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

In the bathroom, Wen Ruan's breath hitched, and she quickly said, "I'm fine..."

"Ruan Ruan, open the door." Jiang Yubai knocked on the door twice more, his voice filled with barely suppressed anxiety. "Don't lock yourself in there, I'm worried about you."

Wen Ruan bit her lower lip, trying to make her voice sound normal, "I'm really fine, I'm just too dirty, I want to take a shower..."

"Then open the door and let me make sure you're alright."

Wen Ruan looked down at the egg residue and vegetable scraps that had been washed away by the hot water, but the disgusting feeling seemed to still linger on her skin, no matter how she washed it off.

How could she let him see her like this?

"...Could you leave me alone for a while?"

Wen Ruan's voice trembled slightly with embarrassment at the end.

Jiang Yubai was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Okay, I'll wait for you in the living room. Take your time washing up."

Hearing the footsteps leave, Wen Ruan knelt on the ground, her body going limp, letting the water wash over her.

She didn't know how much time had passed before she dried her hair, changed into clean pajamas, and came out of the bathroom.

At the door, Wen Ruan stood with her lips pressed tightly together in a conflicted manner, but she knew she couldn't hide forever.

Even if she can hide for a while, she can't hide forever.

After mentally preparing herself, Wen Ruan finally mustered the courage to open the door and enter the living room.

Jiang Yubai was looking at his tablet, working on his job.

Hearing footsteps, he turned to look at Wen Ruan. "Come and sit down."

Wen Ruan pursed her lips and came to his side.

"Now can you tell me what exactly happened?" Jiang Yubai asked in a low voice.

He took off his glasses, and his eyes, no longer obscured by lenses, stared intently at Wen Ruan, exuding an indescribable sense of pressure.

Wen Ruan hesitated, feeling there was no need to tell him such a distressing matter.

"Ruan Ruan, I am your lover, your husband. Do you really intend to hide your grievances from me?"

Jiang Yubai stared at her intently.

Wen Ruan's heart skipped a beat. "I...I just didn't want to cause you any trouble."

She keenly sensed that as soon as she finished speaking, a dark glint flashed in Jiang Yubai's eyes, as if he were even more displeased.

Why?

She was clearly thinking of him.

"Do you think your affairs are just a nuisance?" Jiang Yubai suppressed his anger.

Is he, as a husband, really that untrustworthy?

Wen Ruan pursed her lips, lowered her eyes, and remained silent.

Three years ago, she was just seeking a lifeline to escape the Wen family.

She tried her best not to cause Jiang Yubai any trouble and tried to handle everything herself.

Strive to be a good director's wife, a perfect wife...

She really didn't want Jiang Yubai to get involved in anything related to the Wen family.

She didn't want to let such a pure and upright person like him be tainted by those dirty things.

Jiang Yubai looked at her lowered eyelashes and tightly pursed lips, and sighed softly, "Wen Ruan, look at me."

Wen Ruan hesitated for a moment, then raised her eyes.

His gaze, unobstructed by his glasses, appeared exceptionally deep and focused, like a still, deep pool of water, yet inexplicably made her heart skip a beat.

"We are husband and wife." Jiang Yubai's tone was serious, almost solemn. "Your affairs are my affairs. I will not hide anything from you, and I hope you will treat me the same way."

His voice lowered slightly, "Otherwise—I'll worry."

Wen Ruan felt as if her heart had been struck hard, and a tingling tremor spread from her chest to her limbs.

After a long pause, she managed to squeeze out a hoarse voice: "I...I was just afraid of causing you trouble. You're so busy with work, I can handle these things myself..."

"It's one thing if you can handle it, it's another thing if you're willing to let me know."

Wen Ruan silently clenched the hem of her clothes, but in the end, she was defeated by his focused and gentle eyes.

"...Those girls downstairs are probably Lin Xia's friends," Wen Ruan explained softly. "They think I killed Lin Xia, so they came to ambush me..."

Jiang Yubai frowned slightly. "What do those girls look like? Did you get any pictures of them?"

Wen Ruan shook her head: "It was too dark, I couldn't see clearly, and I didn't have time to take a picture."

"I'll have someone check the security footage at the apartment entrance." Jiang Yubai's calm voice carried a chill. "Whether they are Lin Xia's friends or were instigated, this behavior constitutes disorderly conduct and personal attack."

"I will have someone investigate their identities and see if anyone is behind them."

Wen Ruan was taken aback: "You suspect someone instructed them?"

She hadn't considered that possibility.

"If you encounter something like this again, be sure to tell me immediately. Don't hide." A hint of sarcasm flashed in Jiang Yubai's eyes.

Wen Ruan blushed, "...I understand."

Looking back now, the way she foolishly ran home and hid in the bathroom does seem a bit silly...

The next morning, when Wen Ruan arrived at the Graduate School of Translation and Interpretation, it was rush hour, and there were several people standing in front of the elevator.

As soon as Wen Ruan stopped, she saw Wang Lin walking over in high heels, accompanied by two colleagues who were usually close to her.

Wang Lin glanced at Wen Ruan and whispered sarcastically to the person next to her, "Hey, do you guys think the entry requirements for the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation have become lower? Anyone can come in and work here, don't they find it unlucky?"

The person next to her tugged at her sleeve, signaling her to stop talking.

Wang Lin acted as if she hadn't seen it, and raised her voice: "It's really strange that a murderer can swagger into work like this."

"I don't know when the police will take him away. I hope it won't implicate our entire department."

Wang Lin's veiled criticism was so obvious that other colleagues couldn't help but secretly observe Wen Ruan.

Wen Ruan frowned almost imperceptibly. Could it be...?

Ding--!

As the elevator doors slowly opened, Wang Lin continued her tirade, making sarcastic remarks: "If I were someone, I would have simply disappeared and wouldn't have affected the work of my other colleagues."

"What a shameless person... It's an embarrassment to work with someone like that."

Wen Ruan was initially too lazy to pay attention to Wang Lin, but her words were getting more and more outrageous. If she didn't fight back, she would really be a pushover.

She glanced at Wang Lin sideways and said slowly, "The police are still investigating, and you dare to convict someone so confidently? Do you have some evidence that the police don't even know about? Or is it—"

Wen Ruan's gaze calmly fell on Wang Lin's suddenly frozen face. "You know more about Lin Xia's cause of death than the police do?"

Wang Lin's face turned pale instantly, and she couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

"What...what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Or I could call the police right now and have you come to the police station for a chat, and we'll talk things over properly?"

Wen Ruan's words immediately made Wang Lin cower in fear. She glared at her angrily and dared not utter another word.

The other colleagues all lowered their heads, pretending to look at the sky, the ground, or their phones, trying not to laugh.

Wen Ruan had just put her bag down at her workstation when He Huahua saw her, grabbed her arm, and whispered, "Ruan Ruan! Are you alright? Did you see the news online?"