Chapter 12 Almost Believed It

Wen Wanzhi's wet eyes helplessly gazed at the ceiling, biting her lips, refusing to make a sound.

Bao Yancheng, not receiving a response, punitively bit into that delicate skin.

Soon, deep red bruises were left behind.

"Hiss…"

A hint of lucidity returned to Wen Wanzhi's blurred eyes as she clenched her teeth, determined not to utter a sound.

Bao Yancheng moved along, leaving patchy red marks.

The icy metal ring on his finger, chilling to the bone.

"How about here, has it been touched?"

Inhaling the familiar fragrance that filled his nostrils, Bao Yancheng could no longer restrain the surge of desire within him, bending over in his movements, the room filled with the air of subtle seduction.

Wen Wanzhi's eyes were wet, like a lone boat adrift on the sea.

Tears silently flowed into the pillow, along the corners of her eyes.

This night was unbearably long.

Bao Yancheng was quite satisfied with the woman's obedience, greedily taking her several times.

It was only when dawn began to break that he let go of the hands that were clamped onto her slender, soft waist and took her to the bathroom to clean up.

Wen Wanzhi seemed completely exhausted, leaning weakly against Bao Yancheng's shoulder.

Her wet hair clung to her pale forehead, her cheeks flushed pink, vulnerable and touching.

Bao Yancheng felt a heat rising in him again, suppressing the surging warmth, reached out his hand to skillfully clean Wen Wanzhi.

Just like countless times before.

After a cold shower, Bao Yancheng carried the delicate woman back to the bed.

It was only with the morning light that he discovered the large patches of purple bruises on Wen Wanzhi's waist.

And on her pair of soft, white legs, bruises were also widespread.

A chill flashed across Bao Yancheng's eyes – how could this have happened?

Although he was angry and knew he had been driven by jealousy, his hands should not have been so heavy.

Suddenly, images of Wen Wanzhi's stubborn and pale face, coupled with the unstoppable bleeding wound and her mentions of "leukemia," flashed through Bao Yancheng's mind.

No, it couldn't be!

Bao Yancheng's mind went blank for an instant.

He got up, walked to the terrace to light a cigarette, massaging his temple, pacing unconsciously.

The last time at First Hospital, everything had been thoroughly checked.

The Bao Family was the largest investor in First Hospital, which was also the best hospital in Beijing; the results could not be wrong.

But a nerve in Bao Yancheng's mind kept twitching, giving him a bad premonition.

Through the terrace's sliding door, Bao Yancheng watched the pale-faced Wen Wanzhi on the bed, his eyes flickering with darkness and light.

A malicious and scheming woman, yet possessing the innocent appearance of a harmless creature.

He thought he had stopped caring about Wen Wanzhi.

But whether she was standing beside another man, smiling sweetly,

Or standing on stage, dazzling and bright,

Both would only stir up the darkest desires in his heart!

She should not be coveted, nor even seen.

If possible, he wanted to imprison her by his side forever.

To atone to him alone for the rest of her life.

Watching the sun break free from the horizon, Bao Yancheng pressed his voice low and made a phone call.

"Fan Qian, come to Half Mountain Villa."

Fan Qian was the Bao Family's personal general practitioner, living in the Bao Mansion.

He also ran his private clinic, catering to the privacy-conscious elite and celebrities.

Bao Yancheng, dressed neatly, approached the bed, looking down at the woman on it from above.

Wen Wanzhi seemed to still be asleep, unmoving.

Her eyelashes gently covered the dark circles underneath, hiding them from view.

It appeared she had been bullied severely, her eyelids still slightly red and swollen from crying, a pitiable sight.

Bao Yancheng's expression softened, he bent down, his voice unexpectedly gentle.

"Wake up."

The woman on the bed didn't stir.

Bao Yancheng reached out, gently shaking Wen Wanzhi's slender shoulder.

Still, there was no response.

Bao Yancheng tensed, his heart pounding.

He turned around to grab his phone, hurrying the call.

Fan Qian picked up the phone in a panic, almost accidentally hanging up: "President Bao."

"What are you dawdling for? Does it take this long to come over from the old house?"

Fan Qian did not dare to delay and hurried out of the Bao Mansion with the bag.

Xiang Yiran watched Fan Qian leave in such a rush, with a glint of scheming and viciousness in her eyes.

From that phone call last night, she knew.

Brother Yancheng was entangled with that vixen Wen Wanzhi again.

And Bao Yancheng did not return for the entire night.

Xiang Yiran clenched her fists.

She had gone so far as to stage an accident for herself, almost crippling her own legs.

It was not easy to frame that slut Wen Wanzhi.

How could she let her climb into Bao Yancheng's bed!

Luckily, she had already taken control of Fan Qian.

Xiang Yiran let out a cold laugh.

Wen Wanzhi, just wait for the day you die alone in a hospital bed!

Fan Qian did not dare to waste any moment and hurried to Half Mountain Villa.

Standing at the doorway of the master bedroom, Fan Qian's scalp tingled.

Even after working for the Bao Family for more than ten years, he still harbored a fear of Bao Yancheng's mercurial temperament.

"Come in."

As soon as Fan Qian entered, he saw the tall figure of Bao Yancheng standing beside the bed and Wen Wanzhi, who was pale and bloodless on the bed.

"Madam, what is...?"

The word "Madam" seemed to calm some of Bao Yancheng's fury.

He looked down and took a step back, "I can't wake her, and check if her blood work is normal."

Fan Qian proceeded to examine Wen Wanzhi with a nervous disposition.

Just as before, he dared not look or inspect too much.

Bao Yancheng's possessiveness and jealousy regarding Wen Wanzhi were well-known.

After the examination, Fan Qian sighed in relief.

"Madam is fine; she's just exhausted and has entered a deep sleep. Also..."

Watching Fan Qian hesitate, Bao Yancheng's brows furrowed, "Speak."

Fan Qian coughed to ease the awkwardness.

"Cough, Madam has a weak physique, take care... not to overdo it."

He had expected Bao Yancheng to erupt in anger, but his stern face did not show much emotion.

"Send me the blood test results as soon as they are out."

Fan Qian did not dare linger any longer and quickly left.

Just before stepping out earlier, it was Xiang Yiran who had stopped him, asking him to swap the blood samples.

Fan Qian's younger brother had only graduated from college not long ago and was interning at the hospital, right at a critical juncture in his residency.

Xiang Yiran had seized this point and kept threatening him.

Fan Qian had tried to resist, but gangsters posing as medical disputers had hurt his brother so badly he almost lost his medical license.

Fan Qian became afraid and had no choice but to obey Xiang Yiran.

As soon as he reached the lab, Xiang Yiran's urgent call followed.

Fan Qian was hit by a headache, "Hello? Miss Xiang."

Xiang Yiran lowered her voice, brimming with malice.

"Do as I told you, or... I can't guarantee your brother's fingers will remain intact."

Fan Qian gripped the phone tightly, steeled himself, and swapped Wen Wanzhi's blood sample.

He quickly ran the tests and sent the results to Bao Yancheng.

Early in the morning, Bao Yancheng arrived at the company for a meeting.

All morning, he was somewhat distracted, occasionally staring off into space at his phone.

Ding—

Bao Yancheng opened the new email and quickly reviewed its contents.

Sure enough, it was Wen Wanzhi's blood test report.

His eyes grew colder as he skimmed over it.

They finally rested on the last few words.

"No abnormalities, severe anemia."

A chill emanated from Bao Yancheng, causing the regional manager giving the report to stop in fright.

Bao Yancheng leaned back in his chair, hands crossed, his gaze hidden in the shadows.

Only the continuous twisting of his ring revealed the owner's irritation.

Wen Wanzhi, you are indeed deceiving me.

So close, just so very close, he had almost believed her.