Tang Xiaowan didn’t want to complicate matters, so she made up an excuse and quickly ended the call.
By the time Shen Yiming had opened the car door, she had already started reading an email sent by Chen Ran, which was about the new plan for the exchange meeting.
The car slowly drove out of the parking lot.
"Hey, I say, sister-in-law, lend me that kid Chen Ran sometime, his brain is just too brilliant!"
Tang Xiaowan gave Shen Yiming a blank look.
"If you won’t lend him, then forget I said anything," Shen Yiming said with a chuckle as he opened his folder, "Ling Xiao said you were great at recognizing talent, and it looks like he’s right. The companies are coming to us even before the debut on Saturday; it’s pretty amazing!"
"Chen Ran has really talked you up! A rare talent, courting you thrice – it does have a nice ring to it!"
"Well, it is all true, hahaha."
Tang Xiaowan didn’t respond and just pursed her lips.
"Hey, a phone call still counts. It was Ling Xiao who personally called and earnestly invited me to Chicheng, of course, courting me thrice... It might have been a slight exaggeration, just packaging, you know, all’s fair in war."
With that, Tang Xiaowan put away her phone and looked seriously at Shen Yiming.
"Are you and Nannan really moving tomorrow?"
"What, you’ll miss us? It’s not far away, just a quick drive."
"Why not wait until after the weekend, what’s the rush?"
"Ah, Nannan has suffered a lot since she was young, and this is her first house. If it weren’t for my persuasion, she would have wanted to move in tonight. You’ve never had to worry about food and clothing since you were young, so you don’t know what it’s like not to have a stable home. Suddenly having her own place, she’s so excited, she even laughs in her sleep."
Hearing this, Tang Xiaowan didn’t say much more; she understood that feeling all too well.
It was like if someone told her that her mother was still alive and there were news of her; she wouldn’t be able to sit still either and would rush over immediately to see.
In fact, it was for this same reason that she had agreed to meet with Li Zishen.
That’s why Leng Lingxiao said that Li Zishen might be taking advantage of her. He knew that the news about her own mother mattered the most to Tang Xiaowan, yet he deliberately used this as bait to lure her away from Mei Garden.
In the end, he even thought arrogantly that Tang Xiaowan had feelings for him.
"What’s wrong, sister-in-law?"
"Nothing, just come over more often after you move," Tang Xiaowan replied with a smile.
"Definitely, I’ll surely come over for a meal."
Shen Yiming’s hearty laughter filled the car, and Tang Xiaowan laughed along.
Huang City, Wang Mansion.
After a day and night of treatment, Wang Junchen’s allergic symptoms had significantly subsided, and he was no longer in such pain and unbearable itching.
However, his unusual behavior had caused his wife, Ye Wanhua, to misunderstand.
She suspected that Wang Junchen had been fooling around outside, which was why he hid in the study all day and only came downstairs to eat.
In the master bedroom, Ye Wanhua lay on a lounger, tears glistening in her slightly red eyes.
It’s my fault; it’s not Ah Jun’s fault.
I’m not a good mother; if I had discovered it earlier, my poor child wouldn’t have died so young.
If she were still alive, she would be 20 years old now.
Big eyes, a tall nose, she would surely be very beautiful, especially adorable.
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened.
Wang Junchen walked in slowly holding a plate of fruits, a faint smile on his face. He was in a good mood because the subcontracted factories had all been settled, and production could soon commence.
"Ah Hua, why don’t you let Dr. Luo check on you; you’ve been lacking an appetite lately?"
"The digestive system gets weaker with age."
What she meant was that she was old now, no match for those lively, pleasing young things outside. She was just an old woman.
Wang Junchen was an exceedingly clever man, and he naturally understood the implied meaning behind his wife’s words.
"I didn’t spend much time with you today, which was my mistake, mainly because... I was feeling a bit unwell. I feared you would worry or think something was wrong if you saw."
Ye Wanhua slowly turned her face and looked steadily at her own husband.
Although she said nothing, her eyes held a question.
"Ah Hua, don’t misunderstand me! The discomfort I’m speaking of isn’t the kind you’re thinking of—I had an allergic reaction, and a lot of blisters popped up on my body."
"An allergic reaction?" Ye Wanhua stood up in surprise and quickly reached out to lift his clothes.
Seeing his wife so worried and anxious, Wang Junchen hurriedly explained, "It has gotten much better already, don’t move, I’ll do it myself."
Then, he carefully undid the buttons and lifted his shirt to show Ye Wanhua the condition of his skin. Indeed, there were some redness and blisters on his skin, obviously caused by an allergy.
"Dr. Luo said it was caused by accidentally eating something, so I’ve been staying in the study dealing with company matters. Don’t worry, it will get better in a couple of days," Wang Junchen explained.
Ye Wanhua looked at the blisters on Wang Junchen’s body, her gaze filled with a hint of guilt and compassion.
"Ah Jun, I... I’m sorry. I misunderstood you, thinking you were having an affair or had done something wrong. It turns out it was due to allergic symptoms, I’m sorry," Ye Wanhua said with eyes full of distress.
Wang Junchen approached Ye Wanhua, took her hand, and gently said, "Dear, it’s not your fault, it’s my silence and lack of explanation that made you suspicious, I’m the one who should apologize."
"It must hurt a lot, doesn’t it? Must be really uncomfortable?"
"Last night was painfully bad, couldn’t sleep, and didn’t dare to scratch. Today it’s much better."
Hearing his words, tears welled up in Ye Wanhua’s eyes again, "Ah Jun, I was too sensitive. Come on, let’s apply some ointment."
"I already did, just now in the study..."
"No, that’s something I should do, come on, to the study, right now."
"Okay, then we’ll apply it again."
And so, they walked hand in hand, slowly leaving the bedroom and walking into the study.
Ye Wanhua applied the treatment to Wang Junchen’s skin with great care and seriousness. She gently applied the ointment, letting him feel the warmth and care from his wife.
"Ah Jun, please don’t blame Xiao Wan," Ye Wanhua said seriously as she put away the ointment.
"It seems... you’ve thought of it too!"
"No, I don’t mean that, what I mean is... it might not be because of the barbecue we had at Aunt Tang’s house, it could be from the soup I made for you yesterday, which might have contained..."
"Don’t worry, I understand."
Upon hearing her husband speaking this way, Ye Wanhua felt immediately at ease.
"Actually, that child, Xiao Wan..."
As she was speaking, someone knocked on the study door, and a deep male voice followed.
Wang Junchen turned his head, "Come in."
The door opened, and Jiangbei strode in energetically, but as soon as he saw Ye Wanhua also in the study, he suddenly slowed his steps.
"Good evening, Sir, Madam."
Ye Wanhua nodded gently, "Ah Jun, you go ahead with your work, I’ll go prepare some... late-night snacks for you."
Jiangbei quickly nodded his head in gratitude, "Thank you, Madam!"
Immediately after, only Wang Junchen, seated on the sofa, and Jiangbei, standing respectfully, were left in the study.
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"Yes, those two houses... show no signs of someone having been there, and for nearly ten days, all of the cards have shown no transaction records."
"Where else could he go besides Country Y?"
"Once he changes his identity, it is indeed hard to trace, especially since Lei Ziyi is..."
Wang Junchen shook his head, slowly stood up, and then his eyes deeply looked out the window, "If it’s not betrayal, why cut off all contact?"