Volume One, Chapter 10: Listen to Your Brother

Wen Yang is Wen Yang, and she is herself; together, the two of them don’t even amount to a cousin with a blood relation.

Before she arrived, perhaps Wen Yang alone could hold her own. But now, with her included, it’s like a subtraction problem that drags Wen Yang’s score straight into the negatives.

Wen Li waved her hand and forced a smile. “Forget it, the innocent remain innocent.”

At this point, there was no use saying more, and it no longer mattered. In any case, she wouldn’t be staying in Nancheng much longer.

“Then rest well. Call me if you need anything.”

“Mm.”

It was two in the afternoon when Wen Li received a call from Wen Yang.

“Still at the hospital?”

Wen Yang asked about her condition in detail. After learning that she was fine, she said, “I’ll have the driver come pick you up.”

She didn’t mention the false rumors circulating about her and Zhou Huaqing.

Under the care of the driver, Wen Li returned to the Wen family’s old mansion. “Second Miss, we’ve arrived.”

Stepping out of the car, she stood at the entrance and looked up at the plaque hanging in the center, feeling a deep sense of loss.

The old Wen family mansion was quaint and elegant, sprawling in area, designed in the style of a modern garden. Though it had been renovated several times, its fundamental tone remained unchanged, exuding an invisible sense of oppression.

Like a tomb of the living dead, it housed a group of puppets controlled by strings, bound by power, wealth, and reputation.

As she entered, the housekeeper waited along the path to her room. Upon seeing her, she said, “Second Miss, madam is waiting for you in the greenhouse.”

She knew it would be a confrontation; there was no escaping it.

Wen Li passed through the front hall and arrived at the greenhouse.

Through the glass walls filled with flowers, she saw Shen Jingshu reclining peacefully on a chaise lounge, wearing a handcrafted qipao embroidered with pear blossoms, a mink blanket draped over her.

Surrounded by countless pots of blooming flowers, the fragrance was intoxicating.

The winter sun in Nancheng was warm, and the sunset light scattered across the glass, refracting into a spectrum of colors.

Though over fifty, time had left no trace on her face; the delicate bone structure of her youth was still visible.

Wen Li actually resembled her greatly, especially in her eyes and brows, shimmering like rippling water, captivating anyone who met her gaze.

A fluttering heart.

Hearing Wen Li enter, Shen Jingshu lifted her eyelids slightly, half-closing her eyes, then tossed several printed color photos onto the floor.

“Speak. What’s going on with Zhou Huaqing this time?”

As she spoke, the photos scattered before Wen Li.

One sharp corner grazed her cheek, leaving a faint red mark on her smooth, pale skin.

It was striking.

Wen Li looked at Shen Jingshu without a word, her mocking sarcasm replacing any pretense of peace or harmony.

“What are you worried about? I don’t measure up to the Jiang family, much less the Zhou family. The worse my reputation, the more it suits your desires, isn’t that so?”

Being slandered with false rumors wasn’t terrifying; what was truly frightening was the doubt and disbelief from her own family—especially from her biological mother, who didn’t even bother to ask.

Shen Jingshu hadn’t expected Wen Li to be so assertive. She turned her body slightly and watched her respond with a fierce tone. Her elegant face was as calm and lifeless as still water, utterly devoid of emotion.

“You should at least be self-aware,” Shen Jingshu said softly.

Those words, light as a feather, were neither bitter nor harsh, yet they cut deeper than any knife—hidden venom, the most painful of all.

She had never truly faced herself before. At first, she thought Shen Jingshu was merely strict and unskilled at expressing emotion, for she showed deep affection and care toward Wen Yang.

Later, she believed it was her own lack of excellence and obedience that made her tread carefully to win favor. In the end, all those hopes dissolved like bubbles.

Fortunately, she was no longer afraid, nor did she bother pretending.

“Hmph.”

Hearing Wen Li’s cold laughter, Shen Jingshu was momentarily stunned.

Then, as if her supreme authority had been challenged, she gracefully rose from the chaise lounge, her velvet slippers dragging slightly on the floor. She came before Wen Li, pinched her chin, and scrutinized her closely.

When Wen Li was sent abroad, she was twenty years old. Five years later, she had grown more radiant and alluring, her delicate, porcelain doll-like features now carrying a mature charm, her figure more graceful than ever.

She was neither vulgar nor worldly.

Her gaze finally settled on those eyes, as if she wished she could gouge them out to feel relief.

A slap landed squarely on the side of Wen Li’s face where the photo had scratched her.

The sharp sound echoed; a vivid red handprint blossomed on her cheek, knuckles distinct and alarming.

At that moment, Shen Jingshu’s expression was wild, almost deranged—like a madwoman.

“I should have strangled you, this bastard child, the moment I found out you were in my womb.”

This wasn’t the first time Shen Jingshu had hit or cursed her.

Whenever she was in a bad mood, violence against Wen Li was commonplace.

And any action of Wen Li’s could be used as a reason to upset her.

Shen Jingshu’s hatred for Wen Li was rooted in a deep, physiological disgust.

Yet Wen Li no longer felt any pain. She had long since abandoned all illusions about Shen Jingshu.

So when the second slap came down, she simply stared at her blankly.

“If I were you, I’d have taken care of the bastard the moment I found out I was pregnant, to prevent future trouble and save everyone from harm.”

Leaving the greenhouse, she ran into Wen Yang, who had just returned.

Wen Yang noticed her head bowed, no smile upon seeing him, and the redness on her cheek, as if scratched by nails. Glancing behind her, he guessed what had happened.

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