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

"Let's go home together later, her family will be here soon," Jiang Yubai said in a low voice.

Wen Ruan nodded silently, almost asking aloud, "Won't he stay and keep Jiang Wanxing company?"

Not long after, a series of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor.

The ward door was suddenly pushed open, and a middle-aged couple rushed in.

The woman's eyes were red and swollen, while the man's face was ashen and his lips were tightly pressed together.

The two women were stunned when they saw Jiang Yubai. Then, as if she had found her pillar of support, the woman choked out, "Yubai... how is our Wanxing? What happened?"

Jiang Yubai explained in a calm tone.

The woman quickly walked to the bedside, hugged her daughter tightly, and the two of them cried together.

The man stood by the bed, raised his hand and vigorously wiped his face, then looked at Jiang Yubai and thanked him repeatedly: "Yubai, thank goodness you were here, it's really...it's really too much trouble for you."

Jiang Yubai shook his head slightly, his tone calm: "It's alright, please accept my condolences."

Wen Ruan sat in a chair in the corner, watching this scene, and felt a pang of pain in her heart.

The four of them together looked like a family of four, with her being the only outsider who felt superfluous...

Suddenly, the old lady's words from that day at the old house popped into her mind.

She is not good enough for Jiang Yubai...

These words were like a fine needle, piercing the softest spot in her heart.

Just then, Jiang Yubai seemed to notice something, glanced at her, and stepped over.

"Let's go home."

His deep voice pulled Wen Ruan out of her memories.

She stared at him blankly, and subconsciously asked, "Aren't you staying?"

Jiang Yubai frowned slightly, her tone puzzled: "Why should I stay?"

Is she still misunderstanding?

Wen Ruan felt a surge of indescribable emotions as she picked up her bag and stood up.

Jiang Yubai greeted Jiang's parents and left the hospital with Wen Ruan.

Jiang Wanxing watched the two figures walk away side by side, a dark and cold glint flashing in her eyes.

The black Rolls-Royce merged into the flow of traffic in the night.

Inside the car, Jiang Yubai glanced at Wen Ruan, "What exactly happened today? Why are you at the hospital with Jiang Wanxing?"

Wen Ruan explained wearily, "Director Shen told me to go to Lin Xia's registered address to find her... I asked the property management to open the door and went in, and I saw her... she was already dead..."

As she finished speaking, Wen Ruan suddenly remembered that Lin Xia's death had shocked her too much, and she hadn't had time to report it to Director Shen yet.

She took out her phone and dialed Shen Yicheng's number.

The call connected, and Shen Yicheng's gentle voice, tinged with worry, came from the other end, "Wen Ruan? How is Lin Xia doing?"

Jiang Yubai turned and stared at her, his eyes behind his glasses dark and unfathomable.

Wen Ruan bit her lower lip lightly. "...Director Shen, when I arrived, Lin Xia was already dead. The scene was gruesome; it was likely a murder..."

Shen Yicheng was taken aback and asked with concern, "...Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, I just gave a statement at the scene," Wen Ruan said softly.

Shen Yicheng was silent for a moment before slowly speaking: "...You've been frightened. The Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation isn't too busy these days, so just rest at home for a couple of days and come back after you've calmed down."

Wen Ruan instinctively wanted to say that she was fine and could still go to work as usual, but before she could speak, a hand suddenly reached out from beside her—

Jiang Yubai took the phone from her hand with a calm expression: "Director Shen, I am her husband. Thank you for your concern. She does need to rest. I will let her rest at home for the next couple of days."

Shen Yicheng was slightly surprised: "...Okay, we'll wait until she recovers."

After hanging up the phone,

Jiang Yubai responded, hung up the phone, and handed the phone back to Wen Ruan.

Wen Ruan took the phone, her fingertips touching his slightly cool fingertips. She lowered her eyes and put the phone back in her bag.

Back home, the two had dinner, and then Wen Ruan washed up and went to bed.

Jiang Yubai wanted to ask her several times if she was having trouble breathing again, but seeing that she was not in good condition, he decided to wait until she recovered a bit before asking.

Late at night, Wen Ruan frowned and trembled slightly.

A blood-red window seemed to appear before her eyes, and Lin Xia, wearing a long red dress, stood at the window.

Wen Ruan hesitated, her heart racing, and called out, "Lin Xia?"

The next moment, she suddenly appeared in front of her, her face covered in blood from all seven orifices.

"ah--!"

Wen Ruan sat up abruptly, drenched in sweat.

Jiang Yubai was startled awake. He turned off the bedside lamp, reached out and pulled her into his arms. "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

It seems she was still horrified by Lin Xia's death...

Wen Ruan instinctively clung to him as if she were drowning and had grabbed onto a piece of driftwood.

Jiang Yubai's expression froze, and he instinctively hugged her tightly.

It wasn't until Wen Ruan calmed down that she realized she was completely nestled in Jiang Yubai's arms, and she awkwardly let go of him.

"Sorry, did I wake you up?"

"I'll get you a glass of water." Jiang Yubai patted her head and got out of bed.

Wen Ruan instinctively gripped the blanket tightly, her eyes fixed on his retreating figure.

Soon, Jiang Yubai returned and handed her the water glass.

"Thank you." Wen Ruan took the water and drank a couple of sips before finally feeling better.

But in my dream, Lin Xia's blood-red face and the blood-red window lingered in my mind like a shadow.

"Still scared? Can you still fall asleep?"

Jiang Yubai asked in a low voice.

Wen Ruan wanted to firmly say no, but she just couldn't bring herself to say it.

"Then let's do something else."

Wen Ruan was taken aback for a moment, "What...?"

Before she could finish speaking, a large hand gripped her chin, forcing Wen Ruan to tilt her head back as a gentle, restrained kiss landed on her.

Jiang Yubai traced the curve of her waist with his fingertips.

Wen Ruan's breathing became erratic, and she said in a soft voice, "...You have to go to work tomorrow."

"It's okay..."

He wouldn't give her a chance to speak, and spent most of the night moving from the bedroom to the bathroom.

Wen Ruan didn't even have the strength to lift a finger in the end.

In a daze, Jiang Yubai changed her into pajamas, tucked her into the bed on her side, and she fell into a deep sleep.

I had no dreams that night.

The next day, when Wen Ruan opened her eyes, Jiang Yubai was no longer at home.

She turned over and felt a sharp pain in her back.

I couldn't help but feel relieved that she had the day off, otherwise she wouldn't be able to go to work in her condition.

Thinking about him last night... He's usually very restrained, I don't know why he was so fierce yesterday.

Wen Ruan had just finished washing her face and was about to go to the kitchen to make breakfast when her phone suddenly rang.

She picked up her phone and saw that it was He Huahua calling.

"What's wrong, Flower?"

"Ruan Ruan, have you seen the headlines? Lin Xia is dead?! And she's the cousin of that famous reporter Jiang Wanxing!"

He Huahua's shocked voice came from the other end, leaving Wen Ruan stunned.

"What? I just woke up."

"I'll send you the link. Jiang Wanxing gave an interview for some reason. Lin Xia's death was photographed and posted online. It's terrifying..."

Wen Ruan couldn't believe it. "Posted online? How could that be?"

"I think someone was taking down the photos, but they've already spread everywhere, and some people are even saying the killer was the last person to see her..."