41 Not a single word was mentioned about longing, yet...

Cheng Boyan quickly received a confirmation message from his secretary: "President Cheng, after verification, this license plate number is registered under Mr. Xu Junheng's name."

Xu Junheng. Xu Junxian's older brother.

They dared not directly harm Cheng Boyan, so they tried to find his weakness. A chilling anger, mixed with deep concern for Wen Xueyan, quietly spread in his heart. The divorce case was at a critical stage of property division, and the Xu family's appearance near Wen Xueyan's residence at this sensitive moment made their intentions self-evident.

Meanwhile, inside the black Bentley, Xu Junheng took a photo as he walked out of the building, intending to keep it as evidence, but the photo was not clear enough in the darkness.

Then, Xu Junheng watched Cheng Boyan's taillights disappear into the traffic.

Xu Junheng lit a cigarette. His previous suspicions were now almost confirmed.

He sent people to follow her a few times, but Wen Xueyan's life was simple. She stayed at the company and Shijia Huafu, occasionally going to the nearby supermarket. She was almost always alone, and he never saw her with President Cheng or any other man.

Until noon today, he saw Cheng Boyan hurriedly leave the company after receiving a phone call in the conference room of Cheng's Group headquarters. He followed him as if possessed, and ended up here.

Cheng Boyan stayed in the apartment for the entire afternoon, only leaving when night fell.

Xu Junheng stubbed out his cigarette. He needed to give Cheng Boyan a warning, to make him understand the price he would pay for disregarding the Xu family's reputation and insisting on divorce, so that he would give up the divorce or simply get rid of Wen Xueyan.

Xu Dechuan, the father, repeatedly emphasized that the sales channels of the Cheng Group in the European market would be very useful for the Xu Group to expand into new businesses.

However, he himself was well aware of Cheng Boyan's methods and dared not do as he pleased.

So Xu Junheng told his father, Xu Dechuan, about it.

Xu Dechuan thought they could find a scapegoat.

Xu Dechuan thought of Gu Hui. He had heard from his second son that Gu Hui had been fired for harassing Wen Xueyan. To Xu Dechuan, this was a perfect pawn: Gu Hui harbored resentment towards Wen Xueyan and had a motive for committing the crime; now that Gu Hui had a low social status, he could be allowed to escape and was easy to control.

The call connected, and there was some background noise. Xu Dechuan spoke: "Gu Hui? It's me, Xu Dechuan, the chairman of your former company. You remember Wen Xueyan, right? She's the woman who made you lose your job."

Gu Hui, on the other end of the phone, was away on a business trip, eating a cold boxed lunch. Upon hearing the name "Wen Xueyan," he shuddered and almost dropped his phone.

He managed to find a sales job in a foreign land, earning a meager income, a far cry from the prestige he once enjoyed as a general manager's assistant. His feelings for Wen Xueyan were more of a deep-seated fear.

"Mr. Xu?"

Xu Dechuan didn't notice his strangeness: "Your chance has come. I'll tell you her address now. Find an opportunity to teach her a lesson and warn her, smear her face. After it's done, 500,000 in cash, how about it? If you can make her disappear, I'll add another 1 million."

However, the scene that Gu Hui had anticipated, eagerly agreeing, did not occur.

Gu Hui responded, "I'm very busy, I don't have time."

Xu Dechuan was taken aback, his tone turning serious: "What? You think 500,000 is too little? Or are you scared? You were treated so badly by a woman back then, and now you don't even have the guts to retaliate..."

Before Xu Junheng could finish speaking, Gu Hui abruptly hung up the phone as if avoiding a plague. Leaning against the cold wall, the scene of that night seemed to reappear before his eyes: he was cornered in a dark alley by several strange men, their fists and feet raining down on him, the excruciating pain of his broken ribs still vivid in his memory.

But more terrifying than the pain were the words the leader whispered in his ear: "Remember this lesson. If you dare to harass Miss Wen again, it won't just be a few broken bones. We're reasonable too; if you don't bully people again, we'll let you go. Besides dealing with you personally, we've also checked; you still have parents back home, right? We won't hurt them, but are you afraid of losing face? We brothers have mental health certificates; we don't consider the consequences of our actions. We can go to your hometown and talk to your parents and neighbors..."

That kind of unrestrained threat from the dark world made Gu Hui tremble from the depths of his soul.

Gu Hui didn't doubt what those people said. The law may have its limits, but for certain forces operating in the shadows, the ways of retaliation can be endless, and even more cruel and direct.

Evil people may not be born cowardly, but after experiencing more thorough and unrestrained violent punishment, they are often better able to measure the scale of fear than ordinary people.

Gu Hui's refusal this time was not due to a change of conscience, but rather to fear of a more powerful force; it was a weighing of options driven by the instinct for survival.

However, Xu Dechuan was unaware of all this. After hanging up the phone, his expression turned extremely grim.

Xu Dechuan informed Xu Junheng of the situation and told him not to act rashly.

A deeper sense of apprehension quietly surfaced in Xu Junheng's heart.

Gu Hui's fear seemed genuine. Did Wen Xueyan have something else to rely on besides Cheng Boyan? Or had Cheng Boyan already laid out a protective net that he was unaware of in order to protect her?

The night grew deeper. Xu Junheng stared at the lights twinkling in the apartment building of Sega Mansion, but he no longer dared to go up and knock on the door.

Monday morning light streamed through the glass curtain wall of the skyscraper, casting a cool, golden glow over the bustling office area.

Wen Xueyan had just sat down at her workstation, ready to get back to her backlog of work, when a warm voice rang out beside her.

"Good morning! You must be Wen Xueyan, right? I'm Fang Jing, the new administrative assistant. You can just call me Xiao Fang!"

Wen Xueyan looked up and was greeted by a bright, smiling face. Fang Jing looked to be in her late twenties, with short hair, wearing a well-fitting business suit, exquisite makeup, bright and lively eyes, and exuding a capable yet approachable aura.

"Hello, Miss Fang." Wen Xueyan quickly stood up.

"Don't be so polite, just call me Xiao Fang or Jessie!" Fang Jing's smile was infectious. "HR told me that our technical department has a beautiful and capable female engineer, and I've finally met her today. If you need any administrative assistance in the future, feel free to contact me anytime!"

At lunchtime, Fang Jing took the initiative to invite Xueyan: "Xueyan, let's go to the cafeteria together? I just arrived, can you tell me which window has the best food?"

The two sat down in the cafeteria and chatted while eating.

Fang Jing was very talkative, chatting about everything from world news to domestic hot topics, creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she casually asked, "By the way, Xueyan, do you live far away? Is your commute convenient?"

Wen Xueyan didn't say much: "I'm fine, the subway is quite convenient."

Which subway station?

Songyang Road.

Fang Jing replied, "Me too! I just rented an apartment in Sega Mansion recently! Is it close to your place?"

Wen Xueyan responded, "It's quite close."

“My home is in apartment 702 of building 3,” Fang Jing said frankly.

Wen Xueyan's heart skipped a beat, but she still didn't reveal her home address. The Shijia Huafu complex was quite large; it was already a coincidence that they were in the same complex, but to be in adjacent units? This coincidence was almost too precise.

But looking at Fang Jing's sincere face, she felt that she might be overthinking things. The city was so big, and fate was unpredictable. Perhaps it was just a coincidence.

Fang Jing then enthusiastically suggested, "Xueyan, since we live so close, I'll drive you to and from get off work from now on! It's on the way anyway, and driving alone is boring. Having someone to talk to will save you time commuting."

Wen Xueyan hesitated for a moment. She wasn't used to troubling others, especially new colleagues whose background she didn't know. But Fang Jing's enthusiasm was hard to refuse, so she had no choice but to agree for the time being: "Thank you so much, but isn't this too much trouble for you?"

"No trouble at all!" Fang Jing waved her hand readily. "It's settled then!"

Wen Xueyan was still planning to find an excuse to work overtime after get off work and not take her car, since this enthusiasm came too quickly and was a bit strange.

At 2 PM, Wen Xueyan was focused on the blueprints on the screen when her phone screen lit up quietly—it was a message from Cheng Boyan.

Her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

Upon opening the message, concise text appeared: "Fang Jing is someone I arranged. She not only has administrative work experience but also possesses a black belt in Taekwondo. She has rented the apartment next to yours. If you need any help or feel uneasy, you can trust her immediately."

Those few lines seemed to convey a thousand words. She suddenly lowered her head, her eyes uncontrollably welling up with tears, her vision blurring.

So that's how it is. All the seemingly accidental encounters, the enthusiastic help, and the supposedly convenient rides were all meticulously planned by Cheng Boyan.

Wen Xueyan knew that he was still legally the husband of other women and could not stand openly by her side; at this moment, she felt an unprecedented sense of security, like a fluffy and warm down comforter warmed by the winter sun, wrapping her up tightly.

Actually, when Song Tiancheng knocked on the door that day, she was still startled. One instance of domestic violence was unforgettable. Although at this time, Wen Xueyan was unaware that an even greater threat came from Xu Junheng.

Cheng Boyan had seen through her hidden worries. He didn't just offer words of comfort; instead, he took the most practical and thoughtful approach to ensure her protection.

She suddenly recalled Friday afternoon when Cheng Boyan was holding her, and she snuggled closer to him, gently resting her forehead against his neck.

Cheng Boyan's message contained not a single word about missing someone, yet it was overflowing with concern.

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Mr. Cheng is so meticulous!

Her brother seems to be out of his mind. He thought a gangster boss had come and was making phone calls, but his own family members are a bunch of lousy people he doesn't care about. (=ＴェＴ=)

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Yes, thank you to the reader for commenting that her brother was too arrogant and wanted to stop the divorce for his own benefit, but considering that President Cheng was not simple either, he didn't dare to personally make a move against the female lead.

So heartwarming! So thoughtful!

Mr. Cheng's care is very thorough. Thank you for your comment, reader.