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

Ji Yan paused for a moment, then continued, "The West Courtyard is where the Second Young Master's mother lived before she fell ill. The Second Young Master has always been reluctant to come back, but he actually said he wants to move back. With him around, the Third Young Master's actions will be restricted."

"Besides, would someone as composed as the Second Young Master casually show off a cute phone case? Isn't it just to provoke Cen Shichuan in front of the Old Master? If the Old Master throws tea in his face, and it gets out tomorrow, it'll be no different from publicly humiliating the Third Young Master."

"Isn't letting you watch from the sidelines just so you can vent your anger?"

"The most crucial question is, do you really think that the five billion in that contract only represents money?"

Ji Yan stopped there, nodded, and left after speaking.

Xu Wantang stood there blankly for a long while.

My mind is a mess.

She only came to her senses and retreated to the door when she heard the elevator.

When Old Master Cen saw her, he snorted coldly before leaving.

When Xu Wantang looked up, she saw only Cen Shichuan in front of her.

His face was grim as he stared intently at Xu Wantang, coldly asking, "What does this have to do with you?"

It's as if he would believe Xu Wantang if she said it was okay.

But I still have to say it.

Xu Wantang looked completely innocent: "No, didn't I obediently go upstairs as you said?"

Cen Shichuan continued to stare at her, but did not say anything.

Xu Wantang felt uncomfortable under their gaze and turned around, saying, "Then I'll go back to my room first."

"Wait a moment."

Cen Shichuan called out to her, pointing to the sofa and saying, "Go sit down."

Xu Wantang felt a surge of irritation.

But having just resolved a major concern, there was really no need for her to clash with Cen Shichuan again.

So she obediently sat on the sofa.

Cen Shichuan also stopped beside her.

He took out a tube of ointment: "Your knees are swollen. Put some ointment on them and then go rest."

"..."

Xu Wantang was genuinely surprised.

She had been hurt in the Cen family before, and Cen Shichuan just said she got what she deserved and that was the end of it.

Now they've even prepared ointment for her.

Cen Shichuan unscrewed the lid and said calmly, "I was too hasty today. Don't take the past to heart. After all, husband and wife are meant to spend their whole lives together."

Xu Wantang pursed her lips. What did she do to deserve spending her life with someone like him?

After seeing the ointment in Cen Shichuan's hand, she raised her hand to block his hand.

"Third Young Master, there's no need to trouble yourself."

"Soon, weren't you going to dance?"

Cen Shichuan reverted to his former self—the dignified and elegant Third Young Master—who always appeared so refined in public.

But Xu Wantang did not put her hand down.

She reminded him, "Third Young Master, I'm allergic to this ointment."

This ointment is the one Xu Chuxue often uses to treat dance injuries.

Xu Wantang had mentioned to her family and Cen Shichuan more than once that she would have an allergic reaction and experience unbearable itching after using it.

But nobody cared.

Cen Shichuan paused, his hand holding the ointment still.

Looking up as if to say something, Xu Wantang interrupted him directly: "Third Young Master, I have my own ointment. You must be tired tonight, so get some rest. I'm going back to my room."

She got up and left.

Cen Shichuan stared gloomily at Xu Wantang's back, his fingers clenching, squeezing the ointment everywhere, but he didn't care.

"Lu Jiu, you're right."

Lu Jiu didn't react at first, and leaned closer to ask, "Third Young Master, what did you say?"

"Some things only get out of control if they become real," Cen Shichuan said coldly.

Lu Jiu realized that Cen Shichuan was referring to the marriage certificate.

If it were before today, he would definitely have listened to Cen Shichuan.

But today I see clearly Xu Wantang's rejection and... Cen Yuan's subtle protection.

Does Xu Wantang really want to marry Cen Shichuan?

He hesitated and said, "Third Young Master, back then, to put Third Madam at ease, you gave her the fake marriage certificate and the marriage documents with the real signature for safekeeping. I will try to get them back for you, but Third Madam has never liked Young Madam, so it will probably take some time."

"No need for that trouble, I'll go get it from my mom. You just need to help me get the real marriage certificate as soon as possible," Cen Shichuan ordered.

Lu Jiu had no way to refute it and nodded, "Yes."

……

When Xu Wantang returned to her room, she found a small bag hanging on the doorknob.

She opened it and found it was a very familiar ointment.

It was given to her by Cen Yuan before.

Did he come to deliver medicine before he left?

That's not right.

How did he know she lived in this small room?

Just then, the maid came over carrying the things that had been taken from her.

"Here's your stuff. Oh, by the way, the discipline officer just asked you which room you were staying in, and said he'd hang your things that you left by the door on your door. Did you get them?"

"Got it."

Xu Wantang put away the ointment, picked up her belongings, and went into her room.

After locking the door, she immediately took a shower, changed back into her own clothes, and casually tossed the pajamas embroidered with her name aside.

Lying back in bed, she rubbed her knees with ointment, her mind filled with Ji Yan's words before he left.

If 5 billion doesn't represent money, what does it represent?

Just as she was repeating the word "fifty billion", she suddenly realized something.

Five billion doesn't just represent money, it also represents power within the company.

Cen Yuan could use this loophole to threaten Cen Shichuan, or even the biased Old Master Cen.

But he...

Xu Wantang suddenly sat up in bed, her heart pounding as if it had been accelerated.

She instinctively picked up her phone, opened the chat window, and started typing and deleting...

Afraid of being delusional, yet unable to stop overthinking, her mood fluctuated even more than that of the unpredictable Cen Shichuan.

She fell back onto the bed, rolled over a couple of times, and then picked up her phone to send a message.

"Second brother, are you asleep?"

Half a minute later, Cen Yuan replied.

"bath."

"..."

Xu Wantang's hand trembled, and the phone fell to the ground.

Ah!

She covered her nose and buried her face in the cashmere blanket, but that couldn't stop her skin from turning red.

He...he...has changed too.

Ten minutes later, Cen Yuan sent a message.

"What is it?"

"That contract..."

Xu Wantang didn't understand these things very well, and didn't know how to phrase things correctly.

"Don't worry about it. The old man can make up for it with this little bit of money. He can't bear to see Cen Shichuan being threatened."

For some reason, Xu Wantang felt a pang of sadness after reading those words.

The most powerful person in the Cen family is clearly Cen Yuan.

Over the years, his status as a Buddhist disciple has brought the Cen family much convenience and respect.

Even if Cen Shichuan is now in a wheelchair.

However, the elders still subconsciously favor Cen Shichuan.

Just like her parents and brother, their favoritism and dislike of Xu Chuxue were unreasonable, which made her feel powerless.

Pulling herself back to reality, Xu Wantang subconsciously replied with a message.

"Second brother, thank you. You are really amazing, more amazing than anyone else."

"Anyone?"

"Um."

In the future, Cen Yuan will be powerful, but he will be one of the few members of the Cen family who insists on personally engaging in charity work.

Such a person is almost perfect, how could they not be amazing?

After replying, Xu Wantang realized that she had rubbed the ointment onto the cashmere blanket when she rolled around.

She immediately got out of bed, grabbed a blanket, and went to the bathroom to clean herself.

When she got back to bed, she found that Cen Yuan had retracted a message.

"Second brother, what did you just send? I didn't see it."