In the third year of their marriage, Wen Jingyi's husband, Shen Zekai, died in a car accident.
Little did she know, her husband, whom she loved with all her heart, had faked his death and...
Wen Jingyi was halfway in the car when the driver suddenly received a call and then slowly slowed down the car.
She was puzzled, and before she could ask what was going on, her confusion grew even stronger when she saw the familiar car in the rearview mirror.
"Mr. Mo?"
Why did the other party suddenly catch up with me? "Is there any new news from the nursing home? Why didn't you tell me on the phone?"
Mo Yunfan shook his head and gestured for Wen Jingyi to get in his car. "I suddenly remembered that since someone secretly attacked Zhou Jingrui, they might also harm you. I'll give you a ride."
"……Yeah?"
His expression remained unchanged, with the corners of his lips slightly curved: "Get in the car, no tea this time, I'll leave after I see you go back with my own eyes."
Wen Jingyi chuckled and said with some shame: "That's not what I meant. Mr. Mo has helped me a lot. I..."
"I understand, Miss Wen, no need to explain."
She just didn't want to cross the line.
Mo Yunfan waited quietly for Wen Jingyi to get in the car, his fingertips lightly stroking the steering wheel. Under his deep black eyes, the corners of his ruthless lips curved up in an irresistible arc, and he looked harmless.
But unfortunately, he didn't agree with Wen Jingyi on this point.
The two of them stayed silent all the way. When they got downstairs, Wen Jingyi opened her mouth and wanted to ask Mo Yunfan to leave immediately, but seeing that he looked worried, she opened the door with someone and said, "Now that you see I'm home safely, I won't bother you anymore."
She said this politely, looked up at the living room with a smile, and when she saw the hot food on the table, the corners of her lips stiffened in an instant.
The two of them stood outside the door together, watching Zhou Jingrui moving around the house calmly just like yesterday. Even their breathing slowed down at the same time, not daring to disturb the person who had just walked out of the kitchen.
Mo Yunfan squinted his eyes and glanced at the teddy bear apron on Zhou Jingrui, and the curve of his lips suddenly became dangerous.
This scene is too annoying.
"Jing Rui..."
Wen Jingyi took the lead and locked the door with Mo Yunfan to prevent him from escaping again. After exchanging a glance, she stepped forward tentatively: "When did you come back? Why didn't you tell me?"
Zhou Jingrui felt like he was awakened from a deep dream.
He seemed to have just realized that there was someone else around. He looked over with suspicion and caution. After glancing at Mo Yunfan, he showed a surprised expression to Wen Jingyi: "Are you Jingyi?"
"It's me."
Zhou Jingrui looks like an ordinary person today.
He was not as crazy and confused as yesterday, and he looked unfamiliar with Mo Yunfan.
"I've been here the whole time. Why are you asking?" Zhou Jingrui smiled and took Wen Jingyi's arm, taking everything for granted: "You're back just in time. I'll cook the vegetables I just bought myself. There's also the steamed fish you like."
Wen Jingyi's eyes moved slightly, and she stared blankly at the table. The scene yesterday was so chaotic that Wen Jingyi only noticed now that the dishes he cooked were all the ones his adoptive parents often made when he was a child.
"you……"
"What?" Zhou Jingrui continued to ignore Mo Yunfan.
Wen Jingyi smiled, followed his strength and sat down at the dining table, waving to Mo Yunfan: "This is my friend, he came to our house for dinner today. Mr. Mo Yunfan, you haven't met him before."
"Really?" Zhou Jingrui's gentle eyes flashed by, and he moved away from Wen Jingyi's hand that was holding Mo Yunfan's sleeve, and said something ambiguous: "Maybe."
"What?"
"Nothing, just ask your friends to come over for dinner. You've never brought a boy home before."
He pretended to sigh, revealing a regretful yet teasing expression: "Come to think of it, when I was little I always said I wanted to marry you, but now you already have a boyfriend."
Zhou Jingrui was just joking. Seeing that Wen Jingyi was a little nervous, he quickly and naturally changed the subject: "Try my cooking. You never had it when you were a child."
"good."
Wen Jingyi suppressed her deep worry and forced a smile. She and Zhou Jingrui were like old friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, and the scene was harmonious for a moment.
But he felt increasingly heavy-hearted. The more normal Zhou Jingrui acted now, the more shocking yesterday's scenes were.
She smiled and took a sip of water, then tentatively asked, "Would it be convenient for you to go out with me? I have a friend in a nursing home. Can you accompany me to see him—"
With a loud "bang", Zhou Jingrui's hands loosened and the dishes fell to the ground.
Wen Jingyi's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly looked over: "Jing Rui, how are you?"
"I'm not going to a sanatorium or a mental hospital..."
He lowered his head and muttered to himself, his flustered tone completely changing from his previous cheerful and talkative tone. Pale cold sweat oozed from his forehead: "I'm not going, I'm not going."
Zhou Jingrui suddenly became ill. He raised his head abruptly and grabbed Wen Jingyi's hand. His anxious movements seemed to be asking for help: "There is a bad woman in the sanatorium. She will hurt me. Jingyi, please help me and get me out."
Wen Jingyi's tone gradually deepened. She held his hand and asked, "Who is the bad woman you are talking about?"
"Bad woman, bad woman..."
But he couldn't hear Wen Jingyi's voice at all, as if he was trapped in a nightmare: "She will kill me, Uncle Zhou and Auntie, she will kill us, I can't go!"
Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou are Wen Jingyi's adoptive parents.
Her throat was dry, her mouth half open in shock, and she struggled to steady her trembling pupils: "You know something, this bad woman killed your Uncle Zhou and Aunt Zhou, right?"
But then, no matter how much Wen Jingyi asked, Zhou Jingrui just shook his head in fear, as if he would be retaliated against if he spoke out...
really.
Wen Jingyi took a deep breath, stood next to Mo Yunfan, and watched from afar as Zhou Jingrui was sent back to the sanatorium again, silently clenching her palms.
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