Just as the car returned to Lanyue Bay, Fu Chenyuan called.
Jiang Wanning answered: "Hello, Ayuan, have you arrived?"
"Just arrived. Are you at the art exhibition?"
"No, I've finished watching it. My phone was on silent earlier, sorry."
"It's okay. I left you a message too. I probably won't be able to get back tonight."
"It's okay, you can discuss the cooperation properly. I can handle it myself."
"Why don't you go back and stay with your parents?"
Jiang Wanning said softly, "I will make arrangements. I'm all grown up now, so you don't need to worry. Husband, I miss you."
Jiang Wanning rarely said "I miss you" on her own initiative, so when she said that, Fu Chenyuan wished he could turn around and go back immediately.
A smile unconsciously crept onto his face: "Really? When I get back, you'd better show me your sincerity and let me see how you feel about me."
Jiang Wanning was no longer in the mood for jokes and thought she would tell Fu Chenyuan about Meng Huaijin when he returned.
"I've got some inspiration after seeing the art exhibition, I'm going to paint now, you go ahead and do your work."
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Wanning prepared to go find Xia Rushan.
Just as she was about to get up, a message came in. Although it was from an unfamiliar number, Jiang Wanning knew who had sent it.
[I heard Fu Chenyuan is away on a business trip. Aren't you scared after watching "The Devil's Eye"? Want to come out? I'll go with you today. Don't worry, I'll just keep you company; I won't do anything. I never force women.]
Jiang Wanning immediately threw her phone aside.
What exactly is Meng Huaijin trying to do?
He actually sent people to monitor her and Fu Chenyuan.
Fu Chenyuan went on a business trip, and Meng Huaijin found out immediately.
Jiang Wanning immediately checked the doors and windows, and only stopped when she was sure that the villa garden was safe and no one could climb over the wall to get in.
Jiang Wanning knew she couldn't leave the house, so she called her aunt and told her she didn't need to come and cook.
The refrigerator was well-stocked. Fu Chenyuan had gone on a business trip, but the place wasn't far. He wouldn't be back today, but he should be fine tomorrow.
After doing all this, Jiang Wanning felt a little more at ease.
Why would she be so afraid? It's just Meng Huaijin.
Perhaps it's because she's now married and has family that she has a vulnerability.
After a while, Jiang Wanning reopened her phone and saw a message from Jiang Yan.
A buyer with ten million asked her if she had any inspiration and if she had a first draft to review.
Jiang Wanning originally came to the art exhibition today hoping to find inspiration, but instead of finding inspiration, she found a fright.
She personally replied to the 10 million offer: "Sorry, I haven't decided yet." Can you provide some more precise information? What do you think happiness means to you?
She seemed to be thinking for a while before sending a message: What do you mean?
Jiang Wanning replied: For example, love, family, friendship, don't you have any thoughts on these? Material things no longer bring you happiness, so what about spiritual and emotional ones? Do you have a favorite sport?
The reply came quickly: "Does sexual activity count?"
Jiang Wanning blushed. Uh, it seems this is a wealthy woman with a lot of life experience.
A reply came quickly: "You mentioned love and friendship, and suddenly I long for marriage. I think I would feel very happy if I could marry someone I love."
Jiang Wanning nodded: "Yes. Being with someone you like makes you feel happy. Otherwise, settling is torture for both of you."
The reply came back: "That's all for now. Find some inspiration in love. I hope your paintings bring me happiness."
The two ended their conversation.
Jiang Wanning stepped barefoot onto the floor and breathed a sigh of relief.
She wants to marry the person she loves and feel happy.
This significantly narrows down the scope.
With little time left, she needed to get started.
Jiang Wanning has found her inspiration.
But before she could even begin to write, Meng Huaijin sent another text message: "Why aren't you replying? I'm outside your house. Just open the door and welcome me in. I'll keep you company and make you happy."
Jiang Wanning felt a chill run down her spine. She turned on the surveillance camera and saw Meng Huaijin standing right there at the door.
As if he knew Jiang Wanning would be watching the surveillance footage, he raised his head, looked directly at the camera, and smiled at Jiang Wanning.
It was hard to describe what kind of laugh it was, but Jiang Wanning felt her back get wet. His eyes were truly the eyes of a demon!
Jiang Wanning quickly turned off the monitoring, added the unknown number to her blacklist, and stopped receiving any text messages from him.
The world became peaceful afterwards.
Jiang Wanning no longer had the energy to paint.
She went back to her room, changed into casual clothes, lay on the bed, curled up like a shrimp, and hugged herself tightly.
If Fu Chenyuan were here, he would surely hold her tightly in his strong arms, Jiang Wanning thought.
She hugged herself tighter, as if Fu Chenyuan were right behind her, encircling her entirely in his arms. His hot chest pressed against her back, and warmth flowed continuously into her body.
Jiang Wanning remembered; she realized she was possessed.
She was indeed almost thrown away by Lin Lin.
She didn't understand why Lin Lin wanted to throw her away. She had been obedient and well-behaved enough, and never caused any trouble.
Even though Zhao Zhongjie always teased and beat her, she endured it, but her mother still wanted to throw her away.
Later, a lady saw the injury on her hand, and her expression changed. She asked her who hit her, but before she could answer, Lin Lin arrived.
Lin Lin explained with a gentle smile that Xiao Wan Ning was being naughty and accidentally fell.
Lin Lin pulled her away, smiling so gently. Xiao Wan Ning looked up at Lin Lin's face, overjoyed, because Lin Lin had finally smiled at her and was still holding her hand.
But Lin Lin held her hand too tightly, her nails even digging into her flesh, and it hurt a lot.
She tried to hold back; she didn't want to appear so delicate. But she felt blood welling up in her eyes, and she couldn't hold back any longer.
She said to Lin Lin, "Mom, my hand hurts. Could you hold my hand a little more gently?"
Then, she was roughly shoved into the car, and after arriving home, Lin Lin carried her small body and pushed her directly towards the entrance to the basement. She tumbled down the stairs and immediately lost consciousness.
The basement door closed, plunging the world into deathly silence and darkness.
She woke up with a headache, hunger, and her voice was hoarse from crying and shouting, but no one came to open the door.
She was young and had no sense of time. In such darkness, each day felt like an eternity, and every second felt like torture.
That time, she had a high fever that wouldn't go down, and it lasted for three whole days.
Three days later, her fever still hadn't subsided, so Lin Lin finally let her out without taking her to the hospital, leaving her to bear it on her own.
She endured it. The dark memories faded with the high fever, but the terror and fear of being abandoned lingered. She was more obedient than before, and her smile was brighter than ever.
Because only when she looks radiant will the gloom not linger.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
