Director Jiang, don't let the divorce get out of control.

Jiang Yubai paused for a moment, his gaze behind his glasses shifting slightly. "How did you know?"

Wen Ruan gripped the blankets tightly with her fingers, as if something was stuck in her throat, making it impossible for her to speak.

"Did Wanxing tell you that?"

Very few people knew he had a stomach hemorrhage, and he couldn't think of anyone else.

"Hmm." Wen Ruan lowered her eyes.

Jiang Yubai explained in a low voice, "Two years ago, she and I were stationed at an embassy abroad. We were both very busy with work, and coupled with long hours and irregular eating habits, I developed acute gastrointestinal bleeding. Luckily, she was there that night and took me to the hospital."

His words were devoid of any extra emotion, as if he were stating something perfectly normal.

But Wen Ruan felt even more clearly that she couldn't interfere in Jiang Yubai and Jiang Wanxing's past.

Wen Ruan felt she didn't even have the right to ask why.

Jiang Yubai's eyes flickered, and he tentatively asked, "Are you worried about me?"

Wen Ruan felt awkward as he pointed out her secret, and looked away uncomfortably, asking in a muffled voice, "How's your stomach right now?"

She only knew that he usually liked to eat light dishes, but she overlooked the fact that it might be that he had a bad stomach, and it wasn't necessarily a matter of taste.

He ate something so spicy that time!

Jiang Yubai's thin lips curved slightly. "It's alright."

He took off his glasses and placed them on the bedside table, pinched the bridge of his nose, and said, "Since that time, I've had regular check-ups every year, and all my indicators have been normal. There's nothing to worry about."

"That's good."

Little did she know that after she fell asleep, Jiang Yubai called Jiang Wanxing.

"I don't want you to tell Wen Ruan about my affairs from now on."

The man's voice was gentle, yet tinged with a warning.

Jiang Wanxing paused, "Did Ruan Ruan misunderstand something? I just wanted her to know more about you. If she misunderstood, I'll explain..."

"No need, there won't be a next time."

After saying that, Jiang Yubai hung up the phone.

Meanwhile, Jiang Wanxing gripped her phone tightly, her eyes filled with ruthlessness and calculation.

The next day, the weather was sunny.

Wen Ruan had just returned to her workstation after finishing an internal meeting when her phone rang.

She picked it up and her heart skipped a beat; it was a call from the old house.

Wen Ruan pursed her lips, swiped to answer the call, and heard Butler Liu's voice on the other end, which was a bit more polite than before.

"Madam, the old lady requests that you come over this afternoon. She says she has something to discuss with you."

"What is it?" Wen Ruan frowned.

The old lady never summoned anyone unless there was a reason, and every time she did, it was never for anything good.

"You can come over after you get off work," said Butler Liu without saying more.

"Is Jiang Yubai going back too?"

"The old lady only called you."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Ruan couldn't help but feel a little heavy-hearted.

For the past three years, every time she was summoned to the old house, she was either met with sarcasm or various forms of harassment...

This time, Jiang Yubai was still there, so why would the old lady call her back alone?

Wen Ruan finished work at 4:30.

As soon as she entered the old house, Butler Liu saw her and, for the first time ever, took the initiative to say, "Madam."

Wen Ruan nodded slightly and followed him to the main hall.

Grandma Jiang sat upright in the main seat, wearing a dark blue cheongsam with subtle patterns. Her silver hair was neatly tied back, and her features, though aged, were sharp.

Hearing footsteps, she lifted her eyelids and glanced at her, her hand holding a jade Buddhist prayer bead, her chin slightly raised.

"sit."

Upon hearing this, Wen Ruan was somewhat flattered.

In the past, when she came to the old house, she would either stand or kneel...

Wen Ruan sat down as instructed, placing her hands folded on her knees and straightening her back. "Grandma, is there something you need me for today?"

The old lady's gaze slowly swept across her face, making Wen Ruan's heart tighten.

She paused for a moment before speaking: "You were there yesterday when Yu Bai attended the opening ceremony of the foreign affairs event?"

"Yes." Wen Ruan was puzzled.

Grandma Jiang doesn't usually care about these things, so why is she suddenly asking about this?

"How's the translation work going?"

Wen Ruan was even more confused, "...Everything is normal."

She couldn't understand whether Grandma Jiang was concerned about her job or about Jiang Yubai.

The old lady changed the subject, "Wanxing was at the meeting yesterday, wasn't she? She just returned to China not long ago and isn't very familiar with the diplomatic work yet. Have you two been in contact recently?"

Wen Ruan said calmly, "We don't work in the same unit and don't have much interaction."

Grandma Jiang gave a cold, indifferent smile, her words piercingly scathing: "Yu Bai and Wan Xing grew up together, have been friends for over a decade, and now they work together. Aren't you afraid he might have someone else in his heart?"

Wen Ruan curled her fingertips on her knee, becoming increasingly confused.

Isn't this Madam Jiang's wish?

Why would you use it to test her?

Wen Ruan remained expressionless. "Grandma is overthinking it. I trust Yu Bai."

She would never have said such a thing before.

But... Jiang Yubai had protected her in front of the old lady time and time again, which gave her a bit of courage.

"You're more composed than before, but being composed is useless." Every word she uttered struck at Wen Ruan's most sensitive and vulnerable spot. "You've been married into the Jiang family for three years, and not only is there no sign of pregnancy, but Yu Bai is also too busy with work to be home. How many times a year do you two even see each other?"

"Besides, Wanxing is no less than you in any way—family background, looks, and her relationship with Yubai. What do you think you have to secure your position as Mrs. Jiang?"

Madam Jiang's tone was gentle, but she showed no mercy.

Wen Ruan replied truthfully, "Miss Jiang is indeed outstanding."

The old lady narrowed her eyes slightly. "It seems you're quite sensible."

Wen Ruan cracked her knuckles, suppressing the surging emotions in her heart. "If Grandma has nothing else, I'll head back now."

She had just stood up when the old lady called out to her, "Wait."

Grandma Jiang raised her eyelids and asked indifferently, "Yu Bai said last time that his low sperm count and inability to conceive have nothing to do with you."

Wen Ruan's heart skipped a beat, and her fingertips clenched tightly.

"Is that true?"

Wen Ruan's throat tightened, but she tried her best to remain calm. "Grandma should ask Yu Bai about this."

"I asked him, 'Can he still tell me the truth?'" The old lady sneered, placing the prayer beads on the table with a crisp click.

"He protects you, and I, as his grandmother, can see that, but the Jiang family cannot be without an heir; that's my bottom line."

Her calm tone carried an undeniable authority.

"Next week, I will arrange for Yu Bai to go to Peking Union Medical College Hospital for a full check-up, and you will go with him."

Wen Ruan's pupils contracted slightly, and she felt a chill run down her spine.

The old lady was clearly not believing Jiang Yubai's words and wanted to verify it herself.

If the test results are normal, then her inability to have children is her problem.

Seeing her pale face, the old woman secretly put pressure on her: "You know what to do then."

This means she needs to take the initiative to bring it up with Jiang Yubai.

If she really went and said it, what difference would it make from tearing open the words Jiang Yubai used to use to protect her?

If she resists, it confirms that the problem lies with her.

The old lady was ruthless...

"Grandma, Yu Bai knows his own health best. If you need to arrange a check-up, you can tell him directly." Wen Ruan mustered her courage and looked directly at Grandma Jiang.