Chapter 64: Knowing the Truth

“Nurse! Nurse!” As soon as the male nurse entered Room 1302, he saw Wen Lan Sheng lying on the floor, his face as white as a sheet of paper, his expression filled with pain, and blood gushing from his wrist.

The male nurse hurriedly helped him onto the bed and rebandaged him. Out of sympathy for the original spouse, he spoke in a very gentle voice: “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine soon, the bleeding will stop soon.”

Wen Lan Sheng bit his colorless lips and said weakly, “Go find a doctor for me.”

The male nurse said, “Don’t worry, once the wound is bandaged, it won’t bleed anymore. Don’t be afraid.”

“I don’t care if it bleeds or not!” Wen Lan Sheng fell back on the bed, his forehead covered in a dense layer of fine sweat. “Go find a doctor, give me an examination.”

The male nurse was stunned for a moment and said, “You didn’t take sleeping pills, did you? We’d have to pump your stomach quickly if you did.”

Wen Lan Sheng shook his head, “I want an obstetrics examination.”

Hearing that he hadn’t taken sleeping pills, the male nurse visibly relaxed. “Your body is too weak. Let’s do the examination tomorrow.”

Wen Lan Sheng suddenly grabbed his hand, “I want an examination, now! Immediately!”

Although Rong Xiu’s words were harsh, they truly frightened him. He was terrified. If he had really damaged his body due to the abortion he had back then and couldn’t bear children for Fan Xia, to continue the family line, then what value did he have as a man? What right did he have to live in this world?

His body shook with cold, but he was desperate to prove that his body was healthy and capable of bearing children.

The male nurse, dizzy from being shaken, said, “Mr. Wen, please calm down. It’s 1 AM now, the doctors who perform examinations have all gone off duty. Even if you want an examination, you’ll have to wait until they come to work tomorrow. However, I can help you make an appointment in advance, so you’ll be the first to be examined when they start work tomorrow.”

Wen Lan Sheng finally calmed down a bit, “Make the appointment now, immediately!”

The male nurse immediately went out to arrange the appointment.

Wen Lan Sheng looked at his bandaged hand. Even though his emotions had stabilized somewhat, his hands and feet were still ice-cold, as if the blood lost from his suicide attempt had taken away all the warmth from his body. He felt as cold as if he were lying on a chopping board. Tomorrow’s examination would be like a butcher’s judgment on him. What if he really couldn’t bear children? Would Fan Xia despise him?

But he had chosen to have an abortion for the sake of Fan Xia’s future. He didn’t want Fan Xia to become an unmarried mother at seventeen, burdened with the cost of a child before even taking the college entrance exam. If the abortion had really damaged his body, she should feel guilty, right? Perhaps she would return to him out of guilt?

With these delusions, Wen Lan Sheng weakly fell asleep.

Rong Xiu walked out of the hospital building, unhurriedly took out his phone, and opened the frenzied thread on the Four-Leaf Clover forum. Looking at the photos of Wen Lan Sheng’s suicide attempt by cutting his wrists, the corner of his mouth curled into a cold arc, as if mocking a ridiculous clown.

Wen Lan Sheng thought he knew nothing, deliberately leaking information bit by bit online, being ambiguous, piquing the interest of onlookers. When attention gradually rose, he would reveal his identity, ruining his reputation and labeling him as a morally corrupt third party who destroyed someone else’s marriage.

Then he would go to Fan Xia to reconcile. As long as they could get back together, the outside discussions would gradually die down, and they would still be that happy, loving couple they once were.

And he would be the vulgar and vicious philanderer, willingly degrading himself to become a third party, a schemer who ended up being abandoned in the end.

Wen Lan Sheng had achieved his goal, the onlookers were having a mental orgasm, only he would be skulking in a dark, closed-off corner, like a rat crossing the street, afraid to show his face. He might even have to flee abroad due to his ruined reputation, despised by everyone in the country.

Heh—

It was a good idea, but Wen Lan Sheng was ultimately too naive.

A cold light flickered in Rong Xiu’s indifferent eyes. Did this inexperienced house husband really think that posting a few threads online would be enough to make him pointed at by thousands and retreat in disgrace?

What Rong Xiu feared least was being pointed at by thousands.

Back when he took over the Mountain Sea Group during its most turbulent time, he single-handedly saved the company that was about to capsize due to a bribery scandal. At that time, there were all sorts of rumors behind his back, slandering him for using his body to bribe officials, accusing him of being some official’s lover, or some second-generation rich kid’s white glove. Otherwise, how could a man possibly support such a large business?

Too many slanders were pinned on him, and they all came from the mouths of businessmen and rich husbands of the same class as him. He didn’t care about any of it. Mere scattered forces on the internet, with no direct interest in him, thought they could trip him up? What a joke!

A celebrity who cheats and becomes a third party might be forced to retire from the industry due to boycotts, with no one watching their shows or listening to their songs.

But he was the chairman of Mountain Sea Group, with absolute controlling rights. No matter who steps down, he won’t step down. And what he does isn’t an industry that needs to please the masses. As the largest private hospital group and pharmaceutical company in the country, how could those people standing with Wen Lan Sheng boycott him? By never getting sick in their lives?

These people are making a big fuss online now, at most they might throw some paint on his house, hang some banners, maybe cause a temporary fluctuation in stock prices, but they can’t even touch a hair on Mountain Sea Group.

When the public relations department informed Rong Xiu about this post made by Wen Lan Sheng, he had already weighed the pros and cons in his mind.

If this matter was exposed, Fan Xia would see Wen Lan Sheng’s true face and completely cut ties with him for good.

And he would only lose some insignificant reputation. Perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, he would be the undeniable third party, tainted for life, unable to turn things around. His father, his sister, when they see him again, their eyes would reveal a complex expression and silent reproach, blaming him for tarnishing the Rong family’s reputation.

But if these could be exchanged for Fan Xia’s pity towards him, then it would be worth it, very worth it.

The cold wind of early November blew, making his face, as white as porcelain, flush slightly with an unusual redness. He pulled his clothes tighter and walked towards the parking lot against the wind.

Fan Xia sat in the car, her slender white hand lazily stretched out of the window, like a flower blooming serenely in the night.

Rong Xiu bent down to get in the car, fastened his seatbelt, and looked up to meet Fan Xia’s clear, moist eyes.

She asked gently, “Did you argue with him?”

Rong Xiu nodded, still carrying the chill on his body: “Yes, he deliberately threatened you, and I know you don’t like being threatened. I couldn’t do much because he’s a man, but I can. I’m a man and also the knife in your hand.”

Fan Xia smiled faintly. She was wearing a casual autumn-colored long dress, the light gauze skirt falling softly beside her hand. She raised her hand, her fingertips inadvertently catching the light gauze, lifting a veil like the moon curtain and letting it fall lightly. Her warm hands cupped his hands, gently rubbing them.

Rong Xiu’s cold hands, as if pulled out of an ice cellar, were sent into a warm, dry fireplace.

Fan Xia lowered her head, holding his hands, her voice carrying a gentle, loving tone: “Rong Xiu, you are not my knife.”

Rong Xiu’s heart trembled, as if countless joys were swaying.

That firm heart was tempered even more indelibly and unshakably by the high temperature at this moment. He had even begun to wait for the day when Wen Lan Sheng would voluntarily expose everything. The sooner he was ridiculed by everyone, the sooner he could hide in her embrace like an abandoned kitten, fully enjoying her gentle care.

Another half month passed, and Wen Lan Sheng’s harassment still didn’t stop. He still occupied that house, and naturally refused to hand over the wedding ring.

Fan Xia wasn’t surprised. When she took off the ring and placed it on the table back then, it was because she knew that getting Wen Lan Sheng to take off the ring would be harder than ascending to heaven, so she took off the ring proactively, not wanting to get entangled with him.

She didn’t want that ring either. After all, it was worth several hundred thousand. Even if the diamond ring was resold, the price would be greatly discounted, maybe only selling for just over a hundred thousand. Leaving this ring worth over a hundred thousand with the Wen family was more useful than keeping it with her.

A second-hand rotten bone is better thrown into a dog pen, watching them fight and tear at each other over it is more interesting than letting it gather dust in a corner.

However, what surprised Fan Xia a bit was that during these days, whether Wen Lan Sheng was filming videos or posting photos to harass her, he still wore that ring on his hand. But she had specially asked Gu Jin Yi’s father, Li Zhou, to check around the house where Wen Ming Yue was currently living, and the debt collectors were gone.

This meant that Wen Ming Yue had paid off the debt, but where did she get the money from now? She didn’t use Wen Lan Sheng’s ring, so where did her money come from?

Fan Xia rested her chin on her hand, pondering deeply.

Rong Xiu brought the freshly cooked white crucian carp soup to the table. Seeing Fan Xia’s expression, he sat down beside her: “What’s wrong?”

Fan Xia’s bright eyes reflected his small figure: “Something’s not right.”

“What’s not right?” Rong Xiu asked.

“Wen Ming Yue actually paid off all the debts, not just the 350,000 owed to Old Zou and Old Zhang, but all the money was completely paid off.”

Rong Xiu said, “Could she have borrowed from someone else?”

Fan Xia shook her head: “I’ve talked with those relatives of the Wen family, they all said they didn’t lend her money. So how did she pay off the debt? Where did she find so much money?”

Things didn’t develop as Fan Xia had expected, and she became unusually serious.

Moreover, when Li Zhou was observing, he saw Xie Cen throwing garbage into the trash bin downstairs. He went forward to check and found many takeout boxes. From the takeout receipts, he could see that these were all ordered by Wen Jing, and they were all barbecue and such, with each order costing over a hundred.

Logically speaking, even if Wen Ming Yue had borrowed money from someone else, she should still be carrying new debts and should be more frugal. Who knew they were not only not living tightly, but spending lavishly, not at all like a family in debt.

Where exactly had the problem occurred?

She owed hundreds of thousands in debt, had no house or assets, and her surrounding friends couldn’t possibly lend her money. How could a small accountant in a factory get so much money in such a short time?

Suddenly, a flash of light passed through Fan Xia’s eyes, followed by a smile.