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

"mom?!"

Wen Bowen was immediately stunned, and looking at her anxious back, he became even more puzzled.

What's going on?

Why is everyone acting so strange tonight?

Zhao Xiuyun took out her phone and dialed Wen Ruan's number, but the call wouldn't go through, and she became increasingly flustered...

At this moment, in the lounge.

Wen Ruan failed to escape once again and was violently dragged back by Wen Shaokang. The displeasure and ferocity in his eyes were almost tangible. "Ruan Ruan, why are you running?"

"You know perfectly well how much your father cares about you, how could you be so cruel to him? You haven't come home since you got married? Do you know that all your father can do when he misses you is look at your photos?"

Wen Shaokang's voice rang almost right behind Wen Ruan's ear, his warm breath spraying onto the back of her neck. The scent of cologne mixed with the smell of blood almost made her vomit.

She was thrown back onto the sofa, and this time he pressed down on her, one hand holding her wrist while the other tugged at the satin fabric of her shoulder. "Ruan Ruan, Daddy just can't hold back anymore..."

"If you're a good boy/girl, Daddy will give you anything!"

"Wen Shaokang—! Get out of my way!"

Wen Ruan struggled like a madman, kicking wildly with her hands and feet, her fingernails scratching several bloody marks on the back of his hand. Wen Shaokang gasped in pain, but his strength did not loosen at all.

With a "rip," the satin on Wen Ruan's shoulder was torn open, and the cold air clung to her skin.

Wen Ruan kicked him in the chest with all her might, and in the instant he leaned back, she tumbled and scrambled off the sofa, landing barefoot on the carpet as she rushed toward the window.

She pushed open the window, and the early autumn night wind rushed in.

Wen Ruan flipped over and stepped onto the windowsill, one leg already dangling outside. Her bloodshot eyes glared at Wen Shaokang with disgust. "If you come any closer, I'll jump!"

This is the fifteenth floor, and a constant stream of vehicles shuttles back and forth below.

Wen Ruan gripped the window tightly with her fingers, her bloodshot eyes filled with hatred.

She will absolutely not let Wen Shaokang succeed!

Even death!

Wen Shaokang's pupils suddenly contracted, and he took half a step forward before abruptly stopping. Blood flowed down from the wound on his brow bone, smearing half of his face.

He raised his hands, his voice tinged with panic: "Ruan Ruan, don't be impulsive, it was Dad's fault. Come down, let's talk this out..."

"I have nothing to say to you!" Wen Ruan's feet went numb in the cold wind outside the window. "You tricked me into coming here; do you really think I don't know your purpose?"

She is no longer an innocent child.

"You...you and Jiang Yubai are about to get a divorce, aren't you?" Wen Shaokang's Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke quickly and urgently, "Dad just feels sorry for you and wants to persuade you to come home..."

"Impossible." Wen Ruan stared at him, enunciating each word clearly. "I will never go back in this lifetime. Don't disgust me anymore."

A chilling rage settled on Wen Shaokang's panicked face.

"How long do you think Jiang Yubai can protect you? That female reporter by his side has been following him for over a decade. Who do you think you are? He'll be finished sooner or later—"

boom--!

Before Wen Shaokang could finish speaking, a loud bang suddenly shattered the silence, and the door to the lounge was kicked open from the outside.

The light from the corridor streamed in, illuminating the messy interior.

Jiang Yu's gaze, behind his gold-rimmed glasses, swept over Wen Ruan on the windowsill, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He looked up at Wen Shaokang, and the temperature in the lounge seemed to drop suddenly.

Wen Shaokang stared at him, his expression uncertain, incredulous: "Yu Bai... what brings you here?"

He had clearly checked and Jiang Yubai was very busy tonight.

"I heard it's your father-in-law's birthday today. Aren't you welcome?"

Wen Shaokang's lips twitched, and he forced a smile: "How could that be..."

The moment Wen Ruan saw Jiang Yubai, a torrent of complex emotions—grievances, fear, and more—overwhelmed her, almost bringing tears to her eyes.

Jiang Yubai walked up to her, looked up, and extended his hand. "Ruan Ruan, I've come to pick you up."

Wen Ruan finally loosened her grip on the window frame, reached out to support Jiang Yubai, and was lifted down by her.

His presence dispelled the nausea and fear that Wen Shaokang had instilled in him.

Jiang Yubai glanced at the torn satin fabric on Wen Ruan's shoulder, took off his coat, and draped it over her shoulders.

His gaze fell on Wen Shaokang again, his eyes now icy cold. "Father-in-law, shouldn't you explain to me what you were trying to do by locking my wife in the lounge?"

Wen Shaokang forced a smile, his gaze sweeping over the jacket Jiang Yubai was wearing on Wen Ruan. A deep, sinister glint appeared in his eyes. "I was just catching up with Ruan Ruan. I'm her father, what can I do?"

"I had the gift delivered downstairs," he said, his polite and gentle tone tinged with an underlying chill. "Have a good birthday, Father-in-law. I'm taking Ruan Ruan home now. I hope I don't find out what you did to my wife."

After saying that, he took Wen Ruan's hand and turned to walk out of the lounge.

Wen Ruan followed beside him, glancing at the tall figure beside her out of the corner of her eye, her nose tingling with emotion.

Wen Shaokang stared at the two departing figures, his face twisted and cold, his eyes filled with resentful anger.

Jiang Yubai and Wen Ruan had just turned the corner when they bumped into Zhao Xiuyun, who was rushing upstairs looking for someone.

Upon seeing the two, Zhao Xiuyun paused.

Her gaze fell on Wen Ruan's torn skirt and red eyes, and her face turned pale instantly.

Her lips moved a few times, as if someone had grabbed her throat.

"Ruan Ruan..." Her voice was hoarse, the rest of the words stuck in her throat, her gaze darting away, "...Go back and get some rest."

Wen Ruan noticed Zhao Xiuyun's emotional change and pursed her lips slightly, "...Mm."

Jiang Yubai calmly shielded Wen Ruan behind him, his gaze softening slightly as he looked at Zhao Xiuyun: "I will take good care of her."

Zhao Xiuyun pursed her lips and nodded.

She kept glancing at Wen Ruan out of the corner of her eye, her eyes swirling with remorse and something more complex.

As soon as the two arrived downstairs, Shen Yicheng strode in, looking somewhat hurried.

Suddenly, he caught sight of Wen Ruan and his gaze froze.

"Wen Ruan? You..." Shen Yicheng frowned and pressed, "What happened? Did someone bully you?"

Wen Ruan shook her head and reached out to pull Jiang Yubai's large coat tighter around her neck. "I'm fine... Director Shen, why did you come all the way here?"

Shen Yicheng glanced at Jiang Yubai beside her, then looked away: "I happened to be having a meeting nearby, so I stopped by to cover for you. I know people in Deshang's group, so it'll be easier for me to communicate with them. Leave tonight's business to me, you go back and get some rest."

"Thank you, Director Shen," Wen Ruan said, her voice slightly hoarse.

I didn't expect him to come in person.

She knew her request was too difficult, and everyone was busy these days...

It seems there were no other translators available, which is why Director Shen came to step in personally.

Jiang Yubai spoke calmly, his eyes behind his glasses carrying a subtle scrutiny: "Ruan Ruan, aren't you going to introduce her?"

Hearing his affectionate way of addressing Wen Ruan, Shen Yicheng seemed to be deep in thought.