After a night of tangled sheets, although the old man's stamina and performance were both laughably poor, Wen Xue still got exactly what she wanted—the luxury bag and designer dress.
She put everything on, dressed to the nines, and left the hotel.
She thought this would remain a secret known only to heaven, herself, and that old man.
But two hours later—
A censored video of her in bed with President Jin exploded across the internet, spreading like wildfire.
Wen Xue never imagined she'd been secretly filmed. Her mind went completely blank.
In her daze, her phone rang. Seeing Wen Zhi's name on the screen, her heart sank with a terrible premonition. She hung up immediately, refusing to answer.
Wen Zhi didn't seem bothered at all. A text message followed right after—one that nearly made Wen Xue explode on the spot.
"Dear sister, what a coincidence~ I accidentally picked up a video. Turns out it's yours… tsk tsk, the footage is way too explicit to post directly. Look how kind I am—I even helped you censor it."
Wen Xue felt her scalp go numb.
That damned woman—she'd been completely set up!
She hurriedly called her mother. Learning that Su Nanying was at the hospital, Wen Xue rushed there immediately.
The moment she entered the ward, she threw herself into Su Nanying's arms and burst into tears.
"Mom! I was schemed against by Wen Zhi! I've always treated her so well—how could she stab me in the back like this?"
Su Nanying wiped her own tears and turned to look at Wen Renhao, resentment flashing in her eyes.
"I treated her like my own daughter, but she's always treated me like an enemy. Now she's gone this far—aren't you going to say anything as her father?"
"What can I even say?" Wen Renhao replied coldly. "You can't force a cow to drink water. If Xiao Xue hadn't gone to a hotel with President Jin, hadn't done something so disgraceful, how could that little brat have found an opening?"
Wen Xue's face stiffened.
She'd only wanted those gifts—what was so wrong about that?
It was clearly Wen Zhi who was vicious!
Even Su Nanying was choked by Wen Renhao's words. She snapped angrily,
"Enough! What's the point of blaming Xiao Xue now? Hurry up and think of a solution—what are we supposed to do?"
Wen Renhao let out a heavy sigh.
"After something this shameful, what else can we do? If possible, marrying into the Jin family is the best option. Since Wen Zhi refuses, I'll go speak on Xiao Xue's behalf and let her marry instead…"
Wen Xue panicked.
"I don't want to marry that old man! My boyfriend is Mo Tingjue!"
"Mo Tingjue?" Wen Renhao sneered. "You're still dreaming? I already called him before—he doesn't acknowledge being with you at all. And now look at you, involved in such ugly affairs with President Jin. With how little self-respect you have, it's still uncertain whether President Jin even wants you. How do you still dare to be picky?"
His voice turned colder.
"Besides, Wen Zhi has that video of you. She already hates you for sleeping with her man. If she really uses that video against you, do you think you'll ever be able to marry well again?"
Hearing this, Wen Xue finally understood her situation.
Once the video went public, her dream of marrying into a prestigious family—on her own terms—was completely shattered.
She turned around and ran out of the ward, crying.
But in the end… she couldn't swallow this humiliation.
So she went straight to Wen Zhi's apartment building to block her.
Meanwhile, over the past two days, Mo Tingyan had already talked himself into a good mood.
He figured Wen Zhi didn't trust him simply because all the men she'd known growing up were trash. Naturally, she lacked faith in men.
If that was the case, then he'd rebuild her sense of trust himself.
Over these two days, the two of them returned to their usual rhythm—simple, peaceful, comfortable.
That evening, after finishing their flight and getting out of the car, Wen Xue suddenly rushed out, her face twisted with fury.
Mo Tingyan instinctively pulled Wen Zhi behind him, shooting Wen Xue a disgusted look.
"Why are you back at my doorstep again?"
"Shut up!" Wen Xue screamed. "You're just a bastard—what right do you have to talk to me?"
Mo Tingyan's expression darkened. Before he could react—
Smack!
Wen Zhi stepped forward and slapped Wen Xue hard across the face.
"Watch your mouth," Wen Zhi snapped coldly. "My man isn't someone you get to comment on."
Mo Tingyan raised an eyebrow.
Another day of being protected by his wife—
Not bad at all.
Wen Xue, furious, raised her hand to strike back.
Wen Zhi lifted her chin and sneered.
"Go on. Try hitting me."
Wen Xue: "..."
With leverage hanging over her head, she really didn't dare. She could only withdraw her hand angrily.
Wen Zhi turned to Mo Tingyan.
"Go home first. I'll be right there."
Seeing that Wen Zhi clearly wasn't about to be bullied, Mo Tingyan whistled and went inside.
After he left, Wen Zhi crossed her arms and looked down at Wen Xue.
"Talk."
"Why did you scheme against me?" Wen Xue demanded.
Wen Zhi raised an eyebrow, recalling the meeting she'd arranged with Jin Guolun the day before.
Back then, she hadn't wasted words. She'd simply handed Jin Guolun her marriage certificate with Mo Tingyan.
"President Jin, I know you're interested in me. This face of mine does attract people—but I've been married for over two months, and I will never divorce. With a family fortune as big as yours, you wouldn't want your reputation ruined over someone like me, right?"
Jin Guolun's face had darkened, but he hadn't spoken.
Wen Zhi continued leisurely,
"However, while I'm married, my family does desperately need your investment. So—what do you think of Wen Xue?"
"She's above average in looks among women. Your money doesn't tempt me—but it's different for her. An expensive bag or a piece of jewelry is more than enough to make her worship you. Isn't that what you want—a young, obedient decorative vase?"
Wen Zhi had merely pointed him in the right direction.
She hadn't expected Jin Guolun to be so quick on the uptake—using just one bag to get Wen Xue into bed, and even handing over the video to her so she could "assist" him in securing the marriage.
Now, facing Wen Xue's furious expression, Wen Zhi wore a deliberately mocking smile.
"Oh my, sister, how can you say I schemed against you?" she said sweetly.
"Being able to marry Uncle Jin is a blessing. He was carefully chosen by my dad and your mom back then—rich, powerful. You're so lucky, marrying into such a wealthy family!"
Those were the exact words Wen Xue had once used to humiliate Wen Zhi.
Remembering that, Wen Xue nearly went insane.
"Shut up! How can your heart be so black!"
Wen Zhi's eyes darkened. She stepped forward and grabbed Wen Xue by the collar, her gaze icy with hatred.
"I wouldn't dare compare myself to you and your mother when it comes to being despicable. Who was it that spread her legs for an old man just for four million worth of gifts? You degrade yourself—and then blame others?"
"You—!"
"And one more thing," Wen Zhi said with a cold, mocking smile. "Since you were brave enough to sneak around and seduce my man behind my back, I'll reward you with another little secret."
She leaned closer, her voice dropping so only the two of them could hear—