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

The following afternoon, Jiang Wanxing carried a box of cordyceps and two jars of bird's nest to the old house.

"Miss Jiang, you've arrived! The old lady is waiting for you."

Aunt Zhou greeted her with a beaming smile, much warmer than when she had greeted Wen Ruan.

Jiang Wanxing entered the flower hall and saw the old lady lying on the couch rubbing her temples. She immediately changed her expression to one of concern and went over to her.

"Grandma, I heard you didn't sleep well again last night? I brought you some cordyceps; it's great for making soup."

When the old lady saw it was her, her expression softened a bit. She patted the seat next to her, gesturing for her to sit down. "You're so sensible. Unlike some people, who come in and don't even say a kind word, and even encourage Yu Bai to talk back to me."

The old lady is still very upset about what happened yesterday.

Jiang Wanxing sat down beside the old lady, took the tea that Aunt Zhou handed her, and said in a gentle voice, "Grandma, please don't be angry with Ruan Ruan."

"She grew up in the Wen family and was adopted, so she must have had a lot of grievances. It's understandable that she might speak without thinking."

She paused, then lowered her eyes: "However... I've heard some gossip these past two days. It seems some people are spreading rumors about the Wen family, saying that Wen Ruan is ungrateful for being raised and has turned her back on them."

"Although I know it's fake, if a lot of people spread it, and it gets to Yu Bai's workplace, it won't sound good, since she's Yu Bai's wife now."

The old woman stopped fiddling with her prayer beads, her face darkening: "What gossip are you talking about?"

What she told Wen Ruan yesterday was all just to fool her.

Are people really spreading rumors?

"It's just... about the Wen family's wife being hospitalized. Some people are saying it's because of Ruan Ruan..." Jiang Wanxing quickly explained after finishing her sentence, "Grandma, please don't take it to heart. I think it's definitely a misunderstanding. It's just that those people outside are gossiping, and I'm afraid it will affect Yu Bai."

The old woman was silent for a moment, then her fingers began to move the prayer beads again, a cold light flashing in her eyes: "You're right. Yu Bai has come a long way, and we can't let a woman ruin his future."

She pondered for a moment, then looked up at Jiang Wanxing with a scrutinizing gaze before finally speaking, "Wanxing, you've always been insightful. Do you think Yu Bai is truly interested in that woman?"

Jiang Wanxing's fingers tightened almost imperceptibly as she held the teacup, her tone perfectly measured: "Yu Bai is a man of great loyalty and affection. Now that he has married Ruan Ruan, he will definitely protect her."

"But... when it comes to feelings, spending every day together is different from sharing joys and sorrows. What do you think, Grandma?"

The two didn't talk about it anymore. Jiang Wanxing chatted with the old lady for a while, coaxing her to eat half a bowl of rock sugar pear before getting up to say goodbye.

As she left the old house and got back into the car, the gentle smile on Jiang Wanxing's face gradually faded.

The old lady is too slow. Wen Ruan has been married into the family for three years, and she is still using outdated methods like "copying family precepts." This is of no use except to push Jiang Yubai further away.

It was clearly agreed long ago that the position of Mrs. Jiang would only belong to her.

But now...

It seems I still have to rely on myself.

The day of the forum arrived in the blink of an eye, and the venue was set up at the International Conference Center in the city center.

Wen Ruan was dressed in a black business suit and arrived forty minutes early. The simultaneous interpretation headset cable was tucked into her collar along her jawline.

Not long after, Lin Xia entered the simultaneous interpreting booth.

She wore light makeup and a light blue shirt, and greeted Wen Ruan with her usual smile: "Good morning, senior. Let me help you adjust the equipment again. I learned a trick from the tech team yesterday, so I can be prepared in case anything goes wrong."

Wen Ruan looked up at her and said, "Okay, thank you."

Lin Xia bent down and approached the equipment table, fiddling with a few cables with her fingers, then looked down to check the interfaces, her movements practiced and natural.

About two minutes later, she straightened up and clapped her hands: "No problem, don't worry, senior. You go ahead and get busy. I have to go to the venue."

After saying that, he left the simultaneous interpreting booth.

After she left, Wen Ruan leaned down thoughtfully.

She examined the gaps in the equipment compartment from the side, her fingers following the direction of the cables, and found something the size of a fingernail deep inside the compartment.

Wen Ruan's eyes darkened; Lin Xia had actually done such a thing.

She took the item out and confirmed that it was a new type of miniature signal jammer.

She took two photos with her phone, then put them back in their original place, restoring the original position and angle.

The morning forum proceeded smoothly, but Wen Ruan remained constantly on guard against Lin Xia making a move.

Surprisingly, the signal remained uninterrupted until the lunch break.

This puzzled her.

The day passed quickly, and the forum ended at 5 p.m.

Wen Ruan packed up her equipment, and the flow of people in the corridor thinned out.

She took out the jammer and found Lin Xia.

Lin Xia was tidying up her notebook when she saw her walk over. She gave her a sweet smile and said, "Senior, you've worked hard today."

Wen Ruan took the jammer, wrapped in a tissue, from her coat pocket and placed it on the table in front of Lin Xia.

Lin Xia's smile froze on her face, a flicker of panic crossing her eyes: "Senior... what is this?"

"Don't you recognize the things you put in the compartment of my device so quickly?"

Lin Xia's expression changed slightly, and she denied it without thinking, "I don't know what you're talking about..."

Wen Ruan didn't press her. She put the jammer back into her pocket and looked at her calmly: "Lin Xia, if you have a reason, you can still tell me now. Otherwise, I'll have to call the police."

Lin Xia's fingers suddenly clenched under the table.

Damn!

Why is she so vigilant?

She had clearly hidden it very well.

Lin Xia's eyelashes trembled rapidly, and a thin layer of red appeared at the edges of her eyes. She choked out, "...Senior, I...I don't know what you're talking about."

After saying that, she packed her things and disappeared into the end of the corridor almost as if she were fleeing.

Wen Ruan stood there watching her figure disappear, her brows furrowing slightly.

She had a feeling that Lin Xia seemed to want to tell the truth, but in the end she didn't. Why?

Was someone threatening her?

After a moment of contemplation, Wen Ruan simply returned to the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation.

She could have gone straight home after the forum ended, but now it's past closing time and only a few lights are still on in the office area.

However, what Lin Xia did was of great importance, and she had to tell Shen Yicheng.

Wen Ruan went straight up to the third floor and knocked on the door of Shen Yicheng's office.

"Enter."

Wen Ruan pushed open the door and went in.

Shen Yicheng was organizing documents when he saw her come in, somewhat surprised: "Didn't the forum end successfully? Why aren't you home resting?"

"Everything went smoothly overall." Wen Ruan took the jammer wrapped in a tissue out of her pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it over. "But someone put something in my simultaneous interpretation equipment."

Shen Yicheng picked up the jammer and examined it closely, his brows furrowing. "The latest type of signal jammer? Who made it?"