen Xiayue—
She was labeled as someone from the countryside.
Behind her back, many people mocked her, saying that even after returning to the Wen family, she couldn’t erase her “small-minded, rural habits” and was not presentable.
Wen Xiayue, who had transmigrated into the book and inherited the original owner’s memories, felt a sense of empathy.
“You’ll see them soon.”
Qi Lanzhou suddenly spoke, interrupting her thoughts. She turned to look at him.
His tone was calm, but carried a subtle sense of comfort.
He thought she was simply missing her parents too much.
The car stopped at the parking area of Building 5.
Wen Xiayue got out and looked up at the window on the third floor.
Neighbors were gathered around Building 5, discussing something.
Soon, someone noticed them.
“Isn’t that Old Wen’s daughter?”
“It’s her! The one who was switched at birth. Haven’t seen her in a long time.”
“Of course, she’s from a wealthy family now. Look at that car, that presence…”
“Hey, do you think she came back because she heard something happened to the Wen family?”
Wen Xiayue’s hearing was sharp, and she paused mid-step when she heard that.
A middle-aged man in gray clothes was squatting nearby smoking. When Wen Xiayue looked at him, he awkwardly turned his head away.
She walked over.
“Sir, what did you just say? What happened to my family?”
The man hesitated, and the neighbors quickly chimed in.
“You didn’t know? A group of men came and trashed your house. They even poured paint on the door.”
“They left less than ten minutes ago. They were very aggressive. Your mother cried from fear, and your father tried to argue with them—he almost got beaten up. They said something to your parents, and then your parents let them leave and refused to call the police…”
Wen Xiayue didn’t finish listening. She turned and ran upstairs.
Qi Lanzhou followed closely behind.
A light in the stairwell was broken.
Wen Xiayue almost tripped, but Qi Lanzhou caught her quickly and turned on his phone flashlight.
“Be careful.”
She didn’t have time to respond and continued running.
Third floor.
The Wen family’s door was covered in red paint.
Dark red paint dripped from the top of the door, looking like dried blood under the dim hallway light. Some parts had already dried, while others were still slowly dripping down, pooling on the floor. The sharp smell of paint filled the air, making it hard to breathe.
Wen Changhe stood at the door, trying to clean it.
But the paint was not easy to remove. The rag in his hand was soaked with it, while the door remained heavily stained and shocking to look at.
Hearing footsteps, he turned around.
When he saw Wen Xiayue, he froze for a moment, then forced a smile.
“Xiaoyue, you’re back.”
His voice was hoarse and exhausted.
“Come in quickly. Your mother was just talking about you.”
Wen Xiayue looked at him—he seemed ten years older than in her memory.
For some reason, Wen Changhe gave her a very familiar feeling, as if he were truly her father.
“Xiaoyue, don’t be scared. We’re fine. Just a few troublemakers came by; it’s already handled. Don’t worry, come inside. I’ll clean this up,” Wen Changhe said awkwardly.
A sour feeling rose in Wen Xiayue’s heart.
Qi Lanzhou, who had followed her upstairs, saw the scene and immediately sent a message to Chen Yang, asking him to investigate what had happened to the Wen family today.
He wanted to know who dared to attack the Wen family parents in broad daylight.
After sending the message, Qi Lanzhou put away his phone and stepped forward.
“Dad, I’m Qi Lanzhou, Xiaoyue’s husband. We spoke on the phone today.”
“I know, I know. Xiao Qi! Good child—you’re really handsome!”
Qi Lanzhou was tall and handsome, looking very reliable.
This was Wen Changhe’s first time formally meeting his son-in-law.
They had attended the wedding, but were stopped outside and could only catch a distant glimpse.
Although their adopted daughter had distanced herself from the family, and their biological daughter did not want to acknowledge them, they never blamed either of them.
In their hearts, as long as their daughters were living well, that was enough.
That morning, they had received a call from Qi Lanzhou saying he and Wen Xiayue would come for dinner in the evening. He even sent high-quality Maotai, a jade mahjong set, along with expensive supplements and fruit.
Wen Changhe and his wife were overjoyed.
They immediately slaughtered a chicken, preparing spicy chicken, pork ribs soup, and fish—all Wen Xiayue’s favorites.
It had been two years since she last came home.
They were looking forward to a peaceful family dinner with their daughter and son-in-law.
But instead, they were met with this chaos.
The couple didn’t recognize the intruders. They were well-dressed, wearing luxury brands—clearly wealthy people.
But the moment they entered, they started smashing things, saying they were there to “avenge Wen Rou.”
They claimed Wen Xiayue had constantly targeted Wen Rou, causing her to fall down a tall staircase and get injured.
So her adoptive parents should suffer in her place.
But they were also Wen Rou’s biological parents.
Wen Changhe couldn’t understand how the conflict between the two daughters had escalated to this point.
The Wen family’s living room was in ruins—TV broken, refrigerator damaged. Even the Maotai that Qi Lanzhou had sent was shattered.
Wen Changhe had been reluctant to even open the boxes, planning to drink them with his son-in-law.
Although his wife Liu Wenli had cleaned the room, the smell of alcohol still lingered heavily.
Wen Changhe invited the young couple inside, then called into the house:
“Wife, stop cleaning for now. Xiaoyue is here.”