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

Wen Ruan was silent for a few seconds, then looked up at Officer Zhou: "I want to ask you something."

"you say."

"Jiang Wanxing...is she unrelated to Lin Xia's case?"

Officer Zhou's gaze sharpened slightly as he asked, "Why do you ask that? I remember, Jiang Wanxing is Lin Xia's cousin."

Wen Ruan pursed her lips: "I have no evidence, it's just a gut feeling."

"Lin Xia has only been working at the Graduate Institute of Translation and Interpretation for a month, and her actions towards me were too deliberate. And her cousin, Jiang Wanxing, happens to have many subtle connections between us. And then there was that interview..."

Jiang Wanxing gave an interview shortly after Lin Xia's passing.

She even "unintentionally" revealed that she was the last person to see Lin Xia.

It's hard for her not to overthink.

After listening, Officer Zhou remained silent for a moment: "Currently, we haven't found any evidence directly pointing to Jiang Wanxing. But I'll keep your speculation in mind."

Wen Ruan nodded: "Thank you, Officer Zhou."

When she left the police station, it was already completely dark outside.

The night breeze, carrying a chill, brushed against her face, and Wen Ruan felt a heavy weight in her heart as she went home.

She had just reached the bottom of the apartment building when a figure suddenly emerged from the shadows of the entrance and blocked her way.

Wen Ruan stopped abruptly, her heart clenching as she saw who it was.

"How did you end up here?" Wen Ruan blurted out.

Wen Shaokang's cloudy eyes stared straight at her, and the turbulent emotions in his eyes made Wen Ruan instinctively take a half step back.

"Ruan Ruan, you're finally back! Dad has been waiting for you for so long." Wen Shaokang's tone was still that sticky, affectionate one.

His gaze swept over the shopping bags in her hands, and he said with concern, "Why did you go out to shop by yourself? Didn't Jiang Yubai have someone send you some food?"

"How exactly did he raise you?" Wen Shaokang asked, his tone full of displeasure.

Wen Ruan's voice turned cold: "I told you I wouldn't see you. If you don't leave, I'll call the police."

Wen Shaokang helplessly reached out to take the shopping bag from her hand, "Ruan Ruan, Dad will help you carry it and take you upstairs."

Wen Ruan was startled and instinctively protected her lower abdomen, taking a step back.

Wen Shaokang's smile froze for a moment as he looked at the hand she was instinctively using to protect her lower abdomen. "Why...why are you protecting your stomach?"

Wen Shaokang's face turned cold, his eyes fixed on her with a chilling gaze, as if he were a master of changing expressions, dangerously questioning, "Are you pregnant? Is it Jiang Yubai's child?"

Wen Ruan's heart sank. "This has nothing to do with you."

A surge of rage welled up in Wen Shaokang's eyes, and Wen Ruan tensed up, ready to escape immediately if he made any move.

To everyone's surprise, Wen Shaokang stared at her stomach for a long time, but managed to suppress his anger.

He slowly let out a twisted, cold laugh: "Ruan Ruan, you'll soon be going back to your father's side. Take good care of yourself, or your father will be heartbroken."

After saying that, Wen Shaokang turned and left, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

Wen Ruan immediately breathed a sigh of relief, her heart pounding wildly, and a layer of cold sweat seeping out of her back.

She practically ran home before she could finally breathe a sigh of relief...

Sitting on the sofa, Wen Ruan shivered as she recalled Wen Shaokang's cold gaze.

What did he mean by what he just said?

What do you mean she'll be back with him soon?

No matter how Wen Ruan thought about it, she felt very uneasy, so she simply took out her phone, opened a shopping app, and ordered several self-defense weapons.

She never bought these things before and wasn't used to making herself look scared.

But things are different now.

Even if she herself wasn't afraid, she was pregnant and couldn't let anything happen to the child.

Thinking of Wen Shaokang's cold and twisted expression, Wen Ruan pondered for a moment and then simply contacted Zhao Xiuyun.

Zhao Xiuyun's voice sounded surprised: "Ruan Ruan? What's wrong? Why are you calling so late?"

"Mom, are you free tomorrow? I'd like to see you; there's something I'd like to talk to you about."

Zhao Xiuyun thought for a moment, "Okay, then tomorrow morning at ten o'clock."

"Um."

Evening, at the Jiang family's old house.

Grandma Jiang was pruning an orchid in the flower room when Aunt Yu greeted her with a smile, "Madam, Miss Jiang has arrived."

"Let her in quickly." The old lady's eyes softened.

Jiang Wanxing was led in by the maid. The old lady washed her hands and took the handkerchief handed to her by Aunt Yu to wipe them. "Wanxing is here? Please sit down."

Jiang Wanxing sat down next to the old lady, hesitant to speak.

The old lady could tell at a glance that she had something to say. "What's wrong, Wanxing? You seem preoccupied?"

Jiang Wanxing frowned slightly. "Grandma, I came here today... because there's something I want to tell you, but I'm not sure if I should."

The old lady was slightly surprised: "What's troubling you so much?"

Jiang Wanxing pursed her lips, took out her phone, pulled up a video, and handed it to the old lady: "This... was sent to me anonymously, and I don't know what the other person's purpose is..."

"But after seeing it, I couldn't get it out of my mind, and I felt I should let you know."

The old lady took the phone, puzzled, and opened the video.

The footage appears to have been taken from a distance, and the angle is somewhat off, but you can clearly see Wen Ruan and a middle-aged man standing in front of the apartment building's entrance...

The man moved closer, and Wen Ruan stepped back. The two were very close, and Wen Ruan's hands were protecting her lower abdomen, her expression tense.

The video has no sound, but Wen Ruan's posture in the video clearly shows resistance...

After reading it, the old lady frowned deeply: "Isn't this Wen Shaokang? What are they...?"

Jiang Wanxing hesitated, "I don't know what happened between them, but this video looks like... Ruan Ruan seems to be very resistant to her adoptive father."

"Grandma, I heard that Ruan Ruan was taken in and raised by the Wen family from an orphanage, but she has never returned to the Wen family since she married Yu Bai."

"If outsiders find out about this, they'll inevitably gossip, saying that Yu Bai married an ungrateful wife..."

The old lady's expression darkened; he had known about this beforehand.

But he didn't bother to find out the specifics, and therefore criticized Wen Ruan.

But she never changed.

Fortunately, the video was sent to Jiang Wanxing; what if it had been exposed online directly?

The old lady was silent for a while before slowly saying, "You're right. A daughter-in-law of the Jiang family shouldn't be talked about behind her back."

But then she frowned again.

She had just had a falling out with Jiang Yubai because of Wen Ruan a few days ago. If she were to make a move against Wen Ruan now, it would be even more difficult to explain to Jiang Yubai...

The old lady knew very well that Jiang Yubai was now very protective of Wen Ruan. If she were to make a rash move, her grandson might really become completely estranged from her.

As if seeing through her concerns, Jiang Wanxing softly suggested, "Grandma, I have an idea, how about this..."

"You say it," the old lady said, looking at her.

"Why don't you just host a family banquet and invite the Wen family over? Outsiders will see that the two families are getting along well, which will look good on the surface..."