Ch 2: Wen Li: “I am inauspicious, is it not you who are cursed with the death of your wives?”

Beijing——

The car drove into the heavy black iron gates, bypassed the luxurious fountain pool, and stopped in front of the brightly lit Wen Family Villa.

“Hurry up and take this car to be washed and disinfected.”

A tired woman was the first to get out of the car, throwing a sentence to the driver before walking straight into the villa. After entering, she said to her husband, Wen Baixiang, who had just come down from upstairs, “The person has been brought back.”

Wen Baixiang, having returned home from the company, changed into his home clothes, but his authority as Chairman remained undiminished.

“Nothing unexpected happened, did it?” His gaze fell on Wen Li, who entered behind his wife.

When he saw Wen Li’s face, his eyes changed noticeably.

This child, she really resembles her mother.

To be able to grow up like this in that rural place in Mingcheng is rare.

She seems easy to manage, not the type who would be unsuitable for public appearances.

“It went smoothly. Her grandmother said she has a health problem and repeatedly urged us to take her to a big hospital for a checkup.”

“Wait, stand there first.” Wen Baixiang did not immediately respond to his wife but stopped Wen Li at the door.

Wen Li subconsciously stopped and looked at Wen Baixiang.

The next second, the two maids who had been waiting on either side moved.

One took out a long willow branch and swept it at Wen Li’s feet, while the other handed her a bowl of water with an unidentified object floating in it.

“This is Fu Water, it can ward off evil spirits. It’s a talisman the Chairman and the Master requested. Miss, if you drink it, you can enter.”

Wen Li didn’t understand this confusing behavior at first. Only after hearing the maid’s words did she realize what they were doing.

She was clearly a daughter of a wealthy family, yet she lived like an orphan with her grandmother in a backward small village, all because Wen Baixiang was an idiot!

Wen Baixiang,

Chairman of the Wen Group, entered into a marriage alliance with his first wife. Shortly after their marriage, his wife died in a car accident, leaving behind a son.

A few years later, he married his subordinate as his second wife, who was Wen Li’s mother.

Unfortunately, Wen Li’s mother died of amniotic fluid embolism during childbirth and could not be rescued.

Most businessmen are superstitious.

Especially Wen Baixiang, who had lost two wives in a row.

After consulting a Master, he was told that Wen Li’s Bazi clashed with her parents’ and that raising her would bring misfortune.

Thus, the newborn Wen Li was left to be raised by her grandmother, who had just lost her daughter and was already elderly.

For seventeen years, Wen Baixiang ignored her.

It’s no wonder her grandmother said her father was killed by a car; given his beastly behavior, the grandmother was being merciful.

Wen Li looked at her so-called father who walked in front of her, slightly raised her foot, stepped on the willow branch, and then slapped the Fu Water in front of her.

This action shocked everyone present.

Wen Baixiang’s face changed immediately.

Wen Li slowly threw him a sentence: “I’m inauspicious? Isn’t it you who are a wife-killer?”

That lousy Master, whether he was truly skilled or just lucky, after Wen Li was sent away, Wen Baixiang’s career soared.

Wen Li found this out after she learned about her wealthy father a few days ago and sent people to investigate.

Actually, the Master also said that when Wen Li turned seventeen years, six months, six days old, she could be brought back.

Coincidentally, a week before this day arrived, Wen Baixiang received a phone call from Wen Li’s grandmother, learning that Wen Li was ill.

But he didn’t immediately bring her back. Instead, he intentionally delayed it until today, ensuring he was in the “safe period” before going to pick her up, and only arranged for his wife to go.

Even after the dangerous period, Wen Baixiang was clearly still somewhat wary. Hence, the willow branch and the Fu Water, and the first thing he asked his wife upon entering was whether any accident had occurred.

The words “wife-killer” made Wen Baixiang frown.

Before he could speak, the wealthy woman stepped forward: “What nonsense are you talking about?”

The wealthy woman’s name is Lin Yun, and she is Wen Baixiang’s third wife.

Wen Li slightly curled her lips, her smile not reaching her eyes: “So excited? Scared by the two precedents?”

“You,”

Directly silencing Lin Yun.

Wen Baixiang scolded his wife: “Enough.”

Lin Yun thought that her superstitious husband would be furious and throw the suicidal Wen Li out, but unexpectedly, he tolerated Wen Li.

Was it because the dangerous period had passed, coupled with guilt towards Wen Li, or was it because of lingering feelings for Wen Li’s mother?

Wen Baixiang looked at his daughter’s cold and sickly face, as if only then did he remember that in the past ten years, his daughter had never tried to contact him, her wealthy father, to come back and live a good life.

He had no idea that Wen Li always thought he was dead.

Wen Baixiang softened his expression: “What kind of illness? Is it serious?”

He seemed to want to show some concern, but it was too stiff, his tone of voice was no different from how he spoke to his subordinates.

It’s normal, after all, their familiarity was not as good as that between Wen Baixiang and his subordinates.

Wen Li: “There’s something wrong with my brain.”

It felt like she was insulting him.

Wen Li’s willingness to return to the Wen family was not only for her grandmother’s peace of mind but also to cause trouble—Wen Baixiang had it too good, too comfortable.

Wen Baixiang looked at Wen Li’s round head.

The old lady didn’t say it was a problem with her head, probably fearing he would think the illness was serious and would therefore shirk responsibility.

He instructed his wife: “Book an appointment with a specialist, take her to the hospital to see a neurologist tomorrow, and send her to school in a couple of days.”

“Something wrong with her brain? Could it be a mental illness? That’s no small matter.” Wen Yan came down from upstairs, exquisite from head to toe, exuding the confidence and composure of a wealthy young lady.

Completely different from Wen Li’s student-like appearance.

After Wen Baixiang sent Wen Li away, he adopted a girl with a birthdate and Bazi that would bring him good fortune from an orphanage, naming her Wen Yan.

It’s conceivable how much he doted on Wen Yan, this fortunate daughter.

Thanks to that Master, Wen Yan went from an orphan who couldn’t even wear a pretty dress to a daughter of the Wen family, a famous socialite in Beijing.

She possessed the life and fatherly love that should have belonged to Wen Li.

Even if some people knew Wen Yan wasn’t his biological daughter, they only knew Wen Yan, not Wen Li, the real daughter of a wealthy family.

She completely replaced Wen Li.

Wen Yan walked to her father’s side, facing Wen Li, smiling faintly: “My name is Wen Yan, you can call me sister if you like.”

“Dad, I’ll accompany my sister to the hospital tomorrow too.”

While expressing goodwill, she subtly revealed the posture of a superior and the rightful owner, her gaze calmly sweeping over Wen Li’s face, then instructing the maid: “Go and tell the kitchen to make an extra bowl of soup for the Second Miss, add more ginseng.”

This domineering manner made Wen Li seem like a guest.

“Yes, Eldest Miss.”

Wen Yan was a few years older than Wen Li, so Wen Li, the real daughter, was resentfully called the Second Miss by the servants in the villa.

Wen Li was tired from the long car ride and didn’t have the mood to deal with this sister who had taken everything from her. She asked Wen Baixiang: “Where’s my room?”

She only targeted Wen Baixiang. As long as others didn’t provoke her by sticking their faces in front of her, she wouldn’t bother to slap them.

Wen Baixiang: “Upstairs. Yan Yan, take her… take Xiao Ze upstairs.”

Wen Li directly refused: “No need. Also, my name is Wen Li, not Wen Ze.”

At that time, Wen Baixiang followed the Master’s words and gave the newborn Wen Li a name that would change his luck, Wen Ze.

Wen Li’s grandmother decisively changed this boyish name.

Wen Baixiang felt guilty, so he didn’t say anything about the name change.

“Yan Yan is somewhat allergic to dog hair. I’ll have the servants take care of the dog for you.” He was about to beckon someone.

Wen Li bent down, picked up Hei Junjiang, who hadn’t barked once, and said: “Wherever I sleep, it sleeps.”

Few people dared to defy him, the Chairman of the Wen Group, who had been in a high position for many years, so many times.

Wen Li held the dog in one hand and put her other hand in her pocket, not afraid of his authority, her eyes showing a hint of disdain and provocation towards him.

It felt like if Wen Baixiang said another word, Wen Li would throw the dog in his face.