Wen Lijing has not been in contact with Qiao Wanwan since he received her call last time.

He wanted to call Qiao Wanwan several times, but he held back.

"Mr. Wen," the assistant hesitated before speaking, "Do you really want to make an enemy of the Imperial View Group? I think that given Master Zhan's personality, the reason he hasn't targeted our Wen Group yet is simply because he hasn't had the time."

“He doesn’t have much time, and he can’t care about all this,” Wen Lijing said with a faint smile. “I’m afraid I’m not worthy of being on his schedule right now.”

"But......"

"Speak your mind."

After a moment's thought, the assistant finally spoke, "Are you really determined to have Mrs. Zhan? I admit Mrs. Zhan is very good and beautiful, but she is Master Zhan's wife, the mother of three children..."

"You think my values ​​are warped, right?" Wen Lijing calmly interrupted him.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wen." The assistant nodded. "I just can't understand it. It might be related to the fact that my mother abandoned my father and me when I was very young and ran off with another man."

"I'll say something you won't like to hear: you did this for your own selfish reasons, destroying a family and harming three innocent children. I've always thought you were a gentleman, and a gentleman should acquire whatever he loves in a righteous way."

"Well said." Wen Lijing's face remained gentle and smiling, as if what they were talking about had nothing to do with him.

“Mr. Wen, if you really think what I said makes sense, you should let go of your obsession with Madam Zhan.” The assistant looked at him. “If you give the antidote to Master Zhan, he will be extremely grateful. Putting aside everything else, with the Imperial View Group around, the development of the Wen Group is not a concern at all. For a successful man like you, there are women lining up to marry you.”

“But none of these women are Qiao Wanwan,” Wen Lijing’s smile deepened. “That’s the biggest problem.”

The assistant was speechless.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wen, I shouldn't have said that."

Perhaps no one can wake someone who's stuck in a rut.

"If you want to fire me, I will not complain at all."

"Why would I fire you?" Wen Lijing smiled faintly. "There aren't many people around me who dare to speak the truth like you. You're a qualified assistant."

“But you’re not me, you can’t empathize, and you can’t understand my feelings for Wanwan.” Wen Lijing closed his eyes. “Go out.”

"yes."

The assistant quickly closed the door and left.

My phone suddenly rang.

Wen Lijing opened his eyes, glanced at the screen casually, and was immediately jolted when he saw the name on the screen.

He hurriedly picked up his phone to answer, but his voice was calm as he spoke, "Wanwan, have you thought it through and agreed to be with me?"

"How did you know?" Qiao Wanwan asked in return.

Wen Lijing smiled and said, "If you hadn't agreed to my request, you wouldn't have called me."

"What if the antidote you have is fake?" Qiao Wanwan said calmly. "That's why I need to know if the antidote is real or fake."

Wen Lijing seemed to have thought of this problem long ago, and said without hesitation, "That's easy. You take Jing Ting's blood, and I'll give you the antidote and do an experiment on the spot. You can personally confirm that the antidote is safe."

There was suddenly no sound on the other end of the phone.

"What?" Wen Lijing frowned. "You're the Ghost Hand Healer, do you think you can't verify it?"

"Of course not."

Qiao Wanwan's real worry wasn't this, but rather that she had no way of obtaining Zhan Jingting's blood.

Zhan Jingting didn't want her to know about the poisoning, so he wouldn't even let her take his pulse, let alone let her draw his blood.

"Let me think about it." Qiao Wanwan felt a headache coming on. "I'll contact you when I've made up my mind."

After much thought, Qiao Wanwan realized there was no other way to obtain Zhan Jingting's blood, so she steeled herself and cooked him a calming soup before bed.

"Drink it and go to sleep."

Zhan Jingting took a sip and asked, "The taste seems different from usual."

"Yes, I added some medicine to help your hair turn black."

This was her obsession, and Zhan Jingting naturally had no doubts, quickly finishing the drink.

After the lights were turned off, the room quickly became quiet.

Qiao Wanwan closed her eyes and waited quietly for more than half an hour before opening them and calling him, "Jingting... Jingting?"

Zhan Jingting did not respond.

Qiao Wanwan then turned on the light, took out a disposable blood collection device from the bedside table drawer, and drew blood from Zhan Jingting's arm.

She tidied up her things, making sure Zhan Jingting wouldn't notice anything amiss, before turning off the light and lying down to sleep again.

Zhan Jingting was suddenly awakened by pain just before dawn.

He rushed into the bathroom, and after the pain subsided and he cleaned the sink, he suddenly realized that it was already daylight outside the window!

Today's time is significantly later than before.

Zhan Jingting didn't know the reason, nor did he want to investigate it further.

He doesn't have much time left, and he shouldn't waste it on these things.

After Qiao Wanwan got up, she saw that Zhan Jingting didn't ask anything, so she knew he hadn't found out and breathed a sigh of relief.

After finishing her breakfast, she went to the Imperial View Group and held a routine meeting before leaving.

Wen Lijing was already waiting for her in Wen Lixuan's apartment.

Without saying a word, Qiao Wanwan took out the equipment she had brought and started operating it.

Only after everything was ready did he speak, "It's done. Where's the antidote?"

Wen Lijing took a thermos bag from the desk next to her and handed it to her.

Qiao Wanwan immediately took it.

Inside the insulated bag was a very small glass bottle containing a very small amount of liquid.

"You've really gone to great lengths, not even daring to bring enough antidote for me to analyze," Qiao Wanwan sneered. "What, are you afraid I'll steal the antidote?"

“Wanwan, you don’t need to be sarcastic.” Wen Lijing looked at her. “You know we’ve all been very cautious about things developing to this point.”

Qiao Wanwan stopped arguing with him, looked away, mixed the antidote with Zhan Jingting's blood, and then observed it under a microscope.

She poured in another medication she had brought herself and continued to observe.

A smile soon appeared on Qiao Wanwan's face.

The antidote is real!

"Wanwan, are you sure? Have you made up your mind?"

When Qiao Wanwan looked up at him, the smile on her face had disappeared, and she simply asked, "When will you have a sufficient dose of the antidote?"

"How do you know the antidote isn't with me?"

Qiao Wanwan sneered, "Once bitten by a snake, twice shy. To prevent you from betraying us like Zhan Xiuwen, he can't possibly give you the antidote now."

"Yes, the antidote will naturally be in my hands the day you agree to my request."

Qiao Wanwan didn't say anything and started packing her things.

“I’ll do it.” Wen Lijing stood up. “Wanwan, you can’t take anything from here, especially Jingting’s blood.”

It took Qiao Wanwan a few seconds to react before she burst out laughing. "You think I can develop an antidote just by taking this little bit of blood that's been mixed with the antidote, right?"