Chapter 290: "Inviting" the Guest into the Trap

Chapter 290: "Inviting" the Guest into the Trap

“Tan Guohao didn’t lie to you; your mother was indeed found. But the specifics of her background, whether she was abandoned, stolen by human traffickers, or other complicated possibilities, still require further investigation.”

Fu Yanjing's objective and organized words became somewhat softer because he was worried about Wen Jinye's emotions.

“In those days, information entry was not perfect and many key information points were missing, so finding it was like looking for a needle in a haystack. You need to wait patiently, and I will let you know if there is any progress.”

He hesitated for a moment, then voiced his concerns:

“But don’t believe anyone who uses this to threaten or influence you, including the necklace in Tan Guohao’s possession.”

Wen Jin nodded in agreement. It would be superfluous to emphasize one's ability to distinguish right from wrong at this time.

After all, those who think they won't be fooled simply haven't fallen into the carefully prepared scam.

Moreover, she can never remain calm when it comes to matters concerning her parents.

Otherwise, when they returned to Jiangbei from the port city, they wouldn't have been so destitute that they had to exchange all their possessions for a family photo from Tan Donglin.

She hadn't told Fu Yanjing about her and Shen Jinzhao's speculations yet.

But she promised Shen Jinzhao that she would help her protect the secret of her true identity.

The paternity test results shouldn't take too long to arrive.

Wen Jin hesitated for a moment, then felt that the spirit of contract should still be upheld.

After all, she knew very well that the possibility of her being related to Shen Jinzhao by blood was extremely slim, and Wen Jin did not want to expose Shen Jinzhao's identity because of this tiny possibility.

Fu Yanjing's phone screen lit up; it was a link to a video that Dong Qi had sent to Zhao Qin that was posted online.

He glanced at it, then placed the phone face down on the table, making a crisp sound.

Fu Yanjing looked at Wen Jinye's beautiful face and gently pressed his forehead against hers.

“I can temporarily refrain from interfering with your aunt’s online distortion of the truth, because I know you have your own ideas.”

"Whether you think it's a waste of time and money to get rid of someone like that, or it's demeaning to get entangled with her online, or even if you don't want to relive that damp and dark memory because of someone like that."

He accurately analyzed Wen Jinye's inner thoughts, especially the last sentence.

Wen Jin's pupils trembled slightly.

Her uncle's family was no longer a shadow hanging over her head.

However, Wen Jin was unwilling to relive the nightmarish moment of dense fog just to clarify things.

“I know that my overly forceful intervention could leave my mark on your future work and life, thus overshadowing your own value. But I still can’t stand idly by.”

“You’re right. Simply silencing people won’t change public opinion online, because prejudices are ingrained in people’s minds, and public opinion is just a manifestation of those prejudices. So, could you allow me to stand up and say a few words in your defense?”

Wen Jin listened quietly.

He was a true prince born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

When Wen Jin first came to his side in Gangcheng, he had never even seen a sparkler firework that cost one yuan.

People who are out of touch with the realities of everyday life and who have grown up being pampered and adored are even less capable of empathy and reflection.

But now, he is able to put himself in Wen Jin's shoes and consider things from her perspective.

No longer is it the superiority of being high above others and unaware of their suffering, nor is it the indifference of being cold and indifferent to the plight of others.

He could even understand a woman's tenderness, and naturally, he developed compassion for all things.

Wen Jin was already captivated by Fu Yanjing just by hearing him say these things.

If her previous obsession with Fu Yanjing stemmed from the powerful impact of him appearing like a ray of light in her desperate situation.

Now, she was completely captivated by Fu Yanjing's more specific personal charm.

While Wen Jin was deeply moved, she was also very curious about what Fu Yanjing, a man who was too lazy to even answer questions from financial reporters, would say in front of the media to speak up for her.

Is it a domineering way to protect one's wife? That sounds a bit exaggerated.

Publicly confessing his feelings? He already did that a long time ago.

How are you going to say it?

He lightly pecked Wen Jinye on the tip of his nose. "It's a secret."

*

On her way to work, Wen Jin received many indignant messages from An Yu.

Their ability to lie through their teeth is unparalleled; with such thick skin, they should be using it for national defense!

[I'm furious! And how come He Jiayu sniffs out trouble online the moment you get into trouble? Look at her sly remarks, every single one of them is about you, even if she doesn't mention you. It's like you're the one who caused her downfall.]

[Trying to use you to clear her name? I even suspect that Zhao Qin's audacity in making such a scene is orchestrated by her.]

Just by reading these words, I can imagine how furious she must be.

Wen Jinye: [Alright, calm down. Isn't there a star-studded gala dinner tonight? Hurry up and get ready.]

An Yu: [Speak of the devil, and he appears; my assistant is knocking on the door.]

In addition, I also received a message from Tan Guohao.

Do you still want that necklace?

Since Zhao Qin has already started making a scene, the necklace has become fake.

Tan Guohao just wants to get rid of the business as soon as possible.

I'm right near your TV station right now. You need to give me an explanation this morning: either take this necklace and we call it even, or you never want to know about your mother's background again. The choice is yours!

I've lost my patience. If you don't want to know, don't blame your uncle for joining in the commotion.

A blatant threat.

What exactly made Tam Kwok-ho finally change his mind?

Wen Jin frowned, pondered for a moment, and still felt that he should first stabilize Tan Guohao.

Things have developed to this point; Tam Kwok-ho can make a scene online all he wants, but at least—

You can't cause trouble on TV.

So Wen Jin dialed Tan Guohao's phone number.

However, the device is currently switched off.

*

In the top-floor office of Henderson Land Development.

Tan Guohao was tied up and thrown to the ground.

He was wearing a black mask on his head and his mouth was stuffed with noodles.

As soon as he was thrown to the ground, he writhed wildly in terror, making whimpering noises.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, a man sat on a leather sofa, his suit impeccably tailored, his legs elegantly crossed.

The light behind him bathed him in soft shadows, but it couldn't hide the man's indifferent gaze on his cold face.

Like looking at ants.

With a flick of his fingers on the sofa armrest, the bodyguard, receiving the instruction, yanked the mask off Tam Kwok-ho's head.

They then took the cloth out of his mouth.

Tan Guohao was finally able to see the light of day, but it was so bright that he squinted and couldn't make out the man in the main seat.

He could only brazenly shout, "Who are you? Let me go right now! I'm warning you, this is kidnapping in broad daylight! The police won't let you get away with this!"

Tan Guohao struggled on the ground like a fat maggot, and finally managed to lift his head.

“You are…” He looked astonished, and the arrogance he had been trying to intimidate others vanished instantly.

"That bitch Wen Jinye—"