Once the family physician closes Ye Wenbo's wounds, Ye Wenbo lifts her head once more, only to find that Gu Fenyi is nowhere to be seen.
Ye Wenbo browns, hesitates, summons the maid, and inquires, "The one downstairs… Her name is Lu Meng?"
"Yes."
"She is the same woman the paparazzi wrote about earlier? The one who went out of the hotel with my brother?"
"Yes."
Ye Wenbo's face darkens, and he speaks coldly, "My older brother disappeared half a month ago, and that false scandal was three months ago. What is she coming for now?"
The maid has no words, only stares at Ye Wenbo blankly.
Ye Wenbo gets up and goes downstairs.
Is she here to cheat Ye family since his older brother is gone missing and the Ye House has lost its backbone?
What sort of individual have the guts to come exploit now?
But by the time he gets to the living room, Lu Meng is already missing.
Ye Wenbo furrows his brow again and asks, "Where's she?"
"She went away a few minutes ago saying that she wasn't feeling well and had to go to the hospital."
Ye Wenbo doesn't ease his brows. He shifts his head slightly to look upstairs. Gu Fenyi remains on the third floor.
"Gu… where is Gu Fenyi?" he asks once more.
He used to refer to her by name straight away, but now referring to her that way feels strangely awkward.
Nevertheless, he won't refer to her as "sister-in-law."
The maid, not sensing the Fourth Young Master's stiff voice, answers, "Madam retired to her room for a nap
and instructed us not to wake her."
No one is dared to wake her anymore.
Who would like to be puffed on?
No one would.
Ye Wenbo ceases questioning, merely lowers his head and silently lifts up a hand to press against the wound on his forehead.
It's a superficial cut, inflicted by shattered glass.
With a squeeze, pain erupts, combining with the smell of the medicine…
Meanwhile, back to her original room comes Gu Fenyi.
All things in this world are strange, but not too complex. That much at least reassures her that she can lead a good life here.
And though she is still resistant and sentimental towards the dynasty from which she originated, Gu Fenyi is not a person to falter or be overwhelmed by sentiment.
When she passed away, she had just become a first-grade lady. The Sheng family and the Gu family were both at their heights. Their king was intelligent, the dynasty powerful.
Her country, her family—nothing had to concern her.
With such thinking, Gu Fenyi returns to her desk, takes a seat, and opens the book Strong Petting Sweetheart Wife.
If one wants to learn about the habits of a place, more books must be read.
So she starts reading.