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

Wen Bowen gritted his teeth in anger and shouted, "I'm asking you if you hit her! What right do you have to hit my mother!"

Enraged by this remark, Wen Shaokang raised his hand and slapped Wen Bowen across the face.

Snapped!

With a crisp sound, a bloody gash split open at the corner of Wen Bowen's mouth.

He looked down at the crimson blood on the back of his hand, blood rushing to his head, and lunged at Wen Shaokang.

The two wrestled all the way from the stairwell to the entrance hall.

Zhao Xiuyun was startled; she hadn't expected the two to start fighting so suddenly.

She rushed forward to stop them, shouting hoarsely, "Stop hitting them!"

She rushed over to try to separate the two, but Wen Shaokang was fighting fiercely with Wen Bowen and unintentionally raised his hand and swung it.

This push caused Zhao Xiuyun to lose her balance and stumble backward, hitting the back of her head hard on the corner of the marble table in the entryway.

Bang-!

A muffled thud.

Zhao Xiuyun's body slid down softly and lay motionless on the floor tiles.

Wen Bowen instantly regained consciousness and turned to see Zhao Xiuyun with her eyes closed, dark red blood slowly seeping onto the ground.

His pupils constricted sharply: "Mom—!"

Wen Shaokang stared blankly at the unconscious Zhao Xiuyun, and the hangover he felt dissipate almost completely.

After a long pause, he managed to squeeze out two words: "Xiuyun..."

Wen Bowen whirled around, glaring at him, his eyes bloodshot, and roared hoarsely, "Get out! Get the hell away from me!"

He frantically pulled out his phone and dialed for emergency help.

Wen Ruan had just finished get off work at the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation. She had spent the whole afternoon hesitating whether or not to go see Zhao Xiuyun.

She was really worried because she had suddenly hung up the phone and was even hit by Wen Shaokang.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated; she had received a message.

She opened the message, and upon seeing its contents, her pupils suddenly contracted.

Zhao Xiuyun was hospitalized that afternoon; it's said she fell at home...

Wen Ruan felt like her throat was stuffed with cotton; she simply didn't believe it.

Zhao Xiuyun isn't a child, how could she possibly fall and end up in the hospital?

She asked a friend to check which hospital Zhao Xiuyun was at, got the address, and immediately took a taxi to the hospital with her bag.

The taxi merged into the evening rush hour traffic. Wen Ruan sent Jiang Yubai a message: [I have to go to the hospital right away. My mom is hospitalized. I'll be back later. Don't wait for me.]

Shortly after the message was sent, Jiang Yubai replied: 【I also have a meeting tonight. Contact me anytime if needed.】

Wen Ruan: [Okay.]

Twenty minutes later, Wen Ruan arrived at the hospital.

The corridor was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

When she quickly found Zhao Xiuyun's ward number, she saw through the small window in the door that Zhao Xiuyun was leaning against the bed with a thick bandage wrapped around her forehead.

She looked haggard and tired, and was looking at her phone.

She was alone in the ward, which made Wen Ruan breathe a slight sigh of relief.

Wen Ruan pushed open the door and walked in. Zhao Xiuyun opened her eyes when she heard the noise, and when she saw it was her, she was both surprised and worried: "Ruan Ruan? What brings you here?"

"How did you get so hurt? I heard you were injured and hospitalized, so I came to see you..." Wen Ruan placed the fruit she had bought on the bedside table.

"What did the doctor say? Is there a concussion?" Wen Ruan asked, her eyes filled with worry.

"I just bumped into something and got a few stitches, it's nothing serious." Zhao Xiuyun avoided her gaze. "Alright, now that you've seen me, you should go. Your dad said he'll be bringing you food later."

Seeing the slap mark on her face, Wen Ruan pursed her lips slightly. "Did you and him... get into a fight?"

"No, it was Bowen who got into a fight with him. I was pushed when I tried to break it up, but I'm really fine."

Wen Ruan felt slightly relieved when she saw that she didn't seem to be lying.

It turned out to be the case.

"Then why didn't you get a caregiver?"

"I'll be discharged tomorrow, so I won't need it. I'll go home to recuperate, so don't worry about me."

Looking at Zhao Xiuyun's swollen half-face and the bandage around her forehead, Wen Ruan felt a surge of indescribable bitterness in her heart, and her nose suddenly stung with tears.

But she knew Zhao Xiuyun was right; she couldn't meet with Wen Shaokang.

Wen Ruan said softly, "Take good care of your injury and don't think about so much."

"I know..." Zhao Xiuyun's eyes reddened as she watched her leave.

Wen Ruan turned around, opened the door, and walked out, quickly heading towards the elevator along the corridor.

I stopped abruptly as I reached the corner.

Jiang Wanxing stood up on the bench at the corner, holding a stack of medical reports in her hand. She froze on the spot the moment she saw her.

"Ruan Ruan?" Jiang Wanxing blinked. "What are you doing here? Are you... feeling unwell?"

Wen Ruan was also surprised to run into her here, and paused slightly: "I'm here to visit a relative. What about you?"

"I'm here to pick up a friend's test results." Jiang Wanxing waved the brown paper bag in her hand. "What a small world."

The two walked side by side toward the elevator.

Jiang Wanxing turned her head to look at Wen Ruan, her tone somewhat deliberate: "By the way, Ruan Ruan, I went to the old house to see Grandma before, and we happened to talk about you and Yu Bai."

Wen Ruan's eyes flickered slightly, but she quickly regained her composure: "What did Grandma say?"

Jiang Wanxing sighed, "They didn't say anything, but didn't you and Yu Bai go to the hospital for a checkup a while ago? It seems... the results weren't good."

Wen Ruan's heart sank. She hadn't expected that the old lady had told Jiang Wanxing about this.

Jiang Wanxing looked at her suddenly tightened lips, her eyes darkening slightly: "I didn't mean to ask, it's just that Grandma mentioned it casually."

"Ruan Ruan, you know I'm a journalist, I know all too well how much of an impact this kind of news can have on Yu Bai if someone with ulterior motives uses it to make a fuss."

"With his current position, so many people are watching him. Even the slightest disturbance can be blown out of proportion and become a huge uproar. I think you understand that."

Wen Ruan remained silent, her fingernails digging into her palms.

She knew better than anyone that Jiang Wanxing was telling the truth.

Jiang Wanxing frowned slightly, her tone worried: "Besides, Yu Bai and I grew up together, and I've never heard of him having any problems in this area over the years."

"Ruan Ruan, as his wife, you can't just stand by and watch others use this to your advantage. You can't be so selfish. Even for your own sake, you can't let this kind of thing spread, can you?"

A deep bitterness spread through Wen Ruan's heart. Jiang Wanxing's words were all reasonable and hit her most vulnerable spot.

Her marriage to Jiang Yubai was a mutually beneficial agreement from beginning to end, and she didn't even know how Jiang Yubai managed to get those test results.

She lowered her eyes and said, "I understand. Thank you for reminding me."

Jiang Wanxing gently patted her arm, her tone softening: "I'm doing this for your own good, don't overthink it. You know Yu Bai, he keeps everything to himself, so be careful."

Wen Ruan nodded, but her heart felt heavy.

She had always ignored this matter before, but today Jiang Wanxing exposed her avoidance right in front of her.

At the very least, she couldn't let Jiang Yubai have any stain on his reputation because of her.