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

The old lady paused in her hand, which was holding the prayer beads, and finally just sighed, "Wanxing, you are a sensible child, Grandma has always known that."

She looked at Jiang Wanxing with complicated emotions, her tone carrying a hint of unspeakable sorrow: "There are some things that Grandma can't talk about right now. You should go back first; I want to rest."

Jiang Wanxing's heart sank.

In the past, when she came to the old house, the old lady would always hold her hand and chat about the family, and would even instruct the kitchen to make her favorite snacks.

Today, although the old lady was kind, her affection for her had clearly diminished considerably.

Could something have gone wrong?

Jiang Wanxing concealed her emotions, her smile remaining unchanged. "Then I'll come see you another day, Grandma. Please take good care of yourself."

"Okay." Old Mrs. Jiang watched her leave, her brows furrowed with worry.

Even if Jiang Yubai is weak and has difficulty conceiving, the Jiang family bloodline must never be broken.

The old lady narrowed her eyes, already having another plan in mind.

……

After leaving the Jiang family, Jiang Wanxing returned to her car, and the smile on her face gradually turned cold.

She immediately took out her phone and dialed a number. "Help me find out which hospital Madam Jiang went to today and what kind of physical examination she had. The more details the better."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Wanxing leaned back in her chair, lost in thought.

The old lady's gaze at her seemed to express regret for her.

What exactly is she regretting?

Is it a pity that after so many years of being by Jiang Yubai's side, she couldn't compete with the sudden appearance of Wen Ruan?

It's still a pity that she and Jiang Yubai were destined to have no future together.

Thinking of this, Jiang Wanxing's hands, painted with red nail polish, seemed to sink into her flesh.

She will never lose to Wen Ruan!

The following afternoon.

After finishing the routine meeting, Wen Ruan returned to her office.

Just as she sat down, Lin Xia's voice rang out from beside her: "Senior, there were a few parts I didn't hear clearly during the meeting. Could you please check my notes for any omissions?"

"Hmm." Wen Ruan took the notebook and quickly glanced at it.

Lin Xia's handwriting was neat and correct in general, and it was roughly the same as what she remembered, only some technical terms needed to be corrected.

"The overall document is fine, but the term 'bilateral agreement' in Part Three should actually be 'multi-party negotiation minutes.' You can correct that part."

"Okay, thank you, senior." Lin Xia seemed to suddenly remember something and asked with a smile, "By the way, senior, are you in charge of receiving foreign guests next week?"

Wen Ruan looked up at her.

Lin Xia smiled innocently, but Wen Ruan, who had learned to read people's expressions since childhood, immediately noticed the probing in her eyes.

"The work arrangement was decided by Director Shen. If you're interested, you can ask him. I don't know the specifics."

In the past few days, Lin Xia hadn't made any other moves, so she thought that Lin Xia was overthinking things.

Now it seems that this is not the case.

Lin Xia smiled and said, "That's true. Then I won't disturb you, senior. I'll go to the restroom first."

After saying that, she left.

As soon as she left, He Huahua quickly approached and whispered, "Ruan Ruan, don't you feel like this Lin Xia... is always hanging around you?"

"Really?" Wen Ruan was surprised that she could tell.

"Yes." He Huahua said with exasperation, "Yesterday she pretended to chat with me casually, asking me if I was married, what my husband did, and how our relationship was."

A look of surprise flashed in Wen Ruan's eyes. "She asked you these questions?"

As soon as she entered the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation, Lin Xia splashed water on her and secretly inquired about her private affairs.

What is her purpose?

"Yes." He Huahua pouted. "I ignored her. You should be careful, or think about whether you've made any enemies with her!"

Wen Ruan was the best-tempered person she had ever met.

He may seem cold, but he's actually very easy to get along with.

"I understand, thank you, Flower."

"You're welcome. I was just afraid you'd be bullied if you were too easy to talk to," He Huahua said.

"Hmm." Wen Ruan didn't say anything more, but she became more wary of Lin Xia.

If she wants to sabotage the reception of foreign guests next week, she needs to be prepared and make preparations in advance.

Meanwhile, at Xinghe Apartments.

Jiang Wanxing had just finished dinner when she received an email in her inbox.

She clicked on it, quickly browsed through it, and was stunned when she saw the last part.

Asthenospermia?

Jiang Wanxing bit her lower lip lightly, her mind racing.

She knew Jiang Yubai's physical condition better than anyone else.

Before he joined the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, she had seen his medical examination report, which showed that he was in good health.

Every year after that, my annual physical exams showed that everything was normal except for the sub-health issues caused by the high-intensity work.

There's absolutely no way there could be a problem with that!

She was almost certain that there was something wrong with the report.

The old lady was probably fooled.

He actually sacrificed his self-respect to defend Wen Ruan in front of the old lady.

Just how much does he care about that woman?

But from another perspective, does it mean that he doesn't love Wen Ruan and doesn't want to have a child with her?

Jiang Wanxing took a deep breath, and the darkness in her eyes dissipated somewhat.

She took out her phone from the table and typed a message to the contact named L:

"Wen Ruan will most likely be in charge of translation for the reception of foreign guests next week. Try to get her manuscript."

After the message was successfully sent, Jiang Wanxing smiled.

Since Jiang Yubai wanted to appease the old lady with a fake report, she would expose the lie herself.

Let's see if Wen Ruan can still hold onto her position as "Mrs. Jiang".

On Thursday evening, Wen Ruan left the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation after get off work.

As dusk fell, she had just reached the door when she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure standing casually outside the gate, looking down at his phone.

Wen Ruan frowned slightly.

What is he doing here?

She quickened her pace, deciding to pretend she hadn't seen him.

Just then, Wen Bowen looked up, immediately spotted her, put away his phone, and walked towards her.

"Oh, isn't this my dear sister?"

"What is it?" Wen Ruan looked at him expressionlessly.

"It's quite a coincidence. I happened to be here on business, and I didn't expect to run into you."

"Since there's nothing else, I'll be going now." Wen Ruan tried to walk past him and leave.

He was clearly waiting for her on purpose.

Wen Bowen's eyes darkened, and he stepped aside to block her view, saying with a mischievous grin, "Sister, don't be in such a hurry to leave. I haven't seen you in ages. Can't we chat for a bit?"

As he spoke, he deliberately looked around, his eyes full of malice. "What's wrong? Your brother-in-law isn't coming to pick you up from get off work? Did you go out to dinner with that female reporter again? It must be so boring for you to go home alone. How about I keep you company and we find somewhere to sit?"

It was right at the end of the workday, and passing colleagues all looked over.

Wen Ruan's face turned cold.

"Why...why are you looking at me like that?" Her gaze sent a chill down Wen Bowen's spine.

"Wen Bowen, do you know that every time you appear in front of me, you make me feel ashamed?"

"What did you say?" Wen Bowen asked, exasperated.

"You're already eighteen years old, but everything you do is like a three-year-old begging for candy. You're blocking my way here saying these pointless things; do you think you've won?"

"Or do you want to prove that there are more people who love me than those who love you?"

Wen Ruan's eyes were full of mockery, showing him no respect whatsoever.

"If you come and say these kinds of nonsense to me again, don't blame me for being impolite."

Wen Bowen's face turned pale and then red after hearing what she said.

He hated Wen Ruan's aloof and lecturing manner, as if she were always superior to him.

"Do you think I wanted to come?"

"Then what are you doing here? Looking for a beating?" Wen Ruan retorted.

Wen Bowen gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Dad said it's his birthday at the beginning of next month and he wants you to come home. I just happened to come over to tell you. Otherwise, would I be happy to see you?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Ruan found it amusing.

Did she think that having Wen Bowen deliver the message would make her go back?

"Go back and tell him I'm not going."

After saying that, Wen Ruan was about to leave.

Wen Bowen grabbed her wrist angrily, "Wen Ruan, do you have any conscience at all? The Wen family raised you, and this is how you repay your parents? Are you even human?"