Ch 40: Wen Li broke a leg with a golf club; all the Guests were dumbfounded.

Wen Li’s slender, white fingers tapped lightly against the railing, one after another.

Curious and appraising glances were cast upward at her, one after another, but Wen Li’s expression remained indifferent, ignoring them completely.

A figure suddenly appeared beside her.

Then, a small plate of cake and dessert was offered.

“You probably didn’t eat much on the way back from Mingcheng, did you? Try some.” Song Zhixian’s voice was gentle and warm, carrying a smile.

Those eyes, once they fell upon Wen Li, unconsciously held affection.

Wen Li turned her head to glance at him, seeing that his other hand was still holding a glass of champagne. As she looked over, he offered the champagne to her.

“This has the lowest alcohol content of all the drinks tonight. Having a little should be fine, or should I get you some juice?” Song Zhixian said, “Orange juice okay? I think there’s some apple added.”

“No, thank you.” Wen Li said, taking the plate from his hand. “Thank you.”

She picked up a fork and put a bite in her mouth.

Seeing her eat, the joy in Song Zhixian’s eyes was almost overflowing, like he’d won a battle, though he tried to restrain his expression.

Song Baiyan below watched this scene and laughed until his old face was about to crack: “A match made in heaven, a golden boy and a jade girl, a perfect match, so perfect.”

Wen Xin, however, was so angry she almost bit her teeth to pieces.

The discussions among the surrounding guests further fueled her resentment.

“Wen Baixiang is truly blessed. His adopted daughter is no worse than those real daughters of wealthy families. This one, raised in the countryside, is also capable. Judging by this situation, she’s going to marry into the Song family.”

“By marrying into the Song family, even if Wen Baixiang dislikes this daughter, he’ll have to consider the Song family’s face in the future.”

“Don’t speak too soon. Young people in love only see the surface. Marriage still needs to be a match in terms of social standing. I think this so-called real Wen Family Eldest Miss… she’s beautiful, but to marry into the Song family, she’s still lacking.”

“That’s true. That wild, uncouth energy she carries from the countryside is really unappealing. She doesn’t put people in their place. Judging by her attitude towards Wen Baixiang, she’ll eventually be sent back to the countryside.”

Wen Yan sat at a long table laden with alcohol, watching those socialites she once overshadowed one after another being invited to the dance floor.

In the past, at every banquet she attended, she was the center of attention, surrounded by people, with men lining up to invite her to dance.

Now, she was the one completely ignored.

After Wen Li declared in front of all the guests that she was the real daughter and Wen Yan was the fake one, everyone’s eyes towards her changed.

After the banquet moved to the backyard, Wen Yan intentionally avoided the crowd, even though maintaining her composure only made her look foolish.

Wen Li, I will remember this day.

Her expressionless gaze fell on the figure on the balcony.

Just as she was lost in thought, the Black Coal Ball circling outside suddenly entered her field of vision. Wen Yan’s expression shifted slightly, and she then got up and left.

She walked out of Wen Li’s sight.

Soon, the maid A Jing appeared beside her: “Eldest Miss, what can I do for you?”

Wen Yan slightly raised her chin towards Hei Junjiang in the distance: “Take Second Miss’s dog away. Don’t disturb the guests.”

Hei Junjiang, seeing such a large gathering for the first time, was both excited and a little shy. It only dared to wander around the perimeter, not daring to get close to the crowd, occasionally tilting its little head to look at Wen Li on the balcony, while cheering itself on.

It went under a table, moving forward, just as it was proud of taking its first step, a figure walked towards it…

At this time, a black Maybach stopped outside the Wen family’s gate.

The man who got out of the back seat had a tall and straight posture and a stern face.

A Jing looked at the small dog on the ground, a vicious idea forming in her heart, followed by a sly smile.

The Black Coal Ball lying on the ground was captivated by the dazzling lights and lively atmosphere, completely unaware that it was being watched.

A shadow fell, and before Hei Junjiang could react, its outstretched hind leg was forcefully stepped on.

Hei Junjiang immediately let out a yelp of pain, desperately trying to pull its leg back, whimpering incessantly.

“Little beast, you scared me.”

A Jing pretended to be startled, muttering a curse under her breath, then kicked Hei Junjiang away.

The small body flew through the air and landed on the grass.

Wen Li on the balcony, seeing this scene, her eyes suddenly turned cold.

Song Zhixian was secretly looking at Wen Li when a food plate was rudely shoved into his hands. He turned to look at Wen Li, who had suddenly turned and left.

He subconsciously called out: “Wen Li?”

Wen Li quickly walked through the living room and downstairs. As she passed the back door, she casually picked up a golf club leaning against the wall.

The gleaming metal head of the club dragged along the ground, leaving a long trail of sound. Wen Li had one hand in her pocket and the other holding the club, her pale face cold and severe.

She seemed calm and unhurried, but her pace was fast.

When she appeared in the backyard, radiating coldness, many people noticed her and looked at her, wondering what she was going to do.

A Jing looked at Hei Junjiang, whimpering and trembling on the ground, and smirked triumphantly.

She finally got revenge for the Eldest Miss.

She wasn’t worried about being seen by Wen Li or afraid that Wen Li would cause her trouble. With so many people here, Wen Li couldn’t possibly hit her, could she? Mr. Wen wouldn’t allow her to act recklessly.

Of course, if Wen Li really did hit her, that would be even better.

Everyone present was an important person. If Wen Li dared to hit someone in public, her reputation would be ruined, and Mr. Wen would definitely not let her off, perhaps even kicking her out of the Wen family.

In that case, not only would the Eldest Miss appreciate her more, but Madam and Third Miss would also look at her differently.

A Jing happily fantasized, unaware that danger was already approaching.

A cold voice sounded from behind: “Turn around.”

A Jing, immersed in her daydreams of promotion and a raise, subconsciously turned around.

The moment A Jing turned around, Wen Li swung the golf club, hitting A Jing’s knee hard.

The metal head struck the knee heavily, and the sound of a kneecap shattering could even be heard.

“Ah—”

A Jing let out a pig-like scream that echoed through the sky.

This brutal scene shocked everyone.

Several women gasped in shock, spilling their drinks. The ball came to an abrupt end, and all the guests were dumbfounded, their eyes wide with astonishment.

Lu Xixiao saw Wen Li’s elegant swing the moment he entered.

“Oh my god—” Lu Qi couldn’t help but whisper, covering his mouth.

Wen Baixiang’s wine glass fell to the ground, and he was stunned.

Wen Ming was also dumbfounded.

Everyone was frozen in place, staring blankly at Wen Li.

A Jing lay on the ground clutching her knee and rolling around, her mouth wide open, her face contorted in pain, her body drenched in cold sweat.

The shrill scream made people’s scalps tingle.

The elegant classical music was still playing, intertwined with A Jing’s screams, making the scene even more absurd and terrifying.