The next evening after work, Wen Zhi went to the hospital.
Her revenge—had officially begun.
Before coming, she had deliberately asked around. In the evenings, neither Su Nanying nor Wen Xue ever stayed behind to keep vigil.
This was the first time since Wen Renhao had been hospitalized that Wen Zhi appeared before him openly and without concealment.
When he saw her, Wen Renhao was briefly surprised. But very quickly, he put on the airs of a father, leaning on his seniority as he began to reprimand her.
From her refusal to visit or take care of him after his hospitalization, to her disobedience and refusal to break up with that "poor bastard"—
Not a single sentence carried even a trace of familial affection. Every word was an accusation.
Wen Zhi stood by the doorway of the ward, watching coldly as he rambled on.
Because she had long since stopped being that little girl who needed warmth from family…
Seeing that Wen Zhi remained unmoved no matter what he said, Wen Renhao changed tactics, softening his tone.
"Xiao Zhi, would Dad ever harm you? President Jin may be old, but aside from his age, there's really nothing wrong with him. Yes, I matched you with him for his money—but it was also for your own good. I truly don't want you to suffer poverty in the future by following that bastard."
Wen Zhi remained where she was, distant and unapproachable, and rebuked him coldly:
"Don't open your mouth and call people bastards. Whether Mo Tingyan is good or bad, he's never eaten a single grain of your rice—you have no right to insult him. And let me ask you—how much money do you actually owe outside?"
The moment she brought this up, Wen Renhao immediately answered,
"More than fifty million."
Wen Zhi's gaze darkened.
For a small company like the Wen family's, fifty million was indeed a devastating blow.
Even selling the villa would barely scrape together fifteen million.
She sneered mockingly.
"If I don't marry into the Jin family, and Mo Tingjue won't accept Wen Xue, then with your abilities, paying this back really is impossible."
Wen Renhao froze.
Wasn't Wen Xue going to the Mo family today to secure investment?
"What do you mean Mo Tingjue doesn't accept Wen Xue? Aren't they already together?"
Wen Zhi replied disdainfully,
"A one-night stand at best. Mo Tingjue never accepted Wen Xue at all—you didn't know? Oh, but even if you did, it doesn't matter anymore. I heard the Mo family offended the Mingguang Group recently. They're barely keeping their own heads above water."
Wen Renhao's face darkened further.
If the Mo family was in trouble too, didn't that mean they were finished as well?
Watching the anxiety spread across Wen Renhao's face, a cunning glint flashed in Wen Zhi's eyes.
"How about this," she said lightly. "I'll give you an idea—something to solve your urgent problem?"
Wen Renhao was startled.
"What idea?"
"I do," she replied calmly. "But before that… we need to meet someone."
The next afternoon, Wen Xue came to the hospital just to go through the motions.
To her, Wen Renhao was nothing more than a useless old man lying in bed, leaking urine, drowning in debt, yet still acting like a lord every day.
Her mother had already pretended to be ill and fled. Wen Xue wasn't even his biological daughter—why would she bother taking care of him?
After a quick visit, she slipped away.
In the lobby on the first floor, just as she stepped out of the elevator, she ran into President Jin, who had exited another elevator.
Wen Xue walked up in surprise and greeted him sweetly.
"President Jin, what a coincidence. You're at the hospital too?"
Jin Guolun looked at her with a gentle smile.
"It really is. I recently started seeing a young girlfriend. Her mother is hospitalized here, so I arranged a top-floor VIP ward and came to visit."
A newly acquainted girlfriend?
The moment Wen Xue heard this, alarm bells rang in her head.
That wouldn't do at all.
She was still planning to shove Wen Zhi into the Jin family and ruin her life by tying her to this old man!
With a radiant smile, she said,
"Can she really be prettier than my Xiao Zhi?"
"I don't have high standards for looks," Jin Guolun said casually. "As long as she's gentle and obedient."
Then, as if remembering something, he added,
"Oh right, Xiao Wen, I was just about to buy that girl a gift. She spent the night with me, after all—I should show some appreciation. I don't really understand women's handbags. If you have time, could you help me pick one?"
This was exactly the opportunity Wen Xue had been waiting for.
She immediately agreed.
"Of course. I'm free anyway—I'll go with you."
She followed Jin Guolun out and got into his car.
The car stopped in front of a luxury handbag boutique.
The moment the sales associate saw the luxury vehicle, she hurried out to greet them respectfully.
Wen Xue used to shop at places like this often, but she had never been treated with such deference.
Jin Guolun sat down and said to her,
"Xiao Wen, go take a look. See what kind of bags young women like these days. Pick one you like. Oh—and choose an elegant evening dress as well."
The sales associate immediately guided Wen Xue through the store, introducing each piece with meticulous courtesy.
Perhaps because Jin Guolun's spending level was different, instead of discounted items like before, everything shown to her today was from the latest collections.
Not a single bag cost less than one million.
She looked and looked. Finally, she chose a bag she fell in love with at first sight—priced at over three million.
She walked over, slung it over her shoulder, and stood in front of Jin Guolun.
"President Jin, this one looks quite nice—simple and clean."
He nodded.
"Then we'll take this one. Pick a dress too."
Wen Xue selected a strapless, knee-length gown and even tried it on, just as Jin Guolun suggested.
Once the dress was on, paired with the bag, Jin Guolun's eyes lit up instantly.
He stood up, circled her slowly, then leaned close to her ear and said in a greasy yet self-satisfied tone,
"Tsk… Miss Wen really is a young lady raised in wealth. Clothes and bags like these truly shine best on you."
The praise made Wen Xue feel lightheaded.
She coveted these things deeply—yet they were never truly hers.
Jin Guolun took out his black card and handed it to the sales associate.
Wen Xue couldn't help marveling.
Over four million in total—and this old man was this generous just buying gifts for a woman?
While the sales associate processed the payment, Jin Guolun continued to stare at Wen Xue.
If that little girl only had to sleep with him once to receive such generosity…
Then if it were her—
"President Jin," Wen Xue said softly, "I actually wanted to talk to you today about my sister. I really think you and my sister are very well matched."
"But right now," Jin Guolun smiled, "I find Miss Wen Xue far more dazzling."
"Then…" Wen Xue blushed shyly, "if I stayed with you for one night, could you…?"
Jin Guolun lifted his hand, hooked a finger under her chin, and leaned closer, oily but unapologetic.
"All of this," he said, "would be yours."
"And my sister?" Wen Xue asked.
Jin Guolun was a smart man. His lips curved upward.
"If Wen Zhi truly becomes my wife, I'll still treat you well. I'll make sure you live a life of luxury—how about that?"
Wen Xue's lips curled into a smile.
Other than that disgusting bastard yesterday, which of Wen Zhi's men hadn't she easily slept with?
If Wen Zhi really married this old man, while he secretly favored her behind the scenes…
Wouldn't she be able to suppress Wen Zhi for the rest of her life?
Just thinking about it felt intoxicating.
She looked at Jin Guolun, her eyes smiling, her gaze as seductive as could be…