dtnovels Chapter 81 Zhizhi, be good, no one will bully you.
Chapter 81 Zhizhi, be good, no one will bully you.
Wen Yan always remembered Wen Muzhi's words, "The two of us are the ones who are—".
Over the weekend, Wen Yan returned to the Wen family home, intending to find a way to secretly obtain DNA samples from Wen Yonghai and Wen Muzhi.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I entered, I saw Wen Muzhi sitting in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, lost in thought.
"Heh, what a rare guest." Wen Muzhi sneered when he saw Wen Yan.
Wen Yan handed the tonic she had bought out of courtesy to the maid and retorted, "You like it too? You didn't go out to be a social butterfly today."
In the past, Wen Muzhi's weekends were filled with various social parties, as she tried to establish and solidify her image as a gentle and outstanding socialite.
Wen Muzhi felt bad whenever she saw Wen Yan, and a sharper pain shot through her left wrist, which she forced to suppress and prevent from trembling.
This hand injury is getting increasingly out of control!
"I'm going back to my room to grab something and then I'll leave," Wen Yan said.
Before Wen Yan got married, her room was in a very secluded corner on the second floor. After she married Gu Yanci, Wen Yonghai was worried that Gu Yanci would blame him, so he didn't dare to mess with Wen Yan's room. Some of Wen Yan's belongings were still in the room.
Downstairs, Wen Muzhi answered a phone call, and the sound of their rambling conversation drifted over from downstairs.
Wen Yan opened the door to Wen Muzhi's room next door.
The room is cleaned by maids every day, so it's not easy to find even a single hair. Wen Yan went straight to the sink, took off Wen Muzhi's electric toothbrush head, put it in a sealed bag, put it in her bag, and then put on the new brush head she had prepared in advance.
After doing all this, Wen Yan left quickly.
I stopped abruptly at the door of the room!
Wen Muzhi came up at some point and stood in the corridor outside the door, looking at Wen Yan with a sinister gaze.
"Wen Yan, what are you doing in my room?" Wen Muzhi asked.
"I heard some strange noises, so I went in to check." Wen Yan countered, "What, is there something you're hiding in your room? Or are you hiding someone?"
When Wen Yan decided to use the simplest and most direct method to enter Wen Muzhi's room to take samples, she was already prepared to be discovered.
However, she is Wen Muzhi's younger sister, and it's not unreasonable for sisters to enter each other's bedroom.
Wen Muzhi's face instantly turned ugly. He pushed Wen Yan aside, went into his room, and opened the drawers as if checking everything.
"Who knows what you did in there, or what you took!"
Wen Yan felt no guilt and stood outside without moving.
If she followed Wen Muzhi inside, she would see that when she opened the innermost wardrobe in the dressing room, there really was someone hiding behind the swaying hem of that long dress!
A man!
……
Wen Muzhi came out of the room and closed the door behind him.
Wen Yan pretended to go back to her room to get a pen holder, saying she was going to take it with her.
Wen Muzhi's mind was filled with the big trouble in the room, and he couldn't wait for Wen Yan to leave immediately.
"Wen Yan, have you and Gu Yanci divorced?" Wen Muzhi suddenly asked.
"What, you still want to be Mrs. Gu?" Wen Yan's tone was full of sarcasm.
Wen Mu did indeed want to.
After thinking about it for so many years, how could I suddenly give up?
In her view, Gu Yanci's care and favoritism towards her over the years have been genuine, and no matter the reason, she must continue to hold onto this favoritism!
"So what if it is?" With no one around, Wen Muzhi readily admitted it, with a hint of provocation.
Wen Yan made a 'please' gesture: "My divorce isn't going very smoothly, so I hope you can hurry up!"
Wen Muzhi was so angry that he almost fainted.
What is Wen Yan showing off?
Wen Muzhi gripped his trembling left hand with his right, his anger growing ever more pronounced.
Just then, Wen Yonghai and Wan Ying returned.
The two were somewhat surprised to see Wen Yan arrive.
Just as Wan Ying was about to say something, Wen Muzhi suddenly chased after Wen Yan: "Wen Yan, you stop right there! Explain yourself!"
When Wen Yan saw her reach out to her, she instinctively protected the toothbrush head sample in her pocket. However, Wen Muzhi pretended to trip over Wen Yan and then crashed into her!
Wen Yan's body bumped into the porcelain garlic-shaped bottle next to her, and the bottle shattered on the ground!
Tiny shards of porcelain pierced the person's flesh!
"I admire him!"
Wan Ying cried out in surprise, ran over and unceremoniously pushed Wen Yan aside, then helped Wen Muzhi up.
Just as Wen Yan was about to get up, she was pushed so that her hand had to support her again.
A piercing pain shot through my palm.
Something warm welled up from my palm.
"Mom, my hand... my hand hurts so much..."
Wen Muzhi had numerous wounds of varying sizes on his left forearm and wrist, from which bright red blood continuously flowed.
Wen Muzhi's left hand trembled uncontrollably, the trembling so intense it was clearly abnormal. Her forehead was covered in a thick layer of cold sweat, and her eyes were filled with terror.
"Don't be afraid, baby, Mommy will take you to the hospital!" Wan Ying comforted Wen Muzhi, then turned to look at Wen Yan with malice, "Wen Yan! You hurt my Muzhi once, wasn't that enough? Do you have to hurt him a second time?!"
"Wen Muzhi bumped into me just now," Wen Yan said, emphasizing each word.
"You clearly tripped Mu Zhi on purpose and knocked over the vase!" Wan Ying wouldn't listen at all. "Your father and I both saw it!"
Wen Yonghai's attention wasn't on his two daughters at all, but he knew very well that Wen Muzhi wouldn't joke about his hand.
"Wen Yan! You bastard!"
"Dad, get Ci-ge here. I... I can't feel my hands anymore... I don't want my hands to be useless, I don't want to be disabled..." Wen Muzhi said while crying, looking utterly pitiful.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Wen Yonghai immediately dialed Gu Yanci's number, but it took a while for the other end to answer.
A nonchalant "Hello" came through the receiver from Gu Yanci.
Listen closely, and you can hear a hint of impatience.
"My dear husband, Mu Zhi's hands are cut in many places by shards of porcelain. What should we do now? Her hands are shaking and she can't feel them at all!"
"Go to that private hospital she frequents!"
Wen Yonghai's phone was very loud, and Wen Yan clearly heard Gu Yanci's voice change immediately, his nervousness evident.
"Wen Yan, I'll deal with you when you get back! You better pray that Wen Muzhi's hand is alright!"
Before Wen Yan could speak, Wen Yonghai had already grabbed the car keys and rushed Wen Muzhi to the hospital with Wan Ying. Even the servants went along.
The huge living room was eerily quiet.
No one gave her a chance to explain.
I won't believe her explanation either!
As the pain in her palm gradually subsided, Wen Yan slowly raised her right hand. Her fingertips and palm were covered in wounds and embedded glass. With each movement, she could feel the excruciating pain again.
She endured the pain, took out her phone, and dialed Gu Yanci's number.
The moment the call connected, Wen Yan spoke first: "Gu Yanci, I want to see you, now."
Gu Yanci was probably driving when Wen Yan heard the navigation system's announcement.
"Yan Yan, I have something urgent to attend to right now." Gu Yanci paused, then added, "Later, okay?"
In the past, he would never have thoughtfully said those last four words.
Wen Yan sensed a unique warmth and a subtle, almost imperceptible, cautiousness in the question, "Are you okay?"
So Gu Yanci can coax people like this?
However, this thoughtful gesture was contingent on Gu Yanci rejecting her and choosing Wen Muzhi instead!
That's it again!
Sure enough, no matter how many times it happens, it will always be the same!
He could be so considerate and tender towards her for Wen Muzhi's sake, which Wen Yan found extremely ironic.
"not good."
Wen Yan looked at the palm of her other hand and saw a large piece of shard embedded in it, which was caused by Wan Ying pushing her earlier.
Under the influence of adrenaline, she no longer felt any pain.
"Gu Yanci, you haven't finalized the divorce with me yet, right? You're still my husband, and I need you now. Are you going to refuse me?"
"Yanyan..."
"Will they tell you why Wen Muzhi's hand was injured?" Wen Yan didn't want to listen to his nonsense. "They'll tell you that I injured it."
It's her again!
Just like a few years ago, it wasn't her at all, but because of their numbers and their claim of 'seeing is believing,' they managed to smear her!
"Wen Yan?" Gu Yanci's voice became puzzled and surprised.
"What, so surprised?" Wen Yan mocked. "Are you shocked that I hurt her again, or shocked that I'm so vicious? Gu Yanci, I'm giving you one last chance. Now, come see me as my husband. Or, next time, bring a complete divorce agreement!"
"Zhizhi, be good. There's no one from the Wen family right now, so no one will bully you. You can play for a while, and I'll be right there."
Gu Yanci stepped on the gas and sped towards the hospital.
No one will bully you?
Wen Yan gave a cold laugh and hung up the phone.
My heart feels tight and constricted, as if it's being squeezed and kneaded by something, suffocating and painful.
She felt she should be crying, but she had no intention of shedding a tear; her eyes were dry.
My hand doesn't hurt anymore, but it's still covered in blood, and the blood keeps gushing out. It's very numb.
Wen Yan took a deep breath and tried to stand up. As soon as she exerted force, everything went black before her eyes, and she slumped back down.
In her final moments before losing consciousness, Wen Yan pulled out a tissue, crawled to where Wen Muzhi had fallen, stained it with Wen Muzhi's blood, and put it in her bag.
……
"Wen Yan!"
"Wen Yan! Wake up!"
After an unknown amount of time, Wen Yan was awakened by the noise and saw Wen Junming's face through her blurry vision.
Wen Junming helped her up and held her in his arms. When he saw Wen Yan open her eyes, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Holy crap, I thought you were dead! How did you end up bleeding so much!"
Blood was everywhere, and Wen Yan's wounds were still bleeding, especially her left wrist, where a large piece of porcelain was embedded. Wen Junming wanted to stop the bleeding with his hand, but he didn't dare to touch her wound.
Wen Yan had no strength at all, her whole body was cold, and her eyelids were so heavy that she couldn't open them, so she closed her eyes again.
"Wen Yan, don't sleep! I've called an ambulance!" Wen Junming said anxiously.
Wen Yan struggled to utter a few words: "I'm not going..."
"What? You need to go to the hospital? Do you want to die? It's not easy to live this long, don't do anything rash!"
"Not with...Wen Muzhi...the same...hospital."
……
"The patient lost too much blood; if he had been brought in any later, he would have died!" the doctor lectured sternly. "With so many injuries on his hands, how could your family be so indifferent and only bring him to the hospital so late?"
Wen Junming was scolded by the doctor for no reason, which was completely unjust.
But he didn't dare to argue back when the doctor was cursing, because Wen Yan was lying on the bed receiving a blood transfusion with her face as pale as paper, her hands outstretched as the two doctors picked out the porcelain shards one by one and then bandaged her up.
"hiss--!"
The pain was so intense that Wen Yan couldn't help but gasp.
"Hey! Be gentle!" Wen Junming couldn't help but say.
"If you're so capable, then you do it!" the doctor glared at him.
Wen Junming, ever flexible, said: "...Then I can't do it."
Wen Junming couldn't bear to look at the injury on Wen Yan's hand, and asked her, "Does it hurt? If it hurts, why don't you cry?"
Wen Yan was in pain, but she didn't want to cry.
Seeing Wen Junming grimacing as he looked at her wound, she felt a warmth in her heart.
At least there was one person in the Wen family who cared about her.
"Wen Yan, you got burned a while ago, and now you're injured like this again. What happened to you?" Wen Junming nagdredged up. "You've been having such bad luck lately. Why don't you go and offer some incense?"
Wen Yan didn't have the energy to criticize his selective superstition, nor did she want to talk about her grudges with Wen Muzhi.
She didn't want to involve Wen Junming so directly, as it would be like forcing him to choose between her and Wen Muzhi.
"What exactly happened?" Wen Junming pressed, and seeing that Wen Yan was still unwilling to talk, he took out his phone. "If you don't tell me, I'll ask Gu Yanci myself!"
"Don't call him!" Wen Yan said, stopping him.
She had lost too much blood and was too weak to speak; even saying just one sentence made her gasp for breath.
Wen Junming looked at her suspiciously, his not-so-bright brain starting to work quickly:
"Why? He called me and told me to come home immediately to be with you, and then I found you lying in a pool of blood... Did he even know you were injured?"
"Junming, I'm getting a divorce from him. I'm not joking. If you consider me your sister, could you please not call him? Don't tell him?"
Wen Junming was more responsive to gentle persuasion than force, and awkwardly put away his phone: "Ah...ah...but...okay."
But can Gu Yanci really hide this from him so easily?!
His sister really thinks highly of him!
Just as I was thinking this, several doctors walked in and replaced the original doctor.
Immediately, a familiar face appeared behind the doctors.
"Senior?"
Just as Wen Yan was about to sit up straight, Jiang Huaixu forcibly helped her lie back down on the hospital bed.
"We've changed you to a surgical specialist. The others were from the emergency room. Although they were skilled, everyone has their own area of expertise," Jiang Huaixu explained gently regarding the sudden change of doctors.
Excessive blood loss had left Wen Yan somewhat mentally foggy: "Senior, what are you doing here?"
"I'm a regular at the hospital, and I happened to overhear a doctor mention a particularly beautiful girl here, so I came to take a look," Jiang Huaixu said, half-jokingly.
"What a coincidence?"
"if not?"
Wen Yan didn't know what to say: "Thank you, senior."
"Don't speak yet, just rest well." Jiang Huaixu, having been ill for a long time, was well aware of Wen Yan's current condition.
Her palms ached terribly, and her head was spinning. Unable to withstand her weakness, Wen Yan finally closed her eyes.
Wen Junming and the suddenly appearing Jiang Xuexue were left staring at each other in disbelief.
"You...and my sister...ah?" Wen Junming didn't know how to start the conversation. "You're Wen Yan's kept man?"
Jiang Huaixu glanced at his hands, which were still covered in blood, and reminded him, "Young Master Wen, why don't you go wash your hands first?"