Jing City, suburbs.
Wen Yun sat in the car for nearly three hours before arriving at an extremely remote location.
Looking at this place, Wen Yun continuously sent the detailed address to Meng Yanzhi.
Unfortunately, there was no response from Meng Yanzhi.
Anxious and nervous, Wen Yun was solely focused on her mother’s belongings before she passed away and completely forgot that if she couldn’t reach Meng Yanzhi, she could still contact Meng Yanzhi’s assistant.
What could my mother’s belongings be?
Wen Yun speculated a lot. Once she arrived at the place, it was a secluded courtyard, a remote bungalow. For some reason, looking at this bungalow, it felt somewhat familiar to her.
Wen Yun paid for the taxi but didn’t let the driver leave. Instead, she told him to wait outside; she still needed to return to Jing City.
Although Wen Jiao had invited her, Wen Yun remained cautious in her heart.
Wen Yun paid more, so naturally, the driver didn’t leave but stayed in the car waiting.
"Wen Yun, you’re really timid, just a taxi driver, do you think he’d still help you?"
Wen Jiao sneered and said, "Besides, we are sisters, both surnamed Wen. I simply wanted you to see the house your mother lived in while she was alive. I didn’t expect you to be so timid."
"That’s impossible. When did my mother come here?" Wen Yun looked at the house and denied it without a second thought.
"Well, back then you were only two years old, perhaps you don’t have any memory."
Wen Jiao smiled brightly as she recounted stories Wen Yun had never heard, leaving Wen Yun entranced.
After age ten, Wen Yun had no memories whatsoever of her mother.
...
Speaking like this went on for over an hour.
Wen Yun listened intently, thinking of the hardships her mother endured those years. Her heart mourned for her mother. If it wasn’t for her, her mother could have left this place. How could she have stayed by her father’s side?
Which led to her eventual demise?
Wen Yun staggered a step. When she came back to herself, she realized she had been standing there all along, for a long time.
"What are you doing?"
Wen Yun suddenly retreated a step, instinctively feeling something was wrong with Wen Jiao.
"Master Wu."
Wen Yun suddenly shouted, and turned to leave.
"No need to shout, he’s long gone." Wen Jiao smiled.
...
"Why is the phone dead?"
After preparing everything, Meng Yanzhi intended to check his usual phone, thinking Xiao Yun might call him or something.
But the phone?
He always had two phones, one for work calls and one for personal use.
The work phone had a range of contacts, and Meng Yanzhi generally used it during work.
The personal phone was generally used to contact family.
Meng Yanzhi found the phone on the conference table, only to discover it was out of charge.
He intended to send Wen Yun a message in the morning, but a flurry of company matters prevented him. The phone had then been buried under paperwork.
For some reason, seeing the dead phone, Meng Yanzhi felt there was vital information inside.
’Beep.’
’Beep.’
’Beep beep.’
As soon as he powered it on, messages and missed calls flooded in.
Meng Yanzhi saw the contact labeled ’Little Sun’ and was dumbfounded.
He regretted not realizing the phone’s battery had died sooner.
He scanned through each message, simultaneously connecting with Si Yu on the other line.
Fan Yuan better not do anything to harm Xiao Yun, or else...
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