Chapter 13 Wen Wanzi, Do You Like This Surprise?

Wen Wanzhi woke up to find it was already afternoon.

The familiar ceiling above her was from the marriage room she shared with Bao Yancheng.

How long had it been since she last came back...

Ever since Xiang Yiran had entered the Bao Family, it seemed that Bao Yancheng had been living permanently in the Bao Mansion, and hadn't returned here.

To facilitate taking care of her grandfather, Wen Wanzhi had also been living at the sanatorium.

The vast Half Mountain Villa stood cold and deserted.

Wen Wanzhi moved her body and drew in a sharp breath of cold air.

Her whole body ached as if it had been run over by a wheel, and her waist was so sore and soft she couldn't sit up straight.

Bao Yancheng's vigor was as strong as ever, but she was at the end of her rope.

Struggling out of bed, Wen Wanzhi changed into clean clothes, preparing to leave.

Last night Bao Yancheng had not taken any precautions and Wen Wanzhi was truly worried.

It seemed Bao Yancheng was hell-bent on her bearing a child.

With her current physical condition, she absolutely could not get pregnant.

Wen Wanzhi slipped downstairs quietly and was surprised to see Sister-in-law Liu busy in the dining room.

Sister-in-law Liu had taken care of Bao Yancheng's daily needs since he was young and was also quite familiar with her.

But after Xiang Yiran's arrival, Sister-in-law Liu had clearly gone back to the old mansion...

Seeing Wen Wanzhi, Sister-in-law Liu was exceptionally happy, all smiles.

"Madam, you're awake? Master ordered all your favorite dishes."

Wen Wanzhi's eyes grew moist, yet she forced herself to harden her heart.

"No bother, Sister-in-law Liu, I'm leaving now."

Sister-in-law Liu glanced anxiously toward the direction of the courtyard, hastily wiping her hands and rushing to greet her.

"The master specifically instructed me to take good care of Madam. He said he would hurry back after work."

Wen Wanzhi noticed the bodyguards in the courtyard and at the entrance, then Sister-in-law Liu's panicked look, and something clicked.

Bao Yancheng was planning to confine her here.

"He's coming back here?"

Sister-in-law Liu nodded. "Master has always been living here, except occasionally going to the old mansion on weekends."

Wen Wanzhi was stunned.

Bao Yancheng was still living here?

After being tossed around half to death yesterday, Wen Wanzhi had no appetite whatsoever.

She ate distractedly, but her gaze surveyed the situation at the gate and in the courtyard.

She couldn't just wait for doom.

In the once quiet and empty courtyard, stood three or five bodyguards from the Bao Family.

The front and rear entrances were both heavily guarded.

Judging by the situation, Bao Yancheng had no intention of letting her leave.

Wen Wanzhi took out her mobile phone and opened the chat with Cao Qing, hurriedly typing a few words.

—I'm fine, at Half Mountain Villa, can't get out for now, I'll think of a way to cope.

After dinner was over, the sky had darkened.

Bao Yancheng had yet to return, but the number of bodyguards remained unchanged.

Not wanting to be watched by countless eyes at all times, Wen Wanzhi decided to try her luck in the bookroom.

The bookroom was locked with a fingerprint system, and the servants had no access.

Wen Wanzhi's delicate white hand touched the bookroom door.

The fingerprint lock clicked, and opened smoothly.

Stunned, she walked in.

Darkness enveloped her vision.

A familiar woody scent lingered in her nostrils.

It was the scent of Bao Yancheng.

She felt for the switch on the wall and turned on the lights in the bookroom.

The room lit up, the decor within as it had always been.

She and Bao Yancheng had spent countless afternoons here, each with a book, on that red-brown leather sofa.

By the French window, her special easel had long been emptied, standing there lonely and forlorn.

Turning around, she saw the wall in front of the desk, where a gigantic famous painting used to hang, now covered with a red velvet cloth.

Wen Wanzhi, as if entranced, instinctively walked over.

The velvet cloth hid secrets, as if they were unspeakable and forbidden.

She carefully lifted the velvet cloth, Wen Wanzhi quickly let go, nearly crying out in shock.

Her face turned deathly pale, overwhelmed by the scene before her until her vision darkened, and a ringing in her ears ensued.

Pinned to the wooden board were many documents and photographs.

In the center was a clear photo.

On it was a charred corpse!

Without looking further, Wen Wanzhi knew it was Bao Yancheng's mother, Fang Jinhua.

Years ago, Auntie Fang encountered a fire in an abandoned warehouse at the harbor, and the case was deemed an accident.

As a child, Yancheng had spent quite some time moving past the gloom.

Wen Wanzhi's hands trembled as she covered her mouth, her pupils flickering madly, as she noticed a letter posted to the side.

Familiar handwriting, graceful and elegant.

It was her mother Wen Jin's handwriting!

—Dad, I'm sorry for failing Jinhua, my days are numbered, I'm leaving now, don't blame me.

—I can't take care of Wanzhi anymore, I only hope that she can be brave, full of hope, and live a peaceful life.

—I hope my death can put an end to all the hatred, so the younger generation won't have to pay.

—Dad, I'm sorry.

Wen Wanzhi staggered backward, her lower back hitting the corner of the desk, yet feeling no pain at all.

The words "I'm sorry for failing Jinhua" were piercingly offensive in this moment.

This was a suicide note from her mother to her maternal grandfather that she had never seen before.

Wen Wanzhi felt her blood freeze, and her heart tightened in pain.

All her life, her grandfather had told her that her mother had died of an illness.

Because she was best friends with Aunt Fang, Mother entrusted her to the Bao Family.

Now Yancheng kept insisting that her mother was the murderer who killed Aunt Fang.

She didn't believe it!

Tears blurred Wen Wanzhi's vision, forcing herself to scrutinize and examine every item on the board.

Death certificates, case follow-up, financial transactions, key evidence...

Everything pointed to one conclusion.

Her own mother, Wen Jin, was the murderer lurking in the shadows!

Wen Wanzhi's legs gave way, and she collapsed in despair onto the plush carpet.

She couldn't explain any of it.

Could her mother really be the murderer who killed Aunt Fang...

As evening lights flickered on, a black Cullinan slowly drove into the garage of Half Mountain Villa.

From afar, Bao Yancheng could see the warm yellow light shining from the study.

The only person who could enter there, in the entire villa, was Wen Wanzhi.

He wondered if she had seen the "surprise" he had prepared?

His face was dark and ruthless, a near-mad smile playing at his lips.

Wen Wanzhi, no matter what anyone else says, it's not the same as seeing with your own eyes.

The man strode into the mansion, heading straight upstairs to the study.

Wen Wanzhi heard footsteps approaching the door, panic making it hard to breathe.

The doorknob turned violently!

Bao Yancheng, like the grim reaper, stood at the entrance, looking down at the quivering woman in the room.

Wen Wanzhi frantically clutched the edge of the desk, staggering to her feet, unconsciously backing away.

Bao Yancheng, like an experienced hunter, casually walked in.

The heavy door of the study closed and locked behind him.

Wen Wanzhi's slender body trembled, pressing herself against the wall.

Like a cornered, panic-stricken rabbit.

In this confined space, there was no escape.

Yancheng approached step by step.

Like a calm hunter watching his prey struggle in the trap.

"Wen Wanzhi, do you like this surprise?"

Wen Wanzhi was speechless, her breathing stalled, with nowhere to retreat.

The man harshly seized her black hair, dragging her in front of the wooden board.

"Not talking? Then have another good look."