Chapter 84 Disappearance

Wen Jing has disappeared.

A week passed without any leads.

The company's mess needed someone to clean up, so Wen Siyan was naturally invited back by the elders of the Wen family.

They quickly found the loopholes in Wang Wenran's revelations and discovered that the shell company that was falsifying accounts was actually run by the vice president.

Everything was easily resolved after Wen Jing disappeared.

Just like when Grandma fell, the Wen family uncles, who only cared about their own interests, did not show much concern for Wen Jing. They just felt that it was good that Wen Siyan was in charge now.

Song Nian'an was frantic with worry.

So anxious was he that he took the initiative to confront Wen Siyan.

The familiar building, the familiar office.

Song Nian'an walked to the door of the president's office and paused.

After calming myself down, I knocked on the door.

Wen Siyan, who had just finished a meeting, saw Song Nian'an at the other end of the corridor.

He strode forward, grabbed the person's wrist, pushed open the door, and threw them onto the sofa.

"Let go."

Song Nian'an's hoarse throat could no longer produce a loud sound.

"What's wrong? Did you cry your throat until it's hoarse? I saw you crying." Wen Siyan stared at Song Nian'an's face with great interest.

After a week apart, she looked exhausted with dark circles under her eyes, but the more she looked like this, the stronger Wen Siyan's possessiveness became.

Song Nian'an fell silent. He knew that the Wen family could use all their resources to find Wen Jing, but Wen Siyan had not done so.

"Why don't you look for him! Why!" Song Nian'an almost screamed.

"Don't worry, Auntie."

Wen Siyan leaned onto the sofa and gently stroked Song Nian'an's cheek, only to have his hand slapped.

"Show some respect to Wen Siyan."

"This isn't the tone you're using to ask me to find someone, Song Nian'an." Wen Siyan's tone changed. He suddenly lowered his head, stared intently at the man, and asked.

Song Nian'an tugged at his collar, not daring to meet the other person's gaze. He chuckled and said in a low voice, "Then what tone should we use? Do you know where he is?"

Outside the building's windows, a biting wind howled.

Wen Siyan stood up and said, "I don't know where he is."

He helped Song Nian'an sit up straight, placed his hand on Song Nian'an's face, and slowly wiped away the tears on his face.

Song Nian'an closed his eyes. Even if he had to use any method to find out anything about Wen Jing, he had no choice but to do so now.

He's been feeling increasingly disoriented these past few days, and his heart is aching like it's being stabbed.

The overwhelming sense of self-blame is like a black hole; if I hadn't participated in the show so recklessly, none of this would have happened.

As her fingers slid down her neck, Song Nian'an suddenly opened her eyes and stared at Wen Siyan.

"You're the one who started this, aren't you?"

Wen Siyan was still pretending, "What is it?"

"If you didn't cause this, how could it be resolved so quickly? You had it all planned out long ago: to appear just in time when the company faced a crisis, thereby gaining the support of the shareholders and the Wen family uncles, so that you could rightfully inherit the Wen family business. By pulling one down and stepping on the other, you managed to turn the crisis into an opportunity while Wen Jing neglected his duties. It was a brilliant calculation. The avalanche may indeed have been an accident, but it suited your purposes perfectly. Isn't that right, Wen Siyan?"

Song Nian'an's words were powerful and his sentences were firm.

Wen Siyan couldn't help but admire Song Nian'an's ability to think clearly even after losing her husband.

The little boy who used to write love poems and draw sketches has grown up a lot.

Wen Siyan burst into wild laughter.

"So what if it is, so what if it isn't? The ending is the same anyway; in the end, I'll be the one to win."

They've had enough of their act; over a decade of forbearance has led to this day.

The fox proudly displayed its tail.

"Song Nian'an, I'm quite interested in you. Compared to that fool Shen Zhuangyue, I really like you. If you're smart, you should know how to choose now."

Wen Siyan's hand had already reached for Song Nian'an's zipper, and he was about to press her down before she could react.

Song Nian'an also laughed loudly, "I thought you were a shrewd person. If you had planned all of this, I would have admired you for being resourceful and cunning. But now it seems that it was just an accident. It was not something you carefully planned; it just happened that you found out about it."

Song Nian'an pushed the person off her, straightened her clothes, and stood by the window.

"I still think you're too powerful, Wen Siyan. We're brothers, but you can't be included in the Wen family register, and in the end, you didn't get Wen Liansheng's approval. They won't even give you a proper identity. You lost from the moment you were born. You're not even as good as one of Wen Jing's fingers."

That last sentence struck at his most painful weakness over the past decade.

Wen Siyan grabbed Song Nian'an's shoulders frantically, gripping them so tightly it felt like they were about to break.

His eyes were fixed on him with a chilling gaze, and his limbs trembled.

His expression suddenly turned cold. "You think I'm inferior to him? He has the advantage of being born with a mother's blood, so what? He's still buried in the thick snow. I arranged the company's false accounts. Wang Wenran has always been my man. You think those trusted confidants he took with him when he left the company were all there? How ridiculous."

"Alright, Wen Siyan. I admit it, you are indeed cunning."

Song Nian'an gave a kind smile.

"I have something to do, so I'll be going now, dear nephew."

As he left, he pressed the buttons on his phone and voice recorder in his pocket.

He forced himself to remain calm, went downstairs, grabbed a shared bicycle, and left.

After riding for an hour, we arrived at the newly renovated guesthouse.

When Cheng Letian saw Song Nian'an riding over, he was still troubled in Shi Chao's arms.

One second the two were discussing how to comfort Song Nian'an, and the next second the person in question stopped her bicycle at the door.

I was startled.

"Damn, how did you get here on a bike? Where's your supercar?" Cheng Letian asked.

"Sold."

Shi Chao asked, "Are you short of money?"

"I'm in dire need of help. How can I get others to help me if I don't have money?"

After saying that, he tossed a card to Cheng Letian.

"I scraped together 50 million and gave it to your father, asking him to secretly help me find Wen Jing."

Cheng Letian's jaw nearly dropped in shock. "My dad? You're saying the person you're ordering around is my dad? No problem then, I'll keep the money. I can order my dad around, why would I give him money?"

"You absolutely must, you really must, have your dad help me find him, okay?"

Cheng Letian also realized that he had gone a bit too far by using a joking tone.

He jumped up and hugged his best friend, saying, "It's okay, everything will be alright."