"Wen Zhiyan."
Fang Miaomiao broke free from Wen Zhiyan's embrace, glaring at him furiously. "So much happened, and you didn't tell me?"
"I was afraid you'd worry," Wen Zhiyan re-wrapped his arms around her. "Besides, I'm fine."
Fang Miaomiao's eyes reddened, and she remained silent.
Wen Zhiyan held her, also in silence.
The people he had sent to investigate had returned, but the evidence pointed to someone he found hard to believe.
"Did you… think of something?"
"Yes, but I'm still missing a crucial piece of evidence. I haven't figured it out yet."
Fang Miaomiao made a few huffing sounds.
"Not angry anymore?"
"How could I not be? People were practically telling me to my face that I'd be kicked out of the Wen family." Fang Miaomiao sighed. "It's ultimately my lack of capability. Being kicked out of the Wen family would be normal."
Wen Zhiyan chuckled, half-amused, half-helpless. He then took out his phone and placed it in Fang Miaomiao's hand. "How can you be so eloquent?"
Fang Miaomiao didn't stand on ceremony. She opened her phone and tapped into Xie Wanqing's Moments.
Interestingly, Xie Wanqing had no posts on her Moments.
"Did she block you?" Fang Miaomiao opened her own phone. "Here, see? It's okay, you can look."
Wen Zhiyan looked at Xie Wanqing's Moments on her phone, a deeper coldness entering his eyes. "This is from that day Mother said she was sick and asked us all to come home for dinner. An An and I went back to our room after eating."
To avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings, he had slept in the same room as An An for those few nights at the Imperial Garden.
Fang Miaomiao patted Wen Zhiyan's face. "Are you saying I misunderstood you?"
"No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have failed to consider your perspective, and I shouldn't have failed to discuss it with you. I'm sorry."
Fang Miaomiao tsked. "How's your leg?"
"I can walk now."
Fang Miaomiao then remembered she had been asleep on the sofa. "Did you carry me in here?"
Wen Zhiyan nodded. "Yes. Yuan Chao said I've recovered very well."
"That's more like it."
"You forgive me now?" Wen Zhiyan asked cautiously.
"I'll see your performance."
"Performance?" Wen Zhiyan nodded, sitting up slightly. He handed a file bag from the bedside table to Fang Miaomiao. "How about this?"
"What is it?"
Fang Miaomiao flipped through a few pages, becoming more serious as she read. Finally, she looked at Wen Zhiyan with the expression one would give an idiot. "Are you sick?"
"Why?"
"Property inheritance?"
"Yes," Wen Zhiyan nodded. "As long as you sign your name, all my assets will be yours."
Fang Miaomiao's gaze fell on the gift of shares in Xiang Zhuang. "What's your connection to Xiang Zhuang?"
"I invested in it before," Wen Zhiyan said indifferently.
Fang Miaomiao shook her head. "I don't want it."
She might be greedy, but not to this extent.
"Miaomiao."
"Alright, take it back. I wasn't that angry with you."
She had indeed been angry when she returned and couldn't find him, especially since Xin Xuan knew what Wen Zhiyan was doing and still kept it from her, dragging her to Xiang Zhuang.
Later, like a madwoman, she went to the October Hotel and saw that person in the darkness. Her first impression was that he had become a bit thin.
When Wen Yan'an looked at her with red eyes, she felt a pang of heartache.
She wondered if she had misunderstood something.
If someone was to die, shouldn't they at least understand how they died? Wasn't that the case?
So, she gave Wen Zhiyan one last chance.
Come home.
She told herself that if Wen Zhiyan came back today, she would give him a chance to explain.
If he chose to return to the Imperial Garden, then their relationship would be over.
Fortunately, she had returned, and Wen Zhiyan had returned as well.
"Wen Zhiyan."
"I'm sorry."
"Shouldn't you tell me what you found out?"
Wen Zhiyan's eyelids drooped, concealing the thoughts in his eyes. After a moment, he continued, "Do you know Wen Zhimo?"
Fang Miaomiao nodded, then shook her head.
Wen Zhiyan spoke slowly.
Wen Zhimo.
The eldest son of the Wen family, intelligent from childhood, and steady in his actions. He was his parents' favorite child.
After the college entrance examination, he didn't choose to study business and return to take over the Wen family's industry. Instead, he resolutely enrolled in the police academy and became a proud people's police officer.
His mother was both proud and worried, fearing something might happen to him later.
Fortunately, life passed peacefully, and his elder brother found the woman he loved, got married, and had children.
But all this happiness ended five years ago.
Five years ago, a group of kidnappers abducted the youngest son of the Fang family and threatened the Fang family for a ransom of five hundred million yuan.
Coincidentally, the Wen Corporation was in trouble at the time, and the Fang family had just lent a large portion of their liquid funds to the Wen Corporation.
Upon learning of this situation, Wen Zhimo took the initiative to intervene. However, he angered the kidnappers, who directly burned Fang family's youngest son with gasoline. Even more melodramatically, there was a traitor in the team, leading to Wen Zhimo being captured by the kidnappers, suffering torture, and eventually dying.
The one who went to pay the ransom was also in a car accident on the way, losing sensation in his legs.
Fang Miaomiao listened, stunned for a long time before coming to her senses. "That Fang grandfather?"
"Yes, the one burned was Uncle Fang's youngest son, seventeen years old, born late in his life."
"So that's why Fang Zhihuan…?"
"After Fang Zhihuan learned that Uncle Fang had given all his funds to the Wen Corporation, resulting in his younger brother being burned alive, he severed ties with Uncle Fang in anger and went abroad, never to return."
"Miaomiao."
Fang Miaomiao hugged Wen Zhiyan. "You must have been in so much pain back then?"
"At that time, I kept thinking, if only I had been a little faster, just a little faster, perhaps Uncle Fang's son and my elder brother wouldn't have died."
"Or if our corporation could have raised the money faster, perhaps the kidnappers wouldn't have been so aggressive, and maybe everything could have been saved."
Or perhaps, if the Wen Corporation hadn't borrowed money from Uncle Fang's family, Uncle Fang would have had enough time to find the kidnappers.
It was all their fault, the Wen Corporation's, even his own.
"No, no, no," Fang Miaomiao shook her head. "It's not your fault. It's their fault, the bad people's fault."
"So, I must catch them."
In the past period, those people had become increasingly rampant. He dreamed almost every night of Uncle Fang's youngest son crying in the flames.
In the sea of fire, he asked himself why he hadn't helped him and Elder Brother Zhi avenge them, why he had let those criminals get away with it.
"We can, we definitely can."
"Miaomiao."
Fang Miaomiao held him tightly. "Don't be afraid. Their rampage won't last much longer."
"Yes, I've already handed over the evidence I obtained to the police. The police are also actively investigating."
This time, they wouldn't let those people escape again.