Chapter 507 It turns out that something terrible happened to her that night.
That evening, when Yan Jin carried Xiao Tangxin home, she felt that something was not right.
That sense of unease lingered.
It wasn't until Tang Xiaoya bathed Xiao Tangxin and took off her clothes that she finally discovered the problem.
The longevity lock that used to hang on Xin Xin's chest is gone.
Instead, there was a jade plaque that felt warm to the touch.
The jade plaque is carved with intricate dragon patterns, making it clearly very valuable.
Tang Xiaoya held the jade in her hand, her heart skipped a beat.
"Xin Xin, whose is this?"
Little Tang was happily playing in the water, her little hands clutching the jade pendant on her chest, answering in her childish voice.
"Little brother."
Tang Xiaoya's mind raced.
Mr. Fu brought his son over today. Could he be the young master of the Fu family?
She carefully removed the jade pendant from her daughter's neck and solemnly placed it on the dressing table.
After giving Xiao Tangxin a bath and putting her to sleep, she immediately sent a message to Qingning.
"Xin Xin doesn't know why, but she brought back the jade pendant belonging to the young master of the Fu family."
Not long after, Qingning replied.
“Xiao Yuyu also took Xinxin’s longevity lock, and Sister Nian found out.”
"She said that since Xiao Yuyu gave the jade pendant to Xiao Tangxin, let her wear it; it's just a child's fate."
Tang Xiaoya finally felt relieved after seeing this message.
But she still didn't dare to put the jade pendant back on her daughter. It was too precious, and if a child fell while running around, it would break.
She carefully put the jade pendant into her jewelry box.
At that moment, the bedroom door was pushed open.
Yan Jin walked in, and without saying a word, picked up the sleeping Tang Xin, turned around and handed her over to the nanny.
He returned quickly, closing the door behind him, his tall figure looming over Tang Xiaoya.
He hugged her from behind, his strong arms encircling her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder, his warm breath spraying onto her neck.
Tang Xiaoya was exhausted after a long day and gave him a disapproving look in the mirror.
"It's 11 o'clock, I'm so sleepy."
"Get out of the way, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."
Yan Jin curled her lips into a smile, her voice tinged with a slightly hoarse chuckle.
"To save time, let's wash together."
Before he could even finish speaking, he didn't give Tang Xiaoya a chance to react. He scooped her up in his arms and strode towards the bathroom.
An hour and a half later.
Yan Jincai then carried the person out of the bathroom with satisfaction.
Tang Xiaoya felt weak all over, so tired that she couldn't even open her eyes.
She was thrown onto the soft, large bed, with only one thought in her mind.
Why is this man so excited?
Doesn't he get tired of this every day?
Yan Jin leaned over and, as was his habit, pulled her into his arms, letting her rest her head on his arm.
"Sweetie, I'll hold you while you sleep."
He thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being able to legitimately hold his wife while sleeping.
It's not greasy at all.
Sometimes, when he woke up at night, he would pester her if he was in a good mood.
Sometimes, it's when I wake up in the morning and pester her for it.
In short, he always enjoys himself; it's great to have a wife.
No, it should be... It's so good to have her!
The next day, Wen Youyou dragged a large suitcase and found Wen Yifan.
She planned to go to Fengcheng with him.
If you stay in Fengcheng for a month, you can go directly to school to register.
She had originally planned to spend this summer vacation with Shen Xin, but things didn't go as planned, and he kicked her out.
Before boarding, she stood by the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the waiting hall, watching the planes take off and land outside.
She took a picture of the blue sky.
She opened her WeChat Moments and edited a message.
"The sky is blue, the road is long, the fish are returning to the sea, goodbye, Qingcheng."
send.
Then, shut it down.
The president's office on the top floor of the Shen Group building.
Shen Xin had just finished the morning meeting. He stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, a cigarette between his fingers, but he didn't smoke it.
The rising smoke blurred his furrowed brows.
His mind was a mess, filled with images of the little black ox.
At the same time, he was also reflecting on whether he had been too strict with her that night, or gone too far.
"Knock knock knock".
The knocking interrupted his thoughts.
Mo Chuan pushed open the door and came in, followed by two police officers in uniform.
“Mr. Shen, this officer is looking for Ms. Wen. However, Ms. Wen’s phone is unreachable. She previously listed you as her emergency contact, so they came here,” Mo Chuan explained the situation succinctly.
Shen Xin stubbed out his cigarette, turned around, his gaze falling on the policeman, and nodded.
Hello, is there anything I can help you with?
The lead police officer showed his identification, his expression serious.
"Hello Mr. Shen, we would like to ask Ms. Wen Youyou about some things. Regarding the case she reported to the police a few nights ago that she was sexually assaulted by a ride-hailing driver, we have already apprehended the suspect, and now we need her to come in and give a supplementary statement."
Indecent assault?
Each of those four words struck Shen Xin's nerves with tremendous force.
His tall frame suddenly trembled, his face filled with disbelief.
"What did you say? What indecent assault?" His voice was taut and strained, with a tremor he himself didn't even realize.
The police officer thought he hadn't heard clearly, so he had to repeat the case details again.
Shen Xin's face instantly drained of all color, leaving it completely bloodless.
So that's how it is.
It turns out that something terrible happened to her that night.
His mind exploded, and the scene from that night flashed back instantly. She was crying with swollen eyes, soaked in sweat, injured, and walking with a limp.
And what about him?
What did he say?
He scolded her for going out and fooling around with other men.
He told her to move out in the coldest tone he could muster.
No wonder, no wonder she packed her things and ran away the next day.
He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, desperately suppressing the emotions that were about to burst forth.
He looked at the policeman, his Adam's apple bobbing, and spoke with difficulty:
"Okay, I understand. I'll contact her as soon as possible."
Mo Chuan escorted the two policemen out.
The office door was closed, isolating it from the outside world.
Shen Xin immediately grabbed her phone from the table, her fingers trembling with urgency as she quickly dialed Wen Youyou's number.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off."
A cold, mechanical female voice came through.
He dialed again, but the phone was still off.
Frustrated, he scrolled through her WeChat Moments and immediately saw her latest post.
The blue sky in the photo is deep and clear, along with the caption, "The fish are going back to the sea."
Returning to the sea?
His heart felt as if it had been gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and he suddenly felt a sharp pain.
Is she leaving him for good?
Is she going to give up on him completely?
He immediately called Mo Chuan from the inside.
"Book a ticket, I want to go to Fengcheng." His voice was terribly hoarse.
There was a pause on the other end of the phone, and he quickly added, "Let's hold the promotional event for the company's new product spokesperson in Fengcheng."
"Yes." Mo Chuan didn't ask any further questions.
After hanging up the phone, Shen Xin slumped into a chair, feeling utterly exhausted.
My heart is aching terribly.
He remembered that night when she cried and asked him, "I called you 37 times, why didn't you answer?"
What was his response at the time?
"If you don't want to answer, then don't answer."
What a lousy answer.
How scared and helpless she must have felt when the incident happened?
She was desperately calling him, begging him for help.
Shen Xin closed her eyes, her chest tight with anxiety, and she really wanted to slap herself hard.
...
The plane landed in Windy City at 9 p.m.
A wave of heat hit me, carrying the unfamiliar atmosphere of the city, making me feel sticky and uncomfortable.
Shen Xin didn't linger for a moment and went straight to Wen Yifan's villa.
He couldn't wait any longer; he wanted to see her immediately and comfort her.
However, the nanny who opened the door looked troubled.
“Mr. Shen, Miss Youyou is not feeling well and has already gone to bed.”
"She took a plane today and vomited a lot. She's not feeling well right now."
Shen Xin stood at the door, her eager anticipation instantly extinguished.
What else could he say? He couldn't very well wake her up, could he?
He had no choice but to return to the hotel.
In the spacious presidential suite, he threw himself onto the soft bed, and the moment he closed his eyes, he saw her crying and questioning him.
For the first time, he felt like a complete bastard.
After an unknown amount of time, Shen Xin fell asleep, her dreams filled with images of being bullied.
She cried out in anguish, screaming, "Brother Shenxin, help me!"
He sat bolt upright in shock, his heart pounding and his forehead covered in cold sweat.
That night, I couldn't sleep.
He kept his eyes open until it was broad daylight.
The next day.
Wen Yifan specially sent a female assistant to accompany Wen Youyou, named Qiqi.
"Miss Wen, Mr. Wen asked me to take you shopping, to buy, buy, buy!" Qi Qi said enthusiastically.
"Just call me Youyou." Wen Youyou looked out the window at the scorching sun that could bake a person alive and waved her hand lazily.
"Going shopping in this weather? Are you trying to make me perform a teppanyaki-style self-cooking act right here and now?"
She was scrolling through her phone when her eyes suddenly froze.
"Go here." She handed the phone to Qiqi.
The screen shows the most famous amusement park in Windy City, with the top recommended attraction being "The Haunted Asylum".
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Girls, don't go! Anyone who goes will cry! It's a coward's graveyard!
[Help! An NPC chased me for two miles! My voice is hoarse from shouting!]
Wen Youyou has been daring since she was a child, daring to try anything and being able to do anything.
Besides pursuing Chen Xin.
That was the only Waterloo in her life, a complete and utter defeat.
I've never lost.
When Qiqi saw the promotional picture of the haunted house, her face turned pale.
"No, I'm too scared to play!"
Wen Youyou put her arm around her shoulder, patted her chest, and exuded a heroic air.
"What are you afraid of! I'll protect you! If anything happens, just run into my arms. My embrace is your safest haven!" Even though she's five years younger than Qiqi, she still calls herself "older sister."
In the end, the two went inside.
The haunted house was pitch black, and a chilly wind blew in from somewhere, carrying a musty, rotten smell.
"ah!"
A disheveled woman in white suddenly darted out from the corner of the wall and stood straight in front of the two of them.
Qiqi went crazy on the spot, screaming and hugging Wen Youyou's arm tightly.
Wen Youyou's heart skipped a beat from the fright, but she still managed to keep a straight face.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's fake, it's all makeup!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than a "butcher" wielding a chainsaw rushed out of the darkness, the chainsaw emitting a piercing roar and sparks flying everywhere.
"Holy crap!" Wen Youyou couldn't hold back any longer and grabbed Qiqi, and they ran away.
The two fled frantically through the maze-like corridors, pursued relentlessly by the sound of chainsaws and Qiqi's deafening cries.
When the two of them finally scrambled out of the exit and saw the light of day again, their legs were so weak they could barely move.
The two of them, supporting themselves on their knees, were panting heavily.
Qiqi's face was covered in tears and snot, and her makeup was ruined.
Wen Youyou felt like she had lost almost two pounds. She straightened up and wanted to catch her breath.
My gaze inadvertently lifted.
Suddenly I saw a familiar handsome face.
The man stood not far away, tall and slender.
He wasn't wearing a coat; the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows. His handsome face was furrowed, and his deep eyes were fixed on her.
Wen Youyou's breathing stopped.
She blinked; the person was still there.
She turned her head and spoke to Qiqi in a trembling voice.
"Qiqi, it's over, I'm hallucinating."
"I saw a face that shouldn't have been there."
"Smack."
A crisp sound.
She raised her hand and slapped herself hard across the face.
Shen Xin's heart trembled violently.
Self-abuse?
Is she... having psychological problems?
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