Chapter 7 Still Decided to Go Public

On the day of her discharge, Ye Yazhou helped Wen Wanzhi complete the procedures and hesitated before speaking.

"Sister Wanzhi, I called Dr. Chen."

Wen Wanzhi's complexion was unchanged, but her pupils trembled slightly, "What did Dr. Chen say?"

"He said... the probability of a misdiagnosis is very small. I'm sorry."

Wen Wanzhi's heart, which had been suspended, could relax somewhat.

She knew her own body.

When she first heard of the misdiagnosis, she also had a glimmer of hope.

But her progressively weakening body and the bruises covering her, made it impossible to deceive herself.

The only consequence she feared facing was that due to a misunderstanding, she'd chosen to end the life inside her womb.

Seeing that Wen Wanzhi's complexion had improved, Ye Yazhou breathed a sigh of relief and continued.

"Also, Dr. Chen remembers that your blood tests were still very bad. He handed the blood test report to a young woman."

Shock filled Wen Wanzhi's luminous eyes, "Was it Xiang Yiran?"

Ye Yazhou gave a serious look and nodded.

"It's very likely. The most peculiar thing is that Dr. Chen received a transfer notice just before the end of his shift that day, and he is going to leave soon for an exchange program in the United States."

Wen Wanzhi twisted her downturned gaze, pondering, "And then Dr. Shen took over and it became a misdiagnosis."

She wasn't surprised.

It was good in a way that Xiang Yiran had caused such a scene.

She didn't want to trade her illness for Bao Yancheng's sympathy.

The studio in the city's outskirts was no longer safe, so Wen Wanzhi asked her close friend Cao Qing to take some people there and retrieve some of her works.

Wen Wanzhi had completed the discharge procedures and hurried to the café where she'd agreed to meet Cao Qing.

As soon as she entered, she saw a girl sitting in the corner, clattering away at her computer keyboard, by her side a colossal cup of Americano coffee, dark and intense.

"Didn't sleep again?" Wen Wanzhi teased Cao Qing as soon as she sat down.

The latter struck an exaggerated pose, rubbing her temples theatrically, "It's all because of your urgent task, Miss. All the sudden, I have to go and deliver things for auction. Appraisal, inspection, identity verification, so many processes."

Cao Qing was Wen Wanzhi's close friend and business partner, usually managing artists, with a stable of young talent under her.

Previously, because Wen Wanzhi didn't want to appear publicly, her studio and brand were registered under Cao Qing's name.

Out of desperation to collect money for her grandfather's convalescence, Wen Wanzhi had no choice but to sell some of her collected works for emergency funds.

Cao Qing turned serious, scrutinizing Wen Wanzhi's arm, "How is it, all healed?"

Wen Wanzhi pulled her hand back into her sleeve, covering the scar, and waved, "It's nothing, but you, you didn't run into any danger when you went to get the things, did you?"

Cao Qing sat cross-legged on a small sofa, her face excited, glanced around, lowered her voice, and spoke animatedly.

"What could happen to me? I went with a group of young hunks, all of them were so eager. They heard my bestie was being plotted against here and even helped check the whole street's surveillance."

While saying this, she handed over a stack of documents, "Here, the photos, the basic information on those thugs, everything is here."

Wen Wanzhi raised her eyebrows in surprise, "That impressive?"

Cao Qing wore a proud expression, "Piece of cake. But I heard that Bao Yancheng locked up these guys for a while, and after they got out, they didn't know where to flee, never daring to appear in Beijing again. Especially this one, the leader," she pointed at a photo and whispered, "seems like one of his hands was crippled, he's pretty much ruined."

Wen Wanzhi inhaled sharply.

This was the person who had thrown the dagger at her.

Her heart was a mixture of feelings, as the image of Bao Yancheng, who had appeared like a god descending, came to mind.

Wen Wanzhi lowered her eyes and took a sip of her warm latte, changing the subject.

"I'm planning to make a public appearance at the next auction."

Cao Qing's head snapped up, her mind filled with question marks, and her eyes seemed to say, "Are you okay?"

"You're going to reveal Sanders' identity?"

Wen Wanzhi's eyes showed an unavoidable helplessness as she nodded.

If it hadn't been out of sheer necessity, she wouldn't have wanted to do it.

"I'm in urgent need of money right now, and I'm in a hurry. After divorcing Bao Yancheng, there's no need to hide my identity anymore."

Once, Wen Wanzhi had kept herself behind the scenes for fear of idle talk, as people might say she was benefiting financially from the Bao Family's reputation.

But now, all of Beijing knew Bao Yancheng had a new love and was planning to divorce her, granting her freedom instead.

Cao Qing scratched her head, still somewhat dazed.

It seemed she had anticipated this day would come, just not that it would be today.

"If Bao Yancheng knew the ins and outs of how you acquired that wedding dress he bought for you, he'd probably be furious."

Wen Wanzhi lowered her eyes, unconsciously caressing the pattern on the coffee cup.

Back then, she had designed the piece based on her ideal wedding dress.

She was very fond of it, so pleased that she couldn't resist showing it to Bao Yancheng.

She even asked him, "What do you think?"

Unexpectedly, Bao Yancheng pulled strings through eight hundred connections and ended up being the final buyer of the dress.

When Wen Wanzhi discovered the dress had found its way back into her hands, she was both startled and joyous.

But she could only keep this sweet secret to herself.

The money Bao Yancheng had spent on the dress was silently donated by Wen Wanzhi.

"Wanzhi, Wanzhi?" Cao Qing called several times.

Wen Wanzhi came back to her senses and forced a smile on her lips.

As beautiful as the memories had been, they were now equally painful to recall.

She whispered instructions to Cao Qing, "Remember to send out the press release. The more fish we attract, the higher the price can go."

Cao Qing was an experienced agent in her own right, skilled in managing public opinion and buying hot searches. It all came naturally to her.

In no time, the news of Sanders' appearance at Sotheby's Auction not only spread throughout Beijing but even shook the upper-class circles of Hai City.

For a while, invitations to Sotheby's Auction were hot commodities, hard to come by.

Xiang Yiran saw the report and smirked cunningly; the opportunity she had been waiting for had at last arrived.

Not only would the wedding dress be auctioned at Sotheby's, but Sanders was also going to make a public appearance.

She was determined to claim ownership of the dress under the watchful eyes of everyone!

At the Bao Mansion dining table,

Xiang Yiran put down her chopsticks and broke the silence, "Brother Yancheng, have you heard? Sanders is going to make an appearance at Sotheby's Auction."

Bao Yancheng frowned.

She just had to bring up the most inconvenient topic.

He didn't respond, leisurely finishing the soup in his bowl and wiping his mouth before speaking, "The designer herself won't come."

He knew all too well that the rumors about the designer revealing her identity had been spread by Wen Wanzhi.

She was merely looking to hook bigger fish to drive up the auction price.

Bao Yancheng sneered inwardly.

These tactics had been learned from him, after all.

Xiang Yiran persisted, her heart set on mischief, as she leaned toward Bao Yancheng with a suggestive plea.

"Brother, I still want to go and see it. After all, it's Sanders' wedding dress; which girl wouldn't want it..."

Faced with Xiang Yiran's coquetry, Bao Yancheng was indifferent.

Indeed, which girl wouldn't want it? He had once thought the same.

Sitting to the side, Bao Yuan cleared his throat, "Yancheng, it's just an auction; take Yiran to have a look."

Bao Yancheng's eyebrows knotted as he took a couple more bites before putting down his chopsticks and standing up to leave, "Understood."

Xiang Yiran was secretly delighted inside; she got exactly the word she needed from old Mr. Bao.

At the auction, regardless of whether Brother Yancheng was willing, he'd have to buy her that wedding dress!