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

Jiang Wanxing smiled a little embarrassedly, "Being a journalist means you always have all sorts of sources of information."

"Besides, I'm just concerned about you. I've seen a lot of people talking nonsense online these days, so please don't take it to heart."

Upon hearing this, Wen Ruan's mind raced, as she also had some things she wanted to ask in person.

"By the way, Miss Jiang, I have some questions that I hope you can answer for me."

"What?" Jiang Wanxing looked at her with a smile. "Ruan Ruan, if you ask me, I will definitely tell you everything I know."

Wen Ruan considered for a moment, then said, "I'd like to know, Lin Xia only passed away recently... why did you agree to an interview and expose this matter?"

"And he even deliberately said I was the last person to see Lin Xia?"

This question had been on her mind ever since she saw the video online.

Jiang Wanxing's expression changed slightly for a moment, then she gave a wry smile, "I'm sorry, Ruan Ruan, you already know that Xia Xia is my cousin, and we have a very good relationship..."

"I was shocked to learn of her passing and couldn't bear the blow. When my colleagues asked me about it, I instinctively mentioned it, which is why I agreed to this interview."

"I hope the public can also help me find Xiaxia's killer as soon as possible... As for you, I took a lot of anti-anxiety medication at the time, and my mind was a bit unclear. I hope you won't blame me..."

Jiang Wanxing lowered her eyes, her smile vanished, and she looked weak and innocent.

Wen Ruan pursed her lips slightly; she didn't believe a single word Jiang Wanxing said.

She had never heard of her having anxiety disorder...

"I see." Wen Ruan didn't ask any further questions.

Since Jiang Wanxing is unwilling to tell the truth, there's no point in asking her any more questions.

"I apologize for the trouble my remarks have caused you. I will issue a clarification later."

Jiang Wanxing apologized with a sincere expression, as if she were exceptionally genuine.

But Wen Ruan felt that she seemed to be wearing a fake mask.

"...Then I'll have to trouble you."

She had no intention of arguing too much with Jiang Wanxing about this matter; she had no evidence to prove that she did it on purpose.

Even if it is proven true, the impact of public opinion has already taken place.

The fact that Jiang Wanxing was able to know the progress of the police investigation into Lin Xia immediately was even more suspicious.

"What's the trouble? This whole thing started because of me, so naturally I'll help you resolve it," Jiang Wanxing said with a generous smile.

"Although I didn't know Lin Xia for long, she passed away at a young age, which I find very regrettable..."

Wen Ruan secretly observed Jiang Wanxing's expression out of the corner of her eye. "Did you know who she had a conflict with, that you would kill her so cruelly?"

A dark glint flashed in Jiang Wanxing's eyes, and she shook her head helplessly, "If I had known, I would have told the police long ago..."

"My uncle and aunt almost fainted from crying when they found out about this. I hope the murderer can be caught as soon as possible."

"I hope so too." Wen Ruan didn't see anything amiss.

It's unclear whether Jiang Wanxing was genuinely unaware or deliberately concealing the truth.

She always felt that her sudden acceptance of the interview was abrupt and strange...

"So that's how it is. When Lin Xia went to the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation, I didn't know she was your cousin," Wen Ruan said casually.

"She's been stubborn since she was little and doesn't like to use her family's status, so it's normal that she doesn't talk about it."

Jiang Wanxing sighed and shook her head, as if remembering something, "By the way, where's Yu Bai? Why isn't he here with his wife in the hospital?"

Her tone was somewhat teasing.

"He went to work, and I didn't really have anything to do anyway."

The two chatted for a few more minutes, then Jiang Wanxing took a phone call and said goodbye.

Wen Ruan watched her leave, her eyes slightly darkening.

She didn't believe that Jiang Wanxing had come to the hospital today simply to see her.

But why?

Just then, her phone rang.

Wen Ruan picked up her phone, glanced at it, and answered the call with some surprise, "Mom, what's wrong?"

"Ruan Ruan, I... I saw on the news that you were in the hospital. Are you alright?"

Wen Ruan thought of the photo Jiang Wanxing had shown her and reassured her, "I'm fine, don't worry. How are you now? Have you been discharged from the hospital?"

She was frightened by Wen Shaokang when she went to the hospital before.

I haven't been paying attention to Zhao Xiuyun's situation lately.

A hint of self-reproach flashed in Wen Ruan's eyes.

"Mom's fine, she's already been discharged. It's you... how did you suddenly end up in the hospital? Even though it's a blurry photo, I still recognize you being held by Yu Bai..."

Zhao Xiuyun's tone was full of worry.

Wen Ruan pursed her lips slightly, as if Zhao Xiuyun's concern for her had no longer been hidden since Wen Shaokang's birthday party...

Perhaps, she has come to terms with it over the years.

Thinking of this, Wen Ruan smiled and said, "I'm really fine. I just had a bit of low blood sugar and suddenly fainted. Yu Bai took me to the hospital. I'm okay."

"That's good. I've seen the news about your colleague's death these past few days. Be careful to protect yourself and don't get involved."

"good……"

"And another thing is..." Zhao Xiuyun stammered, unsure of what to say.

Wen Ruan's heart skipped a beat, and she asked gently, "Mom, what do you want to tell me? Just say it."

Zhao Xiuyun hesitated for a moment, then stammered, "I... when I got home from the hospital, I found that your dad has been acting very mysteriously lately. I accidentally saw him send your photo to someone else..."

"I...I don't know what he's up to, so you should be careful lately..."

After Zhao Xiuyun finished speaking with a strained voice, she felt speechless in front of Wen Ruan.

She wouldn't have said it if she wasn't afraid something might really happen to her.

Wen Ruan's heart sank. Thinking about what happened yesterday, could it be... that Wen Shaokang did it?

But it shouldn't be...

"Mom, thank you for telling me. I will be careful."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Ruan looked somewhat serious.

She should actually ask Wen Shaokang to confirm this, but... she didn't want to see him at all.

Ding ding—

The knocking interrupted Wen Ruan's thoughts. She turned her head and saw a nurse wearing a mask push the door open and come in.

"Miss Wen, it's time to change the dressing."

"Okay, thank you." Wen Ruan nodded casually.

She was wondering what Wen Shaokang was up to.

Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of the medicine the nurse had changed, and it seemed to be different from yesterday's.

"I remember the doctor said my metabolism would be fine within 24 hours, so I shouldn't need to continue the injections, right?"

Moreover, the doctor only said yesterday that he would administer two bottles of medicine, and there has been no ward round or examination today. Why was the medication suddenly changed?

Just as the nurse was about to insert the IV needle into the indwelling catheter, she suddenly heard Wen Ruan's words and paused for a moment, "Ah... this is what the doctor ordered."

The nurse's eyes darted away, and she gave a stammering explanation before she was about to take action.

Wen Ruan frowned, then suddenly pulled her hand away. "I remember, the nurse who changed my dressing before wasn't you. Are you new?"

"Can you take off your mask so I can see it?"

Wen Ruan only vaguely sensed that something was wrong, and instinctively asked a question.

Unexpectedly, upon hearing her words, the nurse in front of her instinctively raised her hand to cover her mask.