After her ninth miscarriage, she finally let her scumbag husband and her beloved get together.

On the way Cen Yuan was taking Xu Wantang back, Lin Yue hurried over.

"Second Young Master..."

Cen Yuan glanced at him, not letting him continue.

Xu Wantang realized they might have something important to discuss, so she tactfully moved her wheelchair herself.

"Second brother, I'm almost there, thank you."

After saying that, she left immediately.

Lin Yue then stepped forward, his expression grave, and said, "The old man wants you to come over."

Cen Yuan gently stroked the Buddhist prayer beads in his palm, his gaze serene and aloof.

"Let's go."

Lin Yue followed closely behind: "Second Young Master, the hospital surveillance footage has been processed, and the patient has been admitted to the Third Young Master's ward as you requested. As you predicted, it wasn't just the Third Young Master who went. The Third Young Master's urgency to be discharged is probably also because of him."

"Who?"

"The head of the obstetrics department at the hospital is Lin Zhuozhong," Lin Yue continued. "His resume is very clean, and he graduated from a prestigious university with an excellent reputation. We couldn't find any conflict between him and the third young mistress."

"He's not the one with whom we have a grudge. Continue the investigation," Cen Yuan said thoughtfully.

"Still investigating?"

Lin Yue frowned and hesitated: "Second Young Master, the old man is so shrewd, he must have figured out something when he suddenly contacted you..."

Cen Yuan glanced at him silently, the words Ji Yan had said before leaving flashing through his mind.

"You...have you been living in the mountains for too long? You see everyone as an angel. Okay, I admit she is."

"..."

"Beware of the old fox."

Thinking this, Cen Yuan had already entered the study.

Grandpa Cen and the butler are playing chess.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the butler immediately stood up: "Second Young Master."

Grandpa Cen held the white chess piece without looking up: "Come, come, play a game of chess with Grandpa."

"Um."

Cen Yuan sat down and glanced at the chessboard.

It's practically a dead end.

He slowly picked up the black piece and placed it down.

Seeing his casual demeanor, Old Master Cen smiled and asked, "When did you become so close to the third son's family?"

He didn't mention Xu Wantang's name, but instead used the name of the third son's family.

It's like talking about the owner of an item.

Cen Yuan toyed with the black piece: "Not familiar with it."

"The day Sun Wei had his accident, you seemed to come home very late. You prefer quiet and don't like crowds, where did you go?"

Grandpa Cen continued playing chess, his conversation subtly hinting at something.

Cen Yuan said calmly, "I sat in the tea room with Ji Yan for a while. Would you like to see the security footage?"

Old Master Cen paused as he placed his piece, his brow furrowing noticeably.

"You've certainly made all the preparations."

"Then what do you want me to admit? If I admit it, does that make Cen Shichuan's outrageous actions seem more justifiable? And will this family be peaceful again?"

"you……"

Old Master Cen choked, and the white piece in his hand fell elsewhere.

He wanted to pick up the heavy instrument again, but then he heard Cen Yuan's calm voice coming from the other side.

"Once a move is made, there's no going back."

He held a black piece between two fingers, his slender hand sweeping across the board before gently placing the piece.

"When we were little, you taught us to play chess and said that you must concentrate when playing chess, otherwise one wrong move will lead to the loss of the whole game."

"Grandpa, you lost."

Grandpa Cen looked at the chessboard in surprise.

Cen Yuan actually managed to turn the tide of battle right under his nose.

He gripped the white chess piece tightly, his face darkening: "Cen Yuan, he is, after all, your brother."

Double entendre.

Only Cen Yuan and Old Master Cen know the deeper meaning.

Cen Yuan raised his eyes, his gaze as deep as the night: "If I really wanted to take it, what could he do to me, he's my brother?"

The same double entendre in the answer.

After saying that, he slowly stood up.

"Is there anything else? If not, I'll head back now."

"..."

Grandpa Cen watched Cen Yuan's departing figure, his face tense.

"Should I not have let him come back?"

The butler served hot tea: "There are some things that only the Second Young Master can handle. Please wait a moment."

Old Master Cen took a sip of tea, but his heart remained uneasy.

"Xu Wantang has been restless lately."

"I see."

The butler nodded.

……

into the night.

Xu Wantang slept with her body in a cast, making it difficult for her to even turn over.

I never sleep well when I'm in the hospital.

I don't know what happened to me today, but I fell asleep as soon as I lay down on the bed.

When she opened her eyes, she found that she was not in her own room.

The room has a large four-poster bed, next to which is a huge double walk-in closet.

A row of cabinets was filled with dresses of various shades of purple, from light to dark.

The other row consists of men in neatly ironed handmade suits.

Xu Wantang was stunned.

Suddenly I realized she was dreaming.

But she had no recollection of this place.

Just as she was wondering, a man's voice came from the dressing room.

"woke up?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cen Shichuan walked to the bedside while buttoning his shirt.

"Does your leg still hurt? Don't overdo it with dance practice."

He leaned closer and placed one hand on her leg.

The warm, realistic touch startled Xu Wantang so much that she wanted to back away.

But her hands involuntarily wrapped around Cen Shichuan's neck.

"Shichuan, this dance competition is my dream, but unfortunately I haven't fully recovered from my car accident and can't dance with the same feeling as before."

That sound...

Before Xu Wantang could react, Cen Shichuan suddenly kissed her.

Thankfully, I only kissed her forehead.

But the damp touch still sent chills down her spine.

Then she had a USB drive in her hand.

It's shaped like a little rabbit, with one of the ears being a cover that you can peel off to use.

This contains all of Xu Wantang's hard work in dance.

Cen Shichuan pressed close to her and said in a deep voice, "I will give you whatever you want."

"Shi Chuan, aren't you afraid she'll make a scene?"

"She's already in the hospital preparing for IVF, and all she can think about is having a baby, so she's not making a fuss."

Cen Shichuan spoke coldly, a slender hand hooking his tie.

"If she really gets pregnant, will you soften your stance?"

Before she could finish speaking, Cen Shichuan grasped her hand.

"No, she lied to you about offering herself..."

She raised her hand and covered Cen Shichuan's lips: "I believe you."

As she spoke, she tugged at Cen Shichuan's tie and kissed him.

Cen Shichuan looked at her face, a strange expression flashing in his eyes, and raised his hand to grasp her shoulder.

"I have a company meeting, and I'm running out of time."

"……good."

Cen Shichuan put on his suit and turned to leave the room.

The next second, Xu Wantang stood up uncontrollably and walked to the dressing table.

As the body slowly settles into a seat.

She could see the person in the mirror clearly, just as she had guessed.

Xu Chuxue.

Unable to control her body, Xu Wantang was forced to stare at the mirror just like Xu Chuxue.

She couldn't explain this phenomenon; perhaps it was the only connection between the two sisters.

At this moment, Xu Chuxue suddenly stood up, wishing she could press her face against the mirror.

Immediately, she frantically picked up the cushion and patted it onto her face.

Xu Chuxue loves beauty, and Xu Wantang knows it.

But she loves her skin, which she has meticulously maintained, even more, and would never wear makeup overnight.

Xu Chuxue seemed dissatisfied with her makeup and began to vigorously remove it.

At this moment, Xu Wantang finally noticed a scar on Xu Chuxue's right cheek.

It extends from the jaw to the ear.

It's not deep, but rather thin and long.

However, Xu Chuxue has a tendency to form keloids, and even small wounds are prone to keloid formation.

So the thin scar is somewhat raised, like a protruding strip of flesh cutting across the entire face.

However, it won't be noticeable if you apply a little foundation.

Xu Wantang recalled the real world and realized that Xu Chuxue was indeed wearing a mask and was fully made up.

Judging from the condition of the scars, they were probably left from a car accident.

The thick fog left Xu Wantang completely bewildered.

Xu Chuxue covered her face and dialed a number.

"Director Lin, have you found the plastic surgeon I needed?"