Chapter 51 Typhoon

Wen Eryu suddenly felt something was wrong. She clicked on it with trembling hands. The first item on the homepage was a photo of her and the man, as well as several screenshots of chats that she didn't even know about.

According to insiders, wealthy wife Wen Eryu cheated on her husband multiple times during their marriage. The two were seen holding hands, chatting and laughing as they returned to the hotel together. After the infidelity was discovered, their chat logs were dug up.

"I looked at the photo. Although the person in it is very similar to you in height and build, I know she is not you." Lin Cheng was sitting in front of the computer and carefully comparing the photos.

Wen Eryu enlarged the photo. There were only two people's profiles in the photo. Because it was night, their faces could not be seen clearly.

But she did have the same dress as the woman was wearing.

It seems that the person behind the scenes is determined to get her.

She scrolled down the comments, and the first one was: She and Shen Jize had divorced a long time ago. This was common knowledge in the industry. I thought you all knew this [black face]

The reply below was: [That's amazing, sister! It seems you know something, tell us quickly? ]

The coolest cg: [I have a big butt, kick me first if you have a melon.]

Sister Wang from aaa Free Range Egg Wholesale: [Could Chen Jize be the only CEO who could withstand CCTV cameras during the recent explosion of popularity?]

Jiangcha @aaa Local Egg Wholesale Sister Wang: [This man is more than just a CEO. He's well-connected in business and finance, making more money than he could possibly spend in several lifetimes. He's also handsome. Sometimes I really envy Wen Eryu for eating so well.]

Litchi Litchi: [Rich people's circles are very chaotic. The ones I know all have multiple bedfellows.]

Someone posted a picture in the second most popular comment, but it has been censored by the website.

nana~: [Help, has anyone saved this? I'm too late and the picture got clipped [crying]]

Piglet @nana~: [Sister, I have it, Swofai you. ]

This floor is all about asking for pictures.

Wen Eryu didn't read any further. She had a splitting headache at the moment. Only those who wronged her knew how wronged she was.

"Eryu, are you listening?" Lin Cheng called her several times.

"I'm here." Wen Eryu closed Weibo and returned to the phone interface. "That photo is definitely not me."

"I don't know who's behind this rumor," Lin Cheng said angrily. "I'm going to open a few accounts right now and explain things to them."

Wen Eryu forced a smile. "It's useless, Chengcheng. These netizens and passersby have been misled. Even if I come forward to explain now, they won't listen."

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

At this moment, a few people suddenly passed by in the corridor. Wen Eryu comforted Lin Cheng and said, "I'm fine. I won't talk to you anymore. Someone is coming."

"Okay." Lin Cheng responded, "By the way, I'll pick you up after get off work."

Wen Eryu didn't want to trouble her. She knew that Lin Cheng and Lu Zhang were busy preparing for the wedding and they were already too busy.

She really felt embarrassed to let Lin Cheng worry about this again.

"No need, Chengcheng. I won't take these unfounded rumors to heart. Just focus on the wedding. I'll watch you get married beautifully."

"...Okay, then you must tell me if you have anything to say."

"I know."

After Wen Eryu hung up the phone, he leaned against the wall and took a deep breath.

*

This incident fermented more and more on the Internet, dominating the hot search list for several days in a row, but on the third day, the entry suddenly disappeared and the keywords were also blocked.

On the way home from get off work, it happened to rain heavily. H City is a coastal city and typhoons often hit in July and August.

Wen Eryu held an umbrella and walked towards the nearest subway station to the company in a pair of ill-fitting high heels.

My phone kept vibrating in my pocket. I knew without even looking that it was those anonymous private messages.

It fermented and expanded in the virtual quagmire, crawled out along the network cable, and gnawed at every inch of her nerves.

The words "bitch", "whore", "slut" kept popping up on the screen...

Suddenly, someone in the crowd recognized her.

"Look, that's her."

"Which one? The one in beige?"

"Yes, that's her! The one in the photo."

A few comments filled with excitement and contempt suddenly pierced Wen Eryu's eardrums.

Her steps suddenly stopped, and her body froze on the cold sidewalk.

Without looking back, she could clearly feel several gazes of naked scrutiny and malice cast on her back.

"Tsk, he looks like a decent person, but secretly..."

"I heard he cheated on more than one person. How shameless!"

"A woman like this deserves to be scolded to death, bah!"

"Hurry, hurry, take a picture of her with your phone, isn't this overwhelming traffic coming?"

The unbearable words hit me like cold stones from behind.

Passersby took out their mobile phones and surrounded her, taking pictures.

Wen Eryu clenched her fingertips tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms. A feeling of dizziness surged over her, chaotic stars exploded at the edge of her vision, and the cold square bricks of the sidewalk swayed under her feet.

The cold she had a few days ago hadn't healed yet, and coupled with insomnia and being caught in the rain, she felt like her head was about to explode.

The malicious discussions and sneers behind him became even more unscrupulous.

Wen Eryu tried to shield himself with an umbrella, but the next second the umbrella was torn open and kicked aside.

At this moment——

The sharp sound of tires rubbing against the ground.

A Maybach, in an almost brutal manner, suddenly cut in diagonally and stopped steadily in front of Wen Eryu.

The dust kicked up by the tires mixed with the cold exhaust fumes and blew towards me.

The huge car body was like a dark barrier, instantly separating Wen Eryu from the passers-by behind him.

The car door was pushed open and Shen Jize stepped out.

He stood tall and straight. In the dim light of the evening, his icy face was expressionless, his jawline was as taut as a knife blade, and his eyes pierced through the thin twilight and fell on Wen Eryu.

Shen Jize walked around the cold front of the car with an umbrella and came to her.

The tall figure cast a thick shadow, instantly completely covering Wen Eryu.

The faint smell of tobacco made her feel inexplicably at ease.

He lowered his head slightly, held the huge black umbrella over Wen Eryu's head, and then glanced at the corners of her eyes which were slightly red due to her efforts to suppress her emotions.

After a moment, a bony hand stretched out from the suit pocket, holding a plain dark gray silk handkerchief between its fingers.

He moved naturally and handed the handkerchief to Wen Eryu.

Wen Eryu didn't move, his body was as stiff as a piece of ice.

Shen Ji Ze did not retract his hand, but maintained the posture of extending it, his eyes fixed on her with a silent sense of oppression.

"Here."

Wen Eryu's throat felt like it was blocked by a glutinous rice ball.

Finally, at that silent command, he raised his hand stiffly, and took it with an imperceptible trembling of his fingertips.

The silk felt cool and smooth, carrying the cool scent of the cedar that was on him.

"Hey! The mistress is here? She's protecting him really well."

A slick male voice came from behind.

"Driving a shabby Maybach is so impressive, but the money for the hotel room must have been earned by selling her body, what a pair of bastards!"

Shen Jize's hand paused in the air for a very brief half second.

He took it back.

Not put it back in your pocket.

Instead, he gently lifted it up and clumsily wiped away the tear at the corner of her eye with his fingertips.

Shen Jize's hands had a slightly cool body temperature. After doing all this, he slowly turned around.

The mockery on the man's face froze instantly after he saw Shen Jize, and his arrogance visibly shrank.

He subconsciously took a half step back, his Adam's apple rolling with difficulty.

Shen Jize looked at him without saying anything.

She just turned her head slightly and glanced at the mobile phone tightly held in the man's hand.

On the screen was the so-called "cheating" video that had been maliciously edited and given an eye-catching title.

The corners of his cold lips curved upwards ever so slightly.

Not a laugh.

The man shuddered when he looked at him, and his fingers holding the phone suddenly tightened.

Finally, Shen Ji Ze slowly said, "Defamation, spreading obscene information, and damaging others' reputation."

He paused slightly, looked at the man's pale face, and clearly uttered the coldest judgment word by word.

"I wouldn't mind prosecuting one more person."

The moment the words fell, the color on the man's face completely drained away.

His lips trembled, as if he wanted to explain something, but he couldn't utter a word.

There was a dead silence all around. All the onlookers' gazes instantly turned into fear and avoidance. They looked away and fled in all directions in a hurry.

Shen Jize no longer looked at the man, as if he was just a pile of annoying garbage.

He nodded, his movements showing a barely perceptible fatigue, then opened the heavy door of the Bentley and moved aside to make room.

"Get in the car and go home."

Wen Eryu seemed to have lost all his strength and fell to the ground without even being able to stand firmly.

Shen Jize caught her quickly, then without saying a word, he lifted her up and put her in the passenger seat. Finally, he fastened her seat belt.

The car quickly shuttled through the heavy rain.

Wen Eryu closed her eyes lightly and after resting for a while in the car, her mental state was much better than before.

Her fingertips unconsciously twisted the dark gray silk handkerchief.

"The people in the video and photos..." Her voice was very dry and sounded abruptly in the silent carriage.

Wen Eryu's eyes were fixed on his own blurry and disheveled reflection in the car window, not daring to look at the figure in the driver's seat next to him.

"Not me."

"I know."

There was no tone of doubt in these three words.

Wen Er turned his head away with a stagnant voice.

Shen Jize still held the steering wheel steadily, his eyes focused on the road ahead.

The lines of the man's profile appeared cold and clear under the dim blue light of the dashboard, his jawline was taut, and his thin lips were pressed into a bloodless straight line.

He didn't ask for details, didn't demand evidence, and didn't even hesitate.

“…” Wen Eryu’s hand that was holding the silk handkerchief loosened dejectedly, and the cold silk slid onto her knees.

Shen Jize glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

"Xu Wenrou was behind all of this."