After hiding her pregnant belly and getting divorced, the daughter of the richest man stopped preten

in the room.

"You...why are you here?"

Wen Shiqi looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of her. Her feet were unsteady and she almost fell to the ground.

Just now, after sending Xia Xueyi away, she turned around and returned to her bedroom.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened the door of her bedroom, she saw Mrs. Wen sitting on her bed.

Thinking of Xia Xueyi who had just left, Wen Shiqi suddenly felt guilty for some reason:

"Don't get me wrong, that one was from my college..."

"I don't care who he is."

But before she could finish her explanation, Mrs. Wen interrupted her:

"I believe you should know very well what can and cannot be done."

Although this sentence sounded like trust in her, Wen Shiqi understood the real warning hidden in the other party's words.

Her face turned pale: "...Yes."

Mrs. Wen scolded sternly: "Kneel down!"

Wen Shiqi's pupils opened slightly, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

But she quickly lowered her eyes and slowly knelt down.

Mrs. Wen looked at her coldly and slammed the crutch in her hand on the ground:

"Do you know where you went wrong?"

Wen Shiqi pursed her lips and did not answer, but her face turned a little paler unconsciously.

"Ah."

Wen Old Madam snorted coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice:

"Ah Chi also wanted to lie to me and say that his injury was just an accident and had nothing to do with you.

"Do you really think I'm old-sighted and can't be deceived?"

Yes, from the beginning, Mrs. Wen did not completely believe what Wen Muchi said.

To be honest, he deliberately revealed the news of his injury in order to lure the snake out of its hole.

She believed it.

But to say that all this has nothing to do with Wen Shiqi...

Oh, she knew he was lying without checking.

The reason why she didn't expose Wen Muchi to his face last night was because she didn't want to get into too much trouble with him.

But that doesn't mean she won't put this account on Wen Shiqi!

Wen Shiqi lowered her head, having no excuse and no way to defend herself.

"You'd better figure out your identity. I let you stay with Ah Chi because I thought you could take good care of him and be helpful to him.

"I didn't ask you to hold him back, or even ask him to sacrifice for you!

"If you continue like this, don't know the importance of things, and can't figure out your own identity, don't stay with Ah Chi anymore."

Wen Shiqi smiled bitterly.

It seems... Mrs. Wen still doesn't know that she has divorced Wen Muchi.

She knew from the beginning that she was able to marry Wen Muchi and be with Wen Muchi only because of Mrs. Wen's pressure.

It can be said that without the support of Mrs. Wen, she is nothing.

Just now...

She was no longer the innocent girl she once was, who had a crush on her but couldn't get it, and prayed that Wen Muchi would turn around and look at her one more time.

Mrs. Wen didn't know what she was thinking. Seeing Wen Shiqi lowering her head and clenching her fists without speaking, she just thought her warning had worked.

She snorted coldly and threw a piece of paper in front of Wen Shiqi:

"Don't let me down again.

"Get the punishment and go again."

After speaking, Mrs. Wen stood up and left without waiting for Wen Shiqi's reply.

When she reached the door of the room, she paused slightly, then turned sideways and glanced at Wen Shiqi, who was still kneeling on the ground in the room.

After a while, she walked away again.

The crutch in her hand hit the ground, making a slight sound, thump, thump, thump, as she walked farther and farther...

Under the moonlight, a cold chill slowly flows in those old eyes...

Tools that have no value can only be destroyed!

The room fell into silence again.

for a long time.

Wen Shiqi moved and picked up the note on the ground.

On the slip of paper were familiar symbols and numbers.

It was also at this time that she understood the purpose of Mrs. Wen coming to her tonight.

One is a warning, and the other... is to issue a new mission to her.

The information on the note is the time and location of the mission.

She slowly got up from the ground, walked to the kitchen, turned on the gas stove, and threw the note in.

Looking at the burning blue flames, Wen Shiqi smiled miserably...

What qualifications does she have to expect more?

She doesn't even have the most basic freedoms.

As long as her surname is "Wen" and Wen Shiqi, she will never be able to get rid of the shackles of her identity.

For the first time, Wen Shiqi felt the urge to leave the Wen family completely.

She was grateful for everything the Wen family and Mrs. Wen had given her, but...she was really too tired and depressed. She didn't know how long she could hold on...

Could it be that...as long as she repaid the Wen family's kindness, she could leave? Can you... be free?

On the stove, the blue flame was still rising and falling, and it seemed as if there was a firelight trying to break through the restraints in Wen Shiqi's eyes...

Click.

Wen Shiqi turned off the gas stove, the flame went out, and the light in her eyes also fell into silence...

However, only she knew that deep in her heart... something was quietly changing...

At the same time, Wen Yuan was filled with clouds.

The entire Wenyuan was enveloped in an oppressive low pressure.

Everyone moved very lightly, fearing that they would make any noise.

No one knew what happened, but since the evening, Wen Muchi had been sitting in the living room with his mobile phone, motionless, maintaining this posture for several hours...

The air pressure around me is getting lower and lower as time goes by... getting colder and colder...

Everyone in Wen Yuan was too bold to say anything.

I was afraid of offending this man who looked like a god.

Seeing that it was almost midnight, Wen Muchi still had no intention of moving.

In the end, Butler Fu couldn't stand it any longer, so he stepped forward and asked tentatively:

"Master, it's getting late, would you like to go upstairs and rest?"

Wen Muchi did not ignore anyone with a cold face, but after listening to Butler Fu's words, he raised his eyebrows slightly and asked repeatedly:

"Oh, really? Isn't it getting early?"

There was something unspeakable in his tone.

Butler Fu was stunned, not understanding what Wen Muchi meant.

He just replied subconsciously:

"Yes, it's already half past eleven."

"It turns out it's already half past eleven..."

Wen Muchi repeated it slowly again, finally looking away from the phone and slowly looking in the direction of the door...

No emotion could be seen in the deep cold eyes.

But for some reason, Butler Fu vaguely grasped something from his eyes.

Is it...

Butler Fu's pupils trembled slightly.

The young master has actually been sitting in the living room, waiting for the young mistress to come over?

Butler Fu felt as if he had discovered some incredible truth.

But... is it possible?

Butler Fu felt a little incredible.

Although, the young master's attitude towards the young mistress has changed and he has become concerned about her.

But it's not possible that he's depressed just because the young mistress hasn't come to see him for a day, right?

Just when Butler Fu was hesitating whether he wanted to ask tentatively,

Wen Muchi suddenly spoke: "Send me back to my room."

Butler Fu immediately put back his messy thoughts and responded respectfully.

Back in the room, Wen Muchi turned on the phone screen again.

On the screen, there was a photo!

In the photo, it was Xia Xueyi who was holding Wen Shiqi's shoulders and leaning over as if to kiss her...