After saying this, while Qin Hualan was dumbfounded, Wen Tingsong explained the situation to the dormitory manager and, after receiving permission, quickly went upstairs to bring his daughter down.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to threaten, "You're welcome to try."

Wen Sirou, who had remained silent, was pale-faced. She watched the father and daughter walk further and further away, her eyes devoid of any emotion.

——

In the car, neither Wen Tingsong nor Wen Li mentioned the events of the day again.

Wen Tingsong felt a pang of guilt. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Daughter, do you have any plans for this weekend?"

Wen Li: "Do the problems."

Wen Tingsong was a little worried that Qin Hualan would not give up and would cause trouble for Wen Li again: "Why don't you go to the company with Dad this weekend?"

Wen Li figured it didn't matter where she was, so she didn't refuse.

Therefore, when Qin Hualan came to the villa again the next day, she found that the villa had changed drastically and none of the Wen family members were there!

Wen Family Villa —

More than a month has passed since Wen Sirou left the Wen family.

When the car first arrived at the villa, they thought they had gone to the wrong place.

Standing at the entrance of the villa, Qin Hualan looked at the gate that had cost seven figures to build and saw it in its current state, and immediately knew who was behind it.

She already knew Wen Tingsong's attitude yesterday, and she knew he doted on Wen Li, but she didn't expect it to be in this way.

"This is utter nonsense!"

Qin Hualan was born into a scholarly family and lived a life of conformity. Her voice trembled as she looked at the scene before her.

When she went inside, she found that apart from the maid, there was no one else in the villa.

How could Qin Hualan not understand?

She made several calls to Wen Tingsong, and the calls were answered instantly, but his secretary answered each time.

No matter what she said, the secretary only replied with three words—"in a meeting," which made Qin Hualan's heart ache with anger.

When Wen Sirou saw Qin Hualan make several phone calls in a row, she clenched her hands tightly and gripped her trouser legs tightly.

"It seems Dad really doesn't want to see me." Wen Sirou's thick, long eyelashes glistened with tears, and her voice sounded inexplicably aggrieved.

Qin Hualan immediately felt sorry for her and hurriedly said, "It's not your fault, it's clearly Wen Li's fault. But you too, why didn't you tell Grandma right away when such a big thing happened? If Zhang Ma hadn't told me, I would still be in the dark."

Although Qin Hualan spoke in a blaming tone, her eyes showed heartache.

She disliked both of Wen Tingsong's wives. His first wife was beautiful, like a vixen, and his second wife was also beautiful, but she was a woman who was both brainless and scheming.

She couldn't stand the sight of anything she looked at.

But Wen Sirou is different. Sirou is someone she raised from childhood. How could she just sever seventeen years of feelings?

Furthermore, Wenli comes from the countryside and has a lot of bad habits that are simply not presentable.

In her opinion, it would be better to just go with the flow, give that girl a large sum of money, and send her away.

But Qin Hualan didn't tell anyone these things. She knew that if she really did that, her relationship with Wen Tingsong would be over.

"Grandma, I didn't want to make things difficult for you." Wen Sirou rested her head on Qin Hualan's shoulder and complained softly, "Zhang Ma, why did you have to say it and make you worry?"

"You..." Qin Hualan felt increasingly distressed.

As she spoke, her eyes suddenly changed, and she let out a cold snort: "If they don't come back, we'll just wait at home. I don't believe that not one or two of them will come back!"

After saying that, Qin Hualan glanced at the three portraits placed next to the fireplace and felt annoyed: "What are those things hanging there? Tear them down and throw them away!"

——

Wen Tingsong, from the Wen Group, was immediately struck by a headache when he received a phone call from his family's nanny.

Wen Tingsong glanced at his daughter, who was scratching her head while doing her homework, and sighed softly.

"Little pear."

It's almost time to get off work, and I have to go home no matter what.

Wen Li looked up, and Wen Tingsong said, "Go find your older brother and go home."

Wen Li nodded, put the books into her schoolbag, and then went next door to find her older brother.

However, when they arrived, they found nothing.

The assistant told the Wen family father and daughter, "The president has an unexpected dinner engagement and said he'll be back late tonight."

Wen Tingsong didn't think much of it. The Wen family was large and powerful. Currently, only the eldest son was in the company, while the second and third sons had their own businesses. Therefore, apart from holidays, they rarely had time to tidy up.

Situations like today's are quite common.

Wen Li remained standing in her eldest son's office, her eyes scanning the surroundings, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper, as if something was troubling her.

"What's wrong?"

Looking at the faint, menacing aura lingering in the room, Wen Li whispered to Wen Tingsong, "Brother, you might be in danger this time. Something seems off about the room."

Wen Li has been holding back these days not because she doesn't want to resolve her family issues, but because the mystical arts are wondrous, and one cannot simply change one's fate at will.

The reason she solved her second brother's problem was because of that Buddha statue; she destroyed the statue, and her second brother's problem was largely solved.

The Wen family has been plagued by evil energy for many years, but it has not been affected in the slightest. This is because the Wen family itself has accumulated great merit, and because their fortune will not be damaged all at once, but will be lost slowly like water dripping on a stone.

If Wen Xingming had met with misfortune, the Wen family would have been like a treasure trove with a hole. As soon as a hole appeared, the grains of sand containing good fortune would leak out bit by bit until they were completely drained.

But now, the treasure bowl seems to be showing signs of loosening again.

Wen Tingsong knew that Wen Li was skilled in metaphysics, otherwise he wouldn't have let Wen Li cause so much trouble at the villa.

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