Chapter 47: Anger
After Du Yan came out, Wang Hui followed closely.
The two met at the coffee shop on the first floor.
"Did I perform well just now?" Wang Hui sat down opposite her.
Du Yan lifted her hair with her hand, her eyes full of disdain, but she did not say it openly. After all, Wang Hui was still useful to her.
"What was Wen Eryu's reaction when I entered the office?" she asked.
Wang Hui thought for a moment and said, "...She didn't seem to react at all. I think she was quite calm."
Du Yan snorted and her face turned cold.
"Sister Du, your plan...um...will it really work?"
"You want to die by saying that so loudly?" Du Yan glanced around and when she saw that no one was looking at her, she looked away.
Wang Hui was so scared that she quickly shut her mouth and avoided looking.
"As long as there's a rift between her and Shen Jize, I can exploit it." Du Yan sneered, "The deeper their misunderstanding, the greater my chances of success."
Wang Hui said worriedly, "But...what if Shen Jize finds out it was us?"
Du Yan took a sip of coffee and asked, "You don't believe me?"
"No, no." Wang Hui shook her head.
Du Yan narrowed her eyes. If she failed, she would push Wang Hui out and make her a scapegoat.
"If the police find you, don't tell me anything, even if you die. I will naturally help you deal with the rest."
"...Okay." Wang Hui clenched her hands tightly under the table. "Sister Du, I have something else to say."
Du Yan said impatiently: "What's the matter?"
"Can you transfer the money to me sooner?" Wang Hui lowered her head. "We have some family loans to pay off, and my brother is getting married soon, so the betrothal gift needs to be raised immediately."
Du Yan took out a card from her bag and put it on the table in front of her.
"Thank you, Sister Du!" Wang Hui took the card excitedly.
"Remember, don't tell this to anyone," Du Yan warned.
"Don't worry, I promise to keep it a secret."
*
At the same time, in the office, Wen Eryu was standing awkwardly in front of Shen Jize's desk, not knowing what to do.
Although they had some unpleasantness in the car last time, Wen Eryu thought about it carefully later. Now the police have not yet found out the results of the investigation, so she should not put the blame on Shen Jize. She admitted that what she said last time was just angry words.
What if it really wasn't him?
Shen Jize threw the cakes on the table into the trash can without mercy, then sat down and continued to deal with the pile of documents on the table.
Wen Eryu stood there for ten minutes, and finally, she lowered her head and spoke first.
"How long will I stand here, Mr. Shen?"
“…”
"If everything is alright, I'll go back to work."
After a long while, Shen Ji Ze slowly raised his head and said coldly: "No need to go back, you are fired."
"......?" Wen Eryu was confused. "What's the reason?"
"No reason."
"I didn't do anything wrong. If you're still angry about what happened last time, I apologize. I'm sorry. It's my fault. I shouldn't have—"
Shen Jize interrupted her, "I'm your boss."
Wen Eryu immediately shut his mouth.
Indeed, Shen Ji Ze is her boss, and he has the power to decide whether she stays or leaves.
Wen Eryu swallowed back what he was about to say.
If he wants her to leave, then she can leave.
"Okay, I'll go to the HR department later."
She took off the work badge from her neck and placed it on Shen Jize's desk.
Then he left the office without looking back.
Wen Eryu returned to his workstation and began to pack his things.
Chai Jing came over and asked, "Sister Wen, what are you doing? Why are you packing up?"
Wen Eryu smiled helplessly and said, "I'm not working here anymore, but don't worry, I will still treat you to that meal."
"Huh?" Chai Jing asked, puzzled. "Why so sudden? Is it because you're Mr. Shen's ex-wife that he's trying to make things difficult for you?"
"How do you know I'm his ex-wife?" Wen Eryu was a little surprised. Only people in the circle knew about her divorce from Shen Jize, and she had never revealed it to the outside media.
"Oh, none of this matters," Chai Jing said. "Is it because of that girl just now?"
Wen Eryu shook his head: "No."
"But I can't bear to see you go. Even though I've only been here for a day, I feel like you're the only one here who can really talk to me."
Chai Jing hugged Wen Eryu's arm and said reluctantly.
Wen Eryu sighed and said, "Okay, let's add each other so we can chat often."
"Okay." Chai Jing took out her mobile phone and exchanged WeChat IDs with Wen Eryu.
*
With a "click", the door of Ward 414 was opened.
Wen Eryu rushed to the hospital after packing up at home, but as soon as she opened the door, she saw Du Yan.
She stood beside Song Bowen's bed with her bag.
Wen Eryu quietly retreated back to the door, left it half-open, and observed the situation inside.
Du Yan said softly: "I know that Uncle Shen is to blame for this matter. I apologize to you on his behalf."
Song Bowen didn't answer her, but turned his head to stare at the pot of green plants on the windowsill.
"Uncle Chen is too impulsive. He saw that you and Wen Eryu were close, so..."
Du Yan didn't continue speaking. She bit her lip and lowered her eyes, her tone pitiful.
Although she was apologizing on behalf of Chen Jize, every word in her words confirmed that it was Chen Jize who broke Song Bowen's hand.
"Enough." Song Bowen retracted his gaze and lightly fell on her.
Instead, Du Yan took a step forward and said aggrievedly, "We can give you money as long as you don't pursue the matter further."
Song Bowen rarely said coldly: "You don't have to do this, and I won't accept the money. As for whether the murderer behind this is Shen Jize, we will know after the police investigate thoroughly."
"..." A trace of panic flashed across Du Yan's eyes.
She didn't expect Song Bowen to be so difficult to deal with. After a long time, she walked to his side, gently touched his forearm, with charm in her eyes.
"As long as you don't pursue it." Du Yan paused, "I'll agree to anything you ask."
Song Bowen moved aside immediately as if he was touched by something dirty, avoiding her hand.
The pungent smell of perfume on Du Yan gave him a headache.
Song Bowen subconsciously frowned, suppressing his anger and saying, "Please respect yourself, Miss Du."
Seeing his big reaction, Du Yan's hand froze in mid-air.
At this time, Wen Eryu pushed the door open and walked in, pushing aside the stunned Du Yan.
"Du Yan, have some shame, he's already a patient, why are you still not letting him go?"
“…”
"Since you didn't do it, you're trying to cover up the truth by coming here today."
"What's it to you?" Du Yan blinked.
"No matter how much it's none of my business, it's not your turn to butt in."
"Wen Eryu!" Du Yan pointed at her.
However, Wen Eryu didn't give her the chance to continue speaking. He pushed her out of the ward and quickly locked the door.
"Are you okay?"
Song Bowen: "It's okay."
Du Yan's words just now made Wen Eryu begin to suspect that this matter was not as simple as he had imagined.
Du Yan is so anxious for Song Bowen to stop pursuing the matter, there must be something fishy going on.
Wen Eryu couldn't put it into words, but her intuition at this moment told her that Shen Jize didn't do it.
"Why did you come so early today?" Song Bowen asked. He didn't seem to be affected by Du Yan's arrival.
"I quit." Wen Eryu laughed awkwardly, "I'm going to change jobs."
Song Bowen looked at her face and didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he comforted her, "With your ability, I believe there will be better jobs waiting for you."
Wen Eryu smiled and nodded. She knew that Song Bowen said this to make her feel better, but in fact she knew that it was not easy to find a suitable job now.
We’ll talk about the future later.
Wen Eryu looked at his two hands.
"How's your hand?" she asked.
"The cast will be removed in a few weeks."
Wen Eryu nodded and said, "What do you want to eat? I'll go downstairs and buy it for you."
Song Bowen said, "Tang Yi bought me some porridge earlier. I've already eaten it. You haven't eaten yet, right? I don't need anyone to accompany me all the time. You should go and eat something first."
Wen Eryu didn't intend to eat at first, but she couldn't resist him, so she went downstairs in the end.
As soon as she left the hospital, she saw a young couple arguing across the street.
The girl crossed her arms and looked impatiently at the boy who kept his head down.
"Did your parents agree to the betrothal gift I discussed with your family last time?"
"Baby, can't your parents take a step back? You know my family's situation. I can't come up with so much money all at once."
The girl sneered: "If you don't have money, then get out of here. You can't even come up with 300,000 yuan for the betrothal gift, so why should you let me marry into your family?"
"Baby...you weren't like this before."
"Get away, don't touch me, I won't be your family's free babysitter."
The boy wanted to hug her, but the girl dodged him by turning sideways.
"I'll give you three more days. If you don't have the gift, don't even think about marrying me."
“…”
Wen Eryu didn't intend to listen to their quarrel. She lowered her head and pretended to play with her cell phone and walked past them.
*
In the mansion, Du Yan sat on a large velvet sofa with her back straight. She folded her hands, her knuckles slightly white from the force, revealing the tension beneath her calm appearance.
The sound of footsteps came from the spiral staircase, neither fast nor slow.
Shen Jize didn't look at her, but walked straight to the large single sofa in the main seat and sat down.
He threw the briefcase on the low table between them. The dark-colored low table was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the crystal chandelier on the ceiling and Du Yan's suddenly constricted pupils.
A suffocating pressure permeated the air.
"You know why I'm looking for you today."
Du Yan blinked her watery eyes and shook her head: "I don't know, Uncle Chen."
"You asked someone to break Song Bowen's hand."
Shen Jize's voice was like a cold axe, chopping off the tense string in Du Yan's heart.
Her hands clenched suddenly, her nails almost digging into the flesh on the back of her hands.
Du Yan opened her mouth, her voice trembling slightly: "Uncle Chen... what are you talking about? I... I don't understand..."
Shen Jize raised his eyes, his gaze was cold and sharp, penetrating Du Yan's shaky disguise and reaching the deepest part of her eyes, revealing the embarrassment and panic.
"Du Yan." He called her name, each word shrouded in a heavy chill. "I never thought that after I chose to support you, you would do something like this behind my back."
Shen Jize took out all the evidence from the file bag.
Photos, USB flash drive, and Wang Hui's confession, as well as witnesses and evidence, are all there.
"No... No, Uncle Chen, please listen to my explanation." Du Yan finally couldn't maintain the gentle mask, her voice suddenly rose, with a crying tone, and her body leaned forward eagerly, as if to grab the last straw.
"Someone took these photos to frame me." Her eyes instantly filled with tears and slid down her pale cheeks. Her pitiful expression seemed so exaggerated at this moment, even with a hint of funny despair.
Shen Jize watched her tears and futile defense, his face expressionless, only his brows knitted together for a moment.
"I gave you a chance, but not only did you not cherish it, you even tried to pin the blame on me." He snorted coldly, "Du Yan, I really underestimated you."
Du Yan shook her head frantically: "No, Uncle Shen, it's not like that, I didn't mean to hurt you."
She had seen the consequences for those who had offended Chen Jize in the past. She was afraid. She was scared to death now!
"You don't need to go to school anymore. Go and turn yourself in, or..." Shen Jize paused, "I'll take care of you."
Du Yan's crying stopped abruptly, as if an invisible hand suddenly grabbed her throat.
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