Chapter Eighty-Eight: I Want a Divorce!
Only now did Song Nian'an realize how naive she had been.
Since that day when I heard Wen Jing's name from Jin Chu, today is the first time.
Wen Siyan, who is about to take office as the chairman of the Wen Group, called Song Nian'an, the wife of the former chairman, to invite her to attend the board meeting.
This is what the saying "misfortunes never come singly" means.
There will always be someone who will take away all your hard work when you are at your lowest point, and will not hesitate to treat you as an ant that cannot turn over, trampling on you and rubbing you repeatedly.
Wen Siyan is that kind of person. He will arrogantly flaunt the fruits of his success and give the losers a profound retirement ceremony.
Song Nian'an picked out a decent suit.
The meeting room for the inauguration ceremony was chosen on the nineteenth floor, above Wen Jing's former office, which seemed to have a special charm.
It faces the park outside and has a good view.
I almost forgot, this park was also designed by Wen Siyan.
A projector was mounted on the wall inside the main entrance, playing trending news on a loop. However, the trending topics were all about Wen Jing's disappearance, the avalanche, and previous negative news about the company.
This left everyone else present extremely embarrassed.
But Wen Siyan didn't care. That's just how he is. He wants everyone to know how much of a failure Wen Jing was when he was in power.
He was about to become king.
He sat arrogantly in the main seat, his hands outstretched as if he were usurping the throne.
When Song Nian'an entered, the vice presidents and managers below looked at each other in surprise.
"Why did you invite him...?"
"Sigh, it's really hard to say. A new emperor brings a new court. We're in a bind now, whether we acknowledge him or not..."
"It's best to keep quiet. Since it's President Wen anyway, at least you won't make a slip of the tongue..."
Wen Siyan smiled, walked over, and put his arm around Song Nian'an.
The title changed from "aunt" to "Madam Wen".
No one understood what Madam Wen meant, but Song Nian'an did.
She wanted him to become Mrs. Wen Siyan.
Dream on, you murderer.
Song Nian'an pushed his hand away and sat down in front of the name tag that was labeled with his name.
Wen Siyan was so splendid just now, holding documents in his left hand and leaning on the table with his right, looking every bit like an emperor. Unfortunately, it only lasted a few minutes before he was taken away by the police.
Just as Wen Siyan's assistant was announcing the new chairman's inauguration ceremony, several people he least wanted to see pushed open the door and entered.
Originally, she could have held back, but inexplicably, the person in the middle smiled at Song Nian'an.
That smile made Song Nian'an's nose sting, her throat tighten, and even the muscles on both sides of her face tremble uncontrollably.
If you don't come out now, I'm really going to kill myself...
"Thank you for your hard work, you did a great job." Wen Jing pushed his grandmother over and whispered in Song Nian'an's ear.
Song Nian'an suppressed all his sobs, knowing that now was not the time to relax.
Everyone present was stunned.
Grandma Wen, who should have been unconscious abroad, Li Wanru, who had been missing for a long time, Wen Siyan's fiancée Shen Zhuangyue, and Wen Jing, who should have been buried in the snow, all stood together, looking at Wen Siyan.
"What do you mean?" Wen Siyan was a little dazed, but his mental fortitude was still excellent.
Wen Jing looked at him expressionlessly, paused, and said, "You got into an argument with your grandmother and, in a fit of anger, pushed her down the stairs. You bumped into Li Wanru, who was about to go upstairs, so you knocked her unconscious, put her in the trunk, and drove her out, locking her in a dark room. But there was one other person who knew about this, and that was Shen Zhuangyue. You two reached some kind of agreement, with your interests intertwined. She became your fiancée and kept this secret for you."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this.
Li Wanru stepped forward, pulling up her sleeve to show everyone, "These are the marks from when I was tied up. I saw Wen Siyan yell at Grandma and push her downstairs. In the chaos, I tried to help her up, but he knocked me unconscious. When I woke up, I was locked in a small, dark room, where someone fed me a bowl of rice three times a day, like feeding a dog. They kept me locked up like that for a very, very long time, so long that I started to think I was just an animal..."
Shen Zhuangyue took off her sunglasses, revealing her deformed left eye and a horrifying scar.
“Ever since I got engaged to Wen Siyan, I’ve been living in endless domestic violence…” She took a cold breath and took off her coat.
Starting from the neck, centipede-like marks appeared.
The men covered their eyes.
What could possibly be used to carve such scars on a body?
Wen Jing had noticed Shen Zhuangyue's unusual behavior as early as when they were in Türkiye.
Every time she deliberately approached Song Nian'an and herself, it didn't seem like a provocation, but rather a deliberate gesture of goodwill, or rather, a way of conveying something.
When Shen Zhuangyue was filming a program in Türkiye, the chocolate she gave to Wen Jing had two words on it.
9m.
Wen Jing didn't understand at first.
Until one day I saw an advertisement for Shen Zhuangyue on TV, featuring a bikini...
He then realized something was wrong.
Why would a female celebrity always cover herself up so tightly when recording a program?
This is completely different from her previous behavior.
Unless they have something shameful on them.
Day 1
the next day,
Shen Zhuangyue didn't reveal a single detail until the very last day of her flight back home.
Wen Jing then realized that something was wrong with her.
Grandma sighed and finally spoke.
"Siyan, Grandma has always... felt sorry for you. Grandma has neglected your feelings. You're also Grandma's good grandson..."
These words completely broke Wen Siyan's defenses.
On the only occasion, someone publicly acknowledged his identity.
He slammed his fist on the table and roared, and the police surrounded him and handcuffed him.
Song Nian'an couldn't hold back any longer, so she climbed onto her grandmother's lap and cried.
"I'm so glad you're all still here..."
Wen Jing took the opportunity to hug his grandmother and Song Nian'an together.
"Go away, I wasn't talking to you."
[You made me worry for so long, then you came back just like that, and disappeared just like that. I'm going to stop liking you!]
"It's not that I'm afraid you're not being real enough; the most authentic performance is the least likely to arouse suspicion." Wen Jing was pushed aside and stood up, supporting himself on his wheelchair.
[What kind of realistic performance is this? I'm an actress, okay? Are you criticizing my acting?! I don't want to hear it! I'll never forgive you today! I want a divorce!]
He opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.
"Never mind, let's talk about it when we get home."
At this point, there's no need to be angry anymore; just being alive is enough.
Wen Jing finally felt relieved.
"If there's anything else, you absolutely can't hide it from me!" Song Nian'an looked into the man's eyes with unwavering determination.
"Okay." Wen Jing's answer was reassuring.
I pushed my grandma in her wheelchair and we went home.
Afterwards, Song Nian'an took out the audio recording she had made in the office, in which Wen Siyan clearly expressed his role in instigating the falsification of accounts and damaging the company's reputation.
Although Grandma woke up, she didn't want to pursue the matter any further because she knew that Wen Siyan's pushing of someone constituted intentional assault.
Each stroke is a separate stroke.
Wen Siyan's previous tax evasion through investing in shell companies and his subsequent act of infiltrating the Wen Group to steal company secrets have all been confirmed.
Now, he can't escape imprisonment.
"Grandma, you were actually awake by then, weren't you?" Song Nian'an asked.
“Well, sending Grandma abroad was partly to protect her, and partly because she didn’t want to face it… She just couldn’t believe that the polite child had turned out like this,” Wen Jing replied.
Back home, without Song Nian'an's permission, Wen Jing took a shower and, while Song Nian'an was still in the bathroom, went straight to his bed to sleep.
When Song Nian'an came out of the bathroom, she saw that Wen Jing had already taken up half of the bed, and she was furious.
I swore! I'd never let him into my bed again, even in my next life! I'll keep my word!
Song Nian'an said calmly, "I'm tired, you can go to the study to sleep."
"I want to sleep with you tonight... It's been so long since I've held you while sleeping... I miss you so much."
As he spoke, Wen Jing held Song Nian'an's cheek, his eyes filled with warmth.
Perhaps it had been too long since they had been intimate, Song Nian'an panicked and tried to escape, but he was like a naked rabbit, helpless as the tiger bit his neck.
"You...don't...touch me!!!"
The moist sensation rubbed against Song Nian'an's lips, and he was about to lose his mind.
With a nimble move, he escaped.
"I want a divorce!"
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