Chapter Sixty: Grandma fainted – was it a brain hemorrhage or was she pushed?

The temperature dropped sharply again, but thankfully they each had a Wen Zong brand gangster down jacket.

The two, who were still on business trips in other cities, finished their work and chose to take a two-day vacation.

Cheng Letian and his assistant naturally went together.

Song Nian'an excitedly made a plan and set an alarm for 6 a.m. to eat local specialties for breakfast. The variety of breakfasts made them all want to try them, and in the end, they ate until they were stuffed.

It was already 10 o'clock when I finished eating everything I bought in the morning, and now I had to think about what to eat for lunch.

The longer the queue at a restaurant, the more interested they become.

After we finished eating, we went to the snack street and ordered roasted chicken wings, black sesame paste, soda, and buns again.

Even at midnight, people are still strolling along the street enjoying the river breeze, and then having some crayfish and barbecue.

Immersive special forces weight gain tourism.

Xiaoya and Xiaowu, who kept saying they were losing weight, also ate the most.

When Cheng Letian's typical straight-man tendencies kicked in, he'd say a few more words, like, "Look at you two, you've even developed double chins from all that eating!"

"No wonder you don't have a girlfriend!"

Everyone except Wen Jing found it very interesting.

At each coffee shop, Wen Jing would order a coffee, sit there and rest, letting the little ones go and take photos and look at the crowds.

However, at one moment, he suddenly received a phone call from the old house.

"Okay," Wen Jing said. "I'm listening."

The voice on the other end was intermittent and sounded somewhat panicked.

"What happened to Grandma?" Wen Jing softened his tone. "If it's nothing, tell me. Does she need to be hospitalized?"

"no..."

"Yes...Grandma suddenly collapsed in the stairwell last night for some reason...She's at the People's Hospital now, it's possible..."

Wen Jing heard a buzzing sound in his ears, and then suddenly he couldn't hear anything.

The two quickly bought the next available flight back.

The journey was arduous, and Song Nian'an held Wen Jing's hand tightly.

The doctor said it was a brain hemorrhage.

The person is still unconscious, which is neither good news nor bad news.

Wen Siyan and Wen Liansheng arrived at the hospital a step ahead of time, along with several elders.

After seeing Wen Jing and Song Nian'an arrive, I briefly explained the situation at the time.

The housekeeper found it in the stairwell.

Song Nian'an asked in a low voice, "What about my cousin? Isn't she always at home with Grandma?"

Wen Liansheng said, "I haven't seen Li Wanru since this morning, and I don't know where she went."

How can a living person suddenly disappear?

Could it be that Li Wanru knows something and is hiding?

The more Song Nian'an thought about it, the more something seemed off. She glanced down at Wen Siyan.

Wen Siyan and Wen Jing stared at each other, their eyes flashing with an inexplicable meaning, as if they were vying for something.

Fortunately, Wen Siyan suddenly received a phone call and hurriedly left.

Grandma brought it in a hurry, and Li Wanru was nowhere to be found, so Song Nian'an decided to go back to the old house to pack up some of Grandma's things so that she could take care of her.

Before returning, Song Nian'an and Wen Jing went into the ward.

The once kind grandmother was now pale and thin, curled up on the hospital bed, a sight that broke one's heart.

However, Song Nian'an noticed a bruise on her grandmother's wrinkled wrist.

Song Nian'an quickly patted Wen Jing's back, "Look, Grandma has an injury on her hand."

Wen Jing lifted his grandmother's arm, and with just one glance, his expression instantly turned cold. "It looks like she was pulled down by someone."

The Wen family has someone who's incredibly audacious enough to try and kill Grandma!

Wen Jing took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "When you go back and pack your things, find out who came this morning and see if anyone knows where Li Wanru is."

"good."

Song Nian'an comforted Wen Jing a few more times before making a phone call to the driver.

Once back at the house...

The nanny and housekeeper stood at the top of the stairs, looking flustered. "Good morning, young mistress."

They bent over, not daring to raise their heads for a long time.

Song Nian'an stood at the top of the stairs and asked, "Grandma, did she fall here? Was anyone upstairs when she fell? Do you know where Cousin Li Wanru went?" He was facing the housekeeper, not missing a single change in their expression.

The butler's eyes flickered. "She fell at the first corner. She didn't see anyone when she fell, but I heard a noise and rushed over to check. I haven't seen Miss Li leave the house, but I just can't find her."

A perfectly healthy person just disappeared from their home?

"Who came to see Grandma this morning?"

"No one came this morning...and we were all in the hall serving breakfast to Master Wen and the others this morning...but last night, Young Master Wen brought his fiancée to meet Grandma, and..."

"What else?" Song Nian'an glared at the butler, who then stammered on.

"They even stayed overnight..."

Do you know what his fiancée's name is?

"I think her name is... Miss Shen."

Song Nian'an walked over to the butler, patted him on the shoulder, and said kindly, "Thank you."

"One more question, did Young Master Wen and Miss Shen go to breakfast?"

"Young Master Wen has gone..."

Ah, Shen Zhuangyue.

A hint of coldness flashed in Song Nian'an's eyes.

I never imagined she would dare to come to the Wen family and cause trouble.

After packing some clothes, Song Nian'an picked up her grandmother's phone and charging cable and took them with her.

Just as she was about to tell Wen Jing everything, she suddenly heard Wen Jing talking on the phone with someone in the corridor.

"President Wen, the bidding matter has been investigated and found out that it was the young master who spread rumors behind the scenes."

A sharp glint flashed in Wen Jing's eyes. "Fine, keep an eye on him."

After hanging up the phone, he pressed his temples wearily.

Last week, he represented his company in a bidding process, only to have his bid maliciously inflated. After inquiring, he discovered that they had received anonymous emails containing intimate photos of him with various women.

Although the pictures were all photoshopped, they were circulated so often that people started to believe them, and their perception of him gradually changed.

They even began to boycott his projects.

"What happened?"

Song Nian'an walked over with some concern.

Wen Jing's previously furrowed brows relaxed. "It's nothing."

Because he was afraid Song Nian'an would worry, Wen Jing had never told him about this.

Seeing Song Nian'an's preoccupied expression, he was somewhat surprised, "You're back so soon?"

Song Nian'an nodded and repeated what the butler had said to Wen Jing.

"However, I think we should not show any suspicion towards Wen Siyan and Shen Zhuangyue. If they really did push Grandma down, they certainly won't show any mercy to us."

Song Nian'an phrased it tactfully, but Wen Jing understood the meaning.

He then said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I've already had people start investigating secretly."

No one who hurt Grandma will escape.

Wen Jing's demeanor suddenly turned cold and stern.

Both were preoccupied with their own thoughts and barely slept a wink all night.

The next day, an uninvited guest arrived at the ward.

Wen Siyan stood at the door, holding a bouquet of flowers, smiling gently.

"Uncle, Aunt, you don't need to work so hard. I'll switch shifts with you. After all, you're the younger generation in the family."

He actually wanted to take turns caring for his grandmother with Wen Jing.

This should have been a good thing.

But he wasn't particularly close to his grandmother, so his sudden attempt to curry favor at this time seemed rather odd.

Wen Jing sat on the sofa without moving, his dark eyes fixed on Wen Siyan.

"No need. The new company has just started operating, so you must be quite busy. I can manage here."

He sat there with his legs crossed, his expression indifferent, exuding an aura of royalty that commanded respect.

Wen Siyan choked for a moment and couldn't speak.

After a long pause, he could only manage a forced smile: "Then thank you for your hard work, Auntie."

Despite saying this, his feet seemed rooted to the spot, showing no intention of moving at all.

Wen Jing frowned, a hint of displeasure on his face.

"Is there anything else?"

Wen Siyan smiled gently, “The operation of the new company is certainly busy, but the bidding process cannot be ignored. If you are busy in the future, you can call me anytime for help.”

His gaze then fell on his grandmother, and he scrutinized her for a while before pushing open the door and leaving.

The plot of the original book has changed somewhat since then.

But the general approach will not change; for example, Wen Siyan will continue to target Wen Jing.

Thinking of this, Song Nian'an became somewhat worried, "Has something happened?"

This matter is neither a major nor a minor one, and Wen Jing already has a solution.

He held Song Nian'an in his arms, gently rubbing his chin against Song Nian'an's hair.

"It's alright, don't worry."

at the same time.

As soon as Wen Siyan reached the hospital building, his face darkened, and his previous warm smile vanished.

"Young Master, it seems they've discovered that we're the ones who did it."

The voice on the phone sounded somewhat flustered. "And they're planning to call the police and sue us for defamation. What should we do now?"

Wen Siyan slammed his fist on the car door. "You can't even handle this simple thing? What are you good for?"

"Why don't you hurry up and hide to avoid trouble?"

Then the call abruptly ended.

Wen Siyan stared ahead with a sinister look, like a wild wolf that had torn off its disguise, untamed and unwilling to be subservient to others.

The phone rang again and again, and the words "Wen Liansheng" were prominently displayed on the screen.

He then looked away and answered the call.

"Si Yan, I plan to move your engagement banquet to tomorrow."

The older generation always believes that when someone in the family is sick, they need to hold some celebrations to bring good luck.

It just so happened that Wen Siyan was in the right place at the right time, so I took care of it for him.

Wen Siyan frowned, about to refuse, when he suddenly heard another sentence from the other end of the phone.

"Wen Jing is busy these days and may not be able to attend. Please bring Song Nian'an with you then."

He paused for a moment before speaking.

Is it Song Nian'an?

A smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

"good."