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

"Yes, we found her notebook with some notes about wanting to leave Beijing, but we couldn't find her phone..."

Officer Zhou said with a serious expression.

Wen Ruan slowly shook her head. "I don't know. She didn't tell me."

"Could it be... that her phone was taken by the culprit? She always had her phone with her at all times."

"That's possible." Officer Zhou asked a few more questions, took notes, and then escorted her to the door.

"Thank you for your help today, Ms. Wen. Please don't leave Beijing recently, as we may need to ask you additional questions at any time."

"We will also investigate the package you received today in detail."

Wen Ruan nodded in agreement, "I understand."

She left the police station with a heavy heart and took a taxi home.

Thinking of what Officer Zhou had just said, Wen Ruan had a feeling that Lin Xia's death was probably not simple.

The police also couldn't find her phone. Does that mean there might be some secret behind it?

While she was lost in thought, her phone suddenly vibrated.

Wen Ruan glanced at the caller ID and was slightly taken aback; it was Zhao Xiuyun.

She answered the phone, "Mom, what's wrong?"

"I..." Zhao Xiuyun hesitated, but couldn't help asking, "I saw Jiang Wanxing's interview. Are you... a colleague of Lin Xia?"

Wen Ruan was surprised. "Mom, how did you know?"

"I saw someone online saying that, because there was a trending topic about you a while ago, are you okay?"

Hearing Zhao Xiuyun's concern, Wen Ruan felt a warmth in her heart. "Don't worry, Mom, I'm fine."

"This has nothing to do with me. How's your injury?"

Wen Ruan inquired with concern, noting that the injury on her head was quite serious.

"I'm fine, I'll be discharged in a few days."

"I'll come see you now; I happen to be free this afternoon."

When Zhao Xiuyun returned to the Wen family, she was no longer able to visit her.

Zhao Xiuyun wanted to refuse, but she couldn't help worrying about her, so she eventually agreed.

Half an hour later, Wen Ruan arrived at the hospital.

Zhao Xiuyun was the only one in the ward. She pushed open the door and went in with some fruit.

Zhao Xiuyun looked much better than when we last met, and the gauze on her forehead had been replaced with a small medical dressing, so she seemed to be recovering well.

When Wen Ruan came in carrying fruit, her eyes lit up. She quickly invited her to sit down and then carefully observed her complexion.

"You've lost weight," Zhao Xiuyun said with concern. "Have you been eating poorly these past few days?"

"No, I've just been a bit busy with work." Wen Ruan sat down beside her bed, peeled an apple, and handed it to her. "Mom, how are you feeling? Does your head still hurt?"

"I'm much better. The doctor said I can have my stitches removed and be discharged the day after tomorrow." Zhao Xiuyun took the apple, hesitated, but couldn't help asking the question that had been weighing on her mind: "Ruan Ruan, about... Jiang Wanxing, what are you really thinking?"

"I've seen comments online saying that she and Yu Bai are a match made in heaven, and that Yu Bai will definitely take her seriously and help investigate since her cousin got into trouble... Will this have any impact on you?"

Wen Ruan was silent for two seconds before whispering, "I don't know, Mom."

She really didn't know.

It's unclear how much affection Jiang Yubai still harbors for Jiang Wanxing, or how far this marriage, which began with mutual benefit, can go.

Seeing her like this, Zhao Xiuyun felt even worse.

She reached out and gently placed her hand on Wen Ruan's hand, her voice hoarse: "Ruan Ruan, Mom is sorry for you before, for making you suffer so much."

"Mom has no other skills, I just hope you can be well. If you're happy, Mom will be at ease. If you're unhappy... then don't make yourself suffer."

Wen Ruan's eyes welled up with tears, and she grasped Zhao Xiuyun's hand in return: "Mom, I know."

She chatted with Zhao Xiuyun for a while, poured her a glass of hot water, and was about to ask her who would pick her up from the hospital when Zhao Xiuyun suddenly remembered something.

Zhao Xiuyun's expression changed slightly, and she urged, "Ruanruan, your dad... he just called and said he'd be coming over to deliver food later. You should go now, so you don't run into him."

Wen Ruan's heart tightened; Wen Shaokang's sticky face and his despicable methods made her stomach churn.

Without hesitation, she immediately stood up: "Then take good care of yourself, and send me a message when you are discharged from the hospital."

"Oh, don't worry, you should go now." Zhao Xiuyun waved to her, her eyes filled with undisguised guilt.

Wen Ruan quickly walked out of the ward, turned into the corridor, and headed towards the elevator.

As she passed the entrance to the fire escape, a half-open fire door on one side was suddenly pulled open from the inside, and a rough, strong hand reached out from the shadows, grabbed her wrist, and dragged her inside!

Caught off guard, Wen Ruan was pulled back by the brute force and staggered, her back slamming heavily against the cold wall, making her chest feel tight.

She instinctively tried to scream, but a hand reeking of smoke and alcohol covered her mouth tightly. The nauseating smell instantly filled her nostrils and throat, causing her stomach to spasm.

The only light in the dimly lit fire escape was the eerie green glow of the emergency lights.

Wen Ruan stared wide-eyed in horror, her blood seemingly freezing in that instant.

In the dim light, she could see the face before her, red and swollen from the stench of desire and alcohol—

It's Wen Shaokang!

His cloudy eyes gleamed with a crazed and possessive desire, his warm breath brushing against her ear with a chilling smile: "Ruan Ruan... it's really fate that we, father and daughter, have met again."

Wen Ruan's stomach churned violently as she struggled desperately, her nails digging into the back of his hand that was covering her mouth. But he seemed oblivious to the pain, instead tightening his grip on her, holding her even tighter.

"Don't scream...don't make a sound." Wen Shaokang's voice was low and hoarse, like a viper's tongue licking her earlobe. "Daddy just missed you and wanted to talk to you."

"Do you know how much I missed you after you left at the banquet last time? I dreamt every night of you waiting for me obediently in bed..."

Wen Ruan felt her hair stand on end and was so nauseous she almost vomited.

She used all her strength to stomp hard on Wen Shaokang's instep!

"Ugh!" Wen Shaokang winced in pain, and his grip loosened for a moment.

Wen Ruan seized the opportunity, suddenly turned her head, and bit him hard on the tiger's mouth!

The taste of blood instantly filled her mouth, and Wen Shaokang let out a low growl, finally releasing his grip on her.

Wen Ruan pushed him away with all her might and scrambled out of the room.

A nurse pushing a medicine cart passed by and, seeing her pale face and disheveled hair, asked with concern, "Miss, are you alright?"

Wen Ruan trembled all over, shook her head, and quickly walked into the elevator while holding onto the wall, panting heavily.

The next moment, she saw Wen Shaokang not far away, his lips curled up, staring at her with a strange, possessive gaze that sent chills down her spine.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, Wen Ruan bit her lip hard, and tears welled up uncontrollably.