Chapter 35: Tear That Wretch Apart with My Own Hands

Wanru’s eyes were red and swollen, clearly having wept for a long time. Her voice trembled as she recounted the events to Wen Wan’er. "When I left, I had already administered a sedative to Miss Yun. I thought it would be enough to conceal the fact that she had never truly awakened. But in the middle of the night, I was suddenly overcome by a sense of deep unease. When I rushed downstairs to the ward, He Lingfeng had already left. I pulled back the blankets and discovered several needle pricks on Miss Yun’s legs. I was terrified and immediately ran tests to see if any virus had been injected."

By now, Wanru could no longer hold back her tears, wiping them away repeatedly with her sleeves. Wen Wan’er stood there, her fists clenched so tightly that the veins in her hands bulged, her face contorted with rage. She ground her teeth, repeating over and over, "I will tear that despicable scoundrel He Lingfeng to pieces!"

The atmosphere in the room was heavy and tense. Yun Qiuya remained in a deep, medicated slumber, oblivious to any pain and showing no signs of waking. Looking at her pale face and peaceful expression, Wen Wan’er felt a sharp, agonizing ache in her heart. She could not bear to imagine how she would face the cruel reality if He Lingfeng had truly done something irreparable to Yun Qiuya.

Wanru continued, "After running the tests, I finally felt relieved. Fortunately, there were no toxins on those needles. It seems He Lingfeng’s move was merely to probe whether Miss Yun was truly unconscious or just putting on a show. A man like him—using such ruthless means to achieve his ends—is simply monstrous!"

Upon hearing this, a cold, sharp glint flashed in Wen Wan’er’s eyes. She gripped Wanru’s hand tightly. "Wanru, thank goodness for you. If not for your keen intuition in suggesting the sedative, she might not have survived this ordeal. You saved her life."

Wanru shook her head slightly. "Miss, please don't say such things. If it weren't for you..."

"Enough, Wanru. Let's have no more talk of gratitude. Even without me, you would thrive; kind-hearted people are always protected by fate. Both you and Maimai will have good lives."

Wanru frowned, her gaze fixed on the distinct needle marks on Yun Qiuya’s legs, her heart heavy with worry. She turned to Wen Wan’er and asked in a low voice, "If Miss Yun wakes up tomorrow, how should we explain these marks to her?"

Wen Wan’er shook her head gently. "We’ll just tell her the truth. There’s no need to hide anything from Qiuya. After all, her relationship with He Lingfeng is just an act, and she already knows about his affair with Quan Duoduo. Knowing the truth will only make her more vigilant against him."

Wanru nodded, though a trace of anxiety remained in her eyes. "But He Lingfeng used such cruel methods this time. Who knows if he will become suspicious again or use other tactics to target her?"

Wen Wan’er took a deep breath, her gaze hardening. "We can only take it one step at a time. But regardless, we must protect Qiuya. Also, please remind her that she must exercise as much as possible so her physical condition doesn't deteriorate from being bedridden."

Wanru squeezed Wen Wan’er’s hand and offered a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I will take good care of Qiuya. We will find times when no one is around to exercise quietly and keep our strength up."

Somewhat comforted, Wen Wan’er took one last look at Yun Qiuya on the bed before turning to leave. As she stepped out of the ward, she suddenly encountered a familiar face: Wen Yun’an.

He stood there with his hands in his pockets, dressed in casual clothes and a baseball cap, watching Wen Wan’er with a scrutinizing gaze. Startled, Wen Wan’er stopped in her tracks, stammering, "You... why are you here?" As she spoke, she instinctively shifted to block the view into the ward.

Wen Yun’an remained calm and said slowly, "After you left, something felt wrong. It was the middle of the night, and you were heading out again. As your brother, I couldn't help but worry, so I followed you." As he spoke, he leaned forward, trying to peer into the room.

Seeing this, Wen Wan’er quickly grabbed his arm and turned to lead him away. "It was just a false alarm. When I arrived, the nurses told me an instrument had malfunctioned and triggered the alarm. Qiuya is fine and sleeping peacefully."

As he was led away, Wen Yun’an still looked skeptical. "Are you sure she’s fine? Then why did you look so guilty just now?"

Wen Wan’er gave a playful, cajoling smile. "I was just worried that you would overthink things. Besides, you know Qiuya’s situation is complicated; naturally, I’m going to be extra careful."

Wen Yun’an nodded, though a hint of lingering concern remained in his eyes. "Fine. But in the future, you must tell me immediately if something happens. Don't leave me guessing."

Wen Wan’er nodded solemnly. "Don't worry, Brother. I will be sure to keep that in mind from now on."