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

Wen Ruan's expression softened; she and Jiang Yubai's baby...

I wonder what it will look like?

She hoped her child would resemble Jiang Yubai, whose features were exceptionally handsome.

As I pondered, a wave of drowsiness washed over me.

Wen Ruan simply went back to her bedroom and took a nap.

I don't know if it's because of pregnancy, but lately she gets really sleepy around noon.

When I woke up from my afternoon nap, it was already 2 p.m.

The sky outside the window was overcast, as if it were about to rain.

Wen Ruan propped herself up on the edge of the bed. Her knees had been treated with medicine last night, and the pain was a little less than in the morning, but they were still a bit sore.

Just as she was about to get out of bed to go to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water, her phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated.

Wen Ruan picked up her phone and glanced at the screen. When she saw the familiar phone number, her fingers froze, and her stomach churned reflexively.

She hung up without thinking, but less than three seconds later, the phone rang again.

Wen Ruan pursed her lips slightly, stared at the screen for two seconds, and finally swiped to answer the call.

If she doesn't answer the phone, Wen Shaokang will keep calling.

They might even come looking for us...

"What is it?" Wen Ruan asked coldly.

Wen Shaokang's cloying voice came from the other end: "Ruan Ruan, Dad just wants to talk to you. How long has it been since you contacted Dad? And I haven't seen you lately either."

"There's nothing to say," Wen Ruan said coldly.

"Don't be so heartless. Dad just wants to see you, let's have a good talk. You can't hide from Dad forever, right?"

Wen Shaokang chuckled softly, completely disregarding her thoughts.

Wen Ruan's knuckles turned slightly white as she gripped her phone: "I won't see you. Forget about it."

"Ruan Ruan, it hurts my heart to hear you say that." Wen Shaokang sighed, his tone carrying a chilling threat. "If you don't want to see me, then I'll have no choice but to go to your workplace to find you."

"Then you'll let your colleagues and superiors see how you treat the adoptive father who raised you. What do you think?"

Wen Ruan was silent for a few seconds, then said coldly, "Go ahead and come. If you come, I'll call the police and say you're harassing and threatening me. Let's see if the police believe you or me."

After saying that, she hung up the phone and blacklisted the number.

She put down her phone; her palms were already soaked with cold sweat.

Why would Wen Shaokang suddenly contact her again?

She thought that after what happened last time, he would behave himself.

She suddenly remembered that Zhao Xiuyun had told her before that Wen Shaokang had been acting mysteriously lately and had even sent her photos to others.

What does he want to do?

Wen Ruan felt a sense of unease.

She still hasn't found the mastermind behind those three men who almost ruined her last time, and the police haven't made any clear progress either.

Could it be... related to Wen Shaokang?

She shook her head, suppressing the thought for the time being.

There's no use thinking about it now; she needs to ensure her own and her child's safety first.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Ruan changed into a loose-fitting knit sweater and trousers, picked up her shopping bags, and went out.

The refrigerator was already more than half empty, and she planned to go to the supermarket to buy some groceries while the weather was still nice today.

The supermarket was about a five-minute walk from the apartment. Wen Ruan pushed her shopping cart, picked out some vegetables and fruits in the fresh produce section, and then took two cartons of milk from the refrigerated section. After paying, she walked out of the supermarket carrying two bags.

As soon as she turned into the street leading back to her apartment, a figure suddenly rushed up from behind and forcefully grabbed the shopping bag in her right hand!

Caught off guard, Wen Ruan stumbled forward, her shopping bag flying out of her hand, spilling its contents—fruit and milk—all over the floor.

She instinctively turned around and saw a thin figure wearing a black baseball cap grab her crossbody bag, which she had casually hung on the handle of her shopping bag, and run away!

"Stop!" Wen Ruan shouted, instinctively wanting to give chase.

But after taking only two steps, a dull pain shot through her knee. She suddenly remembered that she was pregnant and abruptly stopped in her tracks.

She put the remaining shopping bag in her left hand on the ground, quickly took out her phone from her pocket, and dialed the police.

The other person ran too fast; she only had time to make out a blurry half-face under the brim of a hat and a gray sweatshirt.

He is about 1.7 meters tall and has a slender build.

The police arrived quickly, and Wen Ruan went to the police station to give a statement.

After listening to her description and recording the information on the computer, the young police officer on duty looked up at her and said, "That area is a busy downtown area with a lot of people. Also, the other person was wearing a hat, so if we didn't get a clear picture of their face, the chances of finding them are slim."

"We will try our best to retrieve nearby surveillance footage, but you'd better be prepared."

Wen Ruan nodded: "I understand, thank you for your help."

She didn't actually have high hopes.

As she got up to leave, she bumped into a familiar figure just as she reached the entrance of the police station lobby.

"Ms. Wen?" Officer Zhou, holding a stack of documents, looked somewhat surprised to see her. "What are you doing here?"

Wen Ruan briefly explained what had just happened, and Officer Zhou frowned after listening: "You've certainly had a lot going on around you lately."

"Okay, come with me to the lounge. I have something I'd like to discuss with you in person."

Wen Ruan followed him into the lounge at the end of the corridor. Officer Zhou closed the door, placed the documents in his hand on the table, and gestured for her to sit down.

"There's not much progress in Lin Xia's case so far," Officer Zhou said with a grave expression. "Her phone has been switched off since the incident, so we can't locate her."

"It cannot be ruled out that the phone has been destroyed by the murderer, or hidden somewhere we haven't found it yet."

"We detected two toxins in her body," Officer Zhou said in a low voice.

"One of them is 'Youlan,' and the other's specific composition has not yet been identified, but it is basically certain that she died of suffocation after enduring prolonged pain and torment while fully conscious..."

A chill ran down Wen Ruan's spine. "...Conscious? Youlan?"

The drug that Su Xiao had tried to inject her with before was also Youlan.

I never expected Lin Xia to also have this toxin in her body...

"Yes." Officer Zhou's expression was not good. "The murderer was very careful. No valuable biological traces were left at the scene... it was cleaned up very thoroughly."

Wen Ruan clenched the hem of her clothes, her fingertips icy cold.

She suddenly remembered the photo she had received before, the shocking red line on Lin Xia's neck, and the words on the back of the photo.

You could be next.

"...Officer Zhou," Wen Ruan said, her voice hoarse, "how's the investigation going with the package I received earlier?"

Officer Zhou shook his head: "There is no valid information on the package. The sender's address and phone number are fake. The package went through too many intermediaries and changed hands several times, making it impossible to pinpoint who sent it."