Ch 3: Wen Li: “Her life is quite tough.”

Lin Yun had anticipated this, she curled her lips, assuming a posture of enjoying the show.

She agreed to Wen Li bringing the dog, just to see this scene. She hoped Wen Li wouldn’t disappoint her.

However, Wen Yan didn’t fulfill Lin Yun’s wish. She took her father’s arm, understandingly speaking for Wen Li: “It’s okay, Dad. My sister just came back, she doesn’t know her way around, let the dog keep her company.”

Wen Baixiang was very pleased with Wen Yan’s filial piety and understanding.

“A Jing, please take Second Miss upstairs for me, and help Second Miss familiarize herself with the house.” Wen Yan called for the maid.

The young maid, having received Wen Yan’s “imperial decree,” diligently introduced the house to Wen Li along the way.

“This is Eldest Miss’s room.”

“Third Miss’s room is on the right.”

“Eldest Master lives on the third floor. Eldest Master is abroad. He hates people touching his things, so Second Miss should avoid going to the third floor unless necessary.”

“The trophies on this wall are all Third Miss’s. Third Miss is a math genius, she’s been winning awards since she was little, not only did she skip grades in high school, but she was also admitted to Peking University early. Don’t touch these trophies, Third Miss has a bad temper.”

“This vase is also expensive. It was bought by the Chairman from an auction house, be careful.”

“Second Miss grew up in the countryside, she probably doesn’t know that our Eldest Miss is an excellent jewelry designer, and will soon join the Lu Group, becoming the Lu Group’s…”

“Shut up.” Wen Li was really annoyed.

The maid was stunned, looking at Wen Li: “What did you say?”

The maid heard clearly, but Wen Li’s voice was not loud, which made the maid mistakenly believe that Wen Li was ashamed and inferior after seeing the gap between herself and the Wen family, so she only dared to mumble. Therefore, the maid deliberately asked again, wanting to see if Wen Li dared to speak loudly.

Wen Li slowly stopped, turned to look at her, her eyes cold, her words clear: “I told you to shut up.”

The maid’s face flushed red and white.

“Which room?”

Although she was doing things for the favored Eldest Miss, she still didn’t dare to be too presumptuous, so the maid pointed inside resentfully: “That…”

Secretly remembering this debt.

Wen Li’s tone was slow and leisurely, but her words were lethal: “Even if you serve the emperor, you’re just a servant, let alone serving a fake miss. I am the real master. Eat some walnuts to improve your brain. Get lost.”

Leaving the maid standing there, eyes wide with anger.

Wen Li held Hei Junjiang with one hand, her palm against Hei Junjiang’s soft belly, gently rubbing it, walking to the door.

After entering the room and glancing around, she put Hei Junjiang on the sofa and started rummaging through her backpack.

She took out a heavy button phone, turned it on, and just after checking two emails, a call came in.

“Damn it! You finally turned on your phone! The village finally got electricity, right? That’s really thank God, thank Buddha, thank Guangkun! I thought you were dead!”

Jiang Yingbai on the other end of the phone gritted his teeth, wishing he could punch through the screen in front of him to vent his anger.

Wen Li: “Nothing, hang up.”

Jiang Yingbai hurriedly said: “Something is up!”

“I just got the news, the bastard who bombed you in Nanyang didn’t die, but he’s badly injured, his condition is probably not much better than yours. He’s now searching the world for a surgical saint to save him. He kept the news tightly sealed, otherwise Nanyang would definitely be in chaos, and you could witness the great reform of Nanyang history～”

A murderous intent flickered in Wen Li’s eyes: “He’s quite tenacious.”

She took out a bottle of medicine, poured out a few pills and threw them into her mouth, went to the built-in water dispenser in the corner and took a glass of water to swallow them.

Looking at the back garden outside the window, she felt a dull pain in her head, and unconsciously crushed the empty disposable water cup in her hand.

The sickly face couldn’t hide the murderous aura.

Jiang Yingbai put his legs on the table: “Killing him isn’t difficult, he’s looking for you to save him, right? Saint, why don’t you show up and give him a chop on the operating table?”

Jiang Yingbai made a throat-slitting gesture.

Wen Li: “Ruin my own reputation for such a person? Besides, I don’t have time to take his life now.”

“It’s not necessary to bother. After so long, he’s still looking for someone to save him, which means he hasn’t taken out the bullet, or rather, no one has taken it out. As long as you don’t act impulsively to save him, and he doesn’t take the big risk of a heart transplant, his days are numbered. Just wait for him to die.”

“Who dies first is uncertain.” Wen Li said.

Upon hearing this, the carefree expression on Jiang Yingbai’s face was slowly replaced by seriousness.

The next second, he was grinning again: “You’re very lucky, even the King of Hell would have to detour, it’s hard for you to die.”

Compared to Jiang Yingbai’s worry and fear, Wen Li was much calmer, and asked him: “How’s Lu Yu’s surgical practice going?”

“He’s been practicing day and night, rehearsing various possible situations and countermeasures with several doctors repeatedly. I’m really afraid that before he operates on you, he’ll exhaust himself first. You should talk to him.”

Doctors cannot heal themselves. The Surgical Saint, however, cannot perform surgery to save himself, he can only place his hope elsewhere.

After hanging up Jiang Yingbai’s call, Wen Li took out her daily phone from her pocket and called her grandmother to report her safety.

Hearing that Wen Baixiang would take her to a large hospital tomorrow, the old lady was relieved.

“By the way, Lili, Professor Song and his grandson, Xiao Song, came to look for you again, they wouldn’t leave without seeing you…”

“Ignore them.”

Just after finishing the call with her grandmother, she received a WeChat call.

Wen Li casually answered, but the other side didn’t say a word.

“If you’re not going to speak, I’ll hang up.”

Without waiting a second, Wen Li hung up, not at all tolerant.

The other party then sent a text message: 【Are you in Beijing?】

Wen Li reluctantly replied: 【Yes】

Upon hearing that she was in Beijing, the other party sent several photos and a location.

Finally saying: 【I’ll wait for you】

Wen Li scrolled through the pictures, muttering: “Asking someone out without asking if they’re free, willing, or even setting a time.”

But she happened to be bored, and there was nothing to do in the room.

Taking some dried meat, Wen Li went out with Hei Junjiang.

Wen Baixiang sat in the main seat, the bowls and chopsticks in front of him untouched.

The maid came in at this time to tell him that Wen Li had gone out.

Lin Yun: “Someone raised in the countryside just has no manners. The elders are waiting for her to eat, but she leaves without a word.”

Wen Yan concernedly said: “It’s dark, and this is Xiao Li’s first time in Beijing, she doesn’t know her way around, will she be alright?”

But her mind was thinking about the maid A Jing’s retelling of Wen Li’s words: 【Let alone serving a fake miss, I am the real master】.

Lin Yun chuckled softly: “What could happen? She’s wild from the countryside, skipping classes and disappearing every few days, she’s gone half the year. Don’t worry, she won’t get lost.”

Wen Baixiang expressionless: “Let’s eat.”

Wen Li took a taxi to a shopping mall.

She saw someone waiting at the entrance from afar, dressed formally.

The other person lifted his foot, wanting to greet her, but shyly waited in place, looking forward to it.

When Wen Li approached, he immediately handed over a beautifully packaged box.

Wen Li took it, raising an eyebrow slightly: “For me?”

“Yes.”

He nodded, his eyes following the dog in Wen Li’s arms.

Wen Li handed the dog to him: “It doesn’t bite.”

Not far away, in a white Bentley, Lu Wu, who was staring at them from the driver’s seat, was about to rush out of the car to take the dog away, but afraid of displeasing his young master, he retreated.

With her hands free, Wen Li opened the gift in front of him.

It was a box of chocolates.

She picked one up and tasted it: “Such a little guy, quite thoughtful.”

The little boy holding the dog heard Wen Li’s words, he pursed his lips, seeming embarrassed.

Wen Li looked the little guy up and down, small shirt, small bow tie, couldn’t help but complain: “Dressed like a little stick-in-the-mud.”

The little stick-in-the-mud looked at her with innocent eyes.

Wen Li stuffed a piece of chocolate into his mouth: “Did you come alone?”

The little guy glanced at the Bentley not far away.

Wen Li followed his gaze, seeing that it was a luxury car, she didn’t care. In Beijing, a place full of the powerful and wealthy, it was nothing special.

“As long as there’s a sir accompanying you. Did you scout this place out?”

The little guy nodded, already impatient: “Yes”

“Then let’s go in.”

Wen Li walked inside, the little guy holding Hei Junjiang, waddling his short legs to follow.