Chapter 25 He Regretted Being With Her

Wen Jin’s voice was so soft it was almost inaudible to anyone but herself.

After Sheng Yang ended the call, he raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Wen Jin. "Did you hear what I just said?"

Wen Jin avoided his gaze, quietly regulating her emotions.

It wasn’t the first time she’d heard such words from Sheng Yang. He always seemed overly concerned, as if afraid she was coveting his wife’s position.

He kept finding ways, over and over, to warn her not to entertain such delusions.

But that wasn’t the case.

Lowering her eyes to her toes, Wen Jin gave a faint acknowledgment.

Sheng Yang showed no sign of embarrassment at being seen through. Instead, he asked, "You haven’t forgotten the French I taught you, have you?"

For a moment, she felt confused, but then she realized Sheng Yang had deliberately spoken so she would overhear.

He remembered she knew French and spoke intentionally in front of her.

Wen Jin’s fingers curled slightly before she spoke slowly, "I understand everything you mentioned. Rest assured, I have no improper thoughts about you."

After a pause, she added, "So you don’t need to rack your brain trying to guard against me."

Nor do you need to pretend to have amnesia just to get rid of me.

This was something Wen Jin could never come to terms with: Sheng Yang would stoop to such lengths to distance himself from her.

But clearly, she wasn’t clinging to him.

If only Sheng Yang would say once to her that he regretted being with her—

She would pretend none of it ever happened.

No one would willingly offer their true heart only to be treated like a persistent, clingy nuisance.

Wen Jin looked at Sheng Yang; her eyes were peaceful and still, like a lake without a ripple.

It seemed impossible to stir even the slightest wave.

Sheng Yang barely furrowed his brow. His lowered eyelashes shielded her gaze.

In a tone devoid of any warmth, he said, "You speak so nicely, but who would believe you?"

If Wen Jin truly didn’t care about her position as the young mistress of the Sheng family, how could she have endured so much humiliation by his side for so long?

Sheng Yang didn’t believe Wen Jin was truly free of ulterior motives.

She was just very good at pretending.

Wen Jin felt a headache coming on. After a quiet moment, she said, "Sheng Yang, my father’s situation can’t be delayed any longer."

Returning to Meiyuan with him was for this very reason.

She had to remind Sheng Yang once more.

He caught the fleeting look in her eyes but dismissed it as a mere mask after being exposed.

He sneered arrogantly, "The person Wen Chaosheng fought with has the surname Wen."

"By relation, that man is considered Wen You’s uncle, so the person you should be looking for is actually Wen You."

After saying this, Sheng Yang turned and walked away.

Wen Jin was left standing alone in the living room, lost in thought.

She had barely slept all night, her mind replaying Sheng Yang’s words.

The person who fought with Wen Chaosheng was from the Wen family.

No wonder Sheng Yang was so protective of that man, and no wonder even Qiao Qiao’s family couldn’t uncover any information about him.

Wen Jin sat on her bed, the light from her phone flickering on and off, revealing the full extent of her worries.

A sharp pain throbbed at her temples, and only then did she realize—in hindsight—perhaps Qiao Qiao’s words were prophetic: Wen You had deliberately sent someone to provoke Wen Chaosheng.

Early the next morning, she went back to the prison.

She needed to confirm those details carefully.

But Wen Chaosheng only looked at her sadly and said, "Xiao Jin, don’t worry about my matters. Dad only hopes you can be happy."

Wen Jin shook her head. "How could I be happy seeing you like this?"

Moreover, if Wen You was truly behind this, then she had implicated her father.

She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them with a resolute gleam.

She murmured, "Dad, I won’t let you suffer any longer."

After visiting hours ended, Wen Jin went straight to the warden’s office.

She obtained contact information for the prison guard—Wen Tao.

Even though she had prepared herself mentally, when she arrived at the address and saw Wen You in person, Wen Jin couldn’t help but clench her fists.

Wen You was speaking with a middle-aged man. Upon seeing Wen Jin, her brows knit briefly but then relaxed.

She lowered her head to say something to the man, who then looked in Wen Jin’s direction.

Wen Jin stepped forward. "Mr. Wen, hello. I am Wen Chaosheng’s daughter, Wen Jin."

"I have some questions about the altercation between my father and you—"

Before she could finish, Wen Tao scoffed coldly, "The daughter of a murderer? How dare you come before me?"

"What? Your father caused a fatal hit-and-run and now wants to beat me to death?"

Wen Tao’s temper flared, interrupting Wen Jin several times when she tried to speak.

Wen You patted his shoulder disapprovingly and said to Wen Jin, "Wen Jin, I don’t know what you intend by coming here today, but my uncle clearly shouldn’t be provoked right now. I hope you leave."

Wen Jin lowered her eyes to Wen Tao, who wore a hospital gown but bore no obvious wounds.

She had also visited the doctor’s office earlier and knew Wen Tao had no internal injuries either.

In comparison, Wen Chaosheng’s injuries were much more severe.

Noticing her gaze, Wen You’s expression remained unchanged. "Wen Jin, I know why you’re here—to ask me to make my uncle drop the charges against Wen Chaosheng, right?"

Wen Jin looked at her steadily. "There are other inmates who can testify that Mr. Wen was the first to provoke."

"Oh, really?" Wen You smiled, sarcasm plain in her eyes. "Then why is only Wen Chaosheng convicted? Is it because he has a prior record?"

Wen Jin stood straight, expression blank, the darkness in her eyes sinking deep, cold and desolate.

"Wen You, sometimes I admire your courage to never fear retribution."

Wen You’s expression stiffened for a moment. Then her gaze, sharp as poisoned blades, fixed on Wen Jin. "Talk of retribution is just a consolation for useless people like you."

"Besides—" She glanced at the time on her phone and retorted, "Why should I fear retribution?"

Some people simply radiate incompatible auras, like Wen Jin and Wen You.

Wen You clearly remembered the first time she saw Wen Jin—she disliked her instantly.

A nanny’s daughter, yet she could capture everyone’s attention.

Why should that be?

As a figure approached the hospital door, Wen You stepped forward and leaned close to Wen Jin’s ear, whispering, "Wen Jin, people like you and your father—no matter how much I kill you, I won’t suffer retribution."

"Because you were born despicable."

Even knowing she was provoking, even knowing likely eyes were watching, Wen Jin raised her hand and slapped Wen You across the face.

The sharp slap echoed crisply in the hospital room.

In the next moment, someone grabbed Wen Jin’s shoulders from behind and shoved her aside.

Her shoulder slammed into the wall, her entire arm tingling numb from the force used.

Enduring the pain, Wen Jin lifted her eyes to meet Sheng Yang’s icy, piercing stare.

His brow furrowed, lips curling slightly as he uttered, "Are you looking for death?"

Facing his predatory gaze, Wen Jin slowly stood, unsure how badly her shoulder was hurt; the aching numbness spread through her body.

Her head spun as well.

Watching Sheng Yang protectively stand before Wen You, Wen Jin tugged at the corner of her mouth but kept her gaze fixed on Wen You.

She said, "Do you really think I’m afraid to fight you, Wen You?"

Even if Wen You was merely acting for Sheng Yang’s sake, it didn’t matter.

She hated Wen You, and they would never get along.

Touching the scar on her ring finger, a wound once seared by Wen You, Wen Jin felt her slap was well deserved.