Mr. Liang, you mustn't covet other people's fiancées!

On Saturday afternoon, Wen Li was cleaning at home.

The phone on the dining table was on speakerphone, and Tian Miao's muttering voice could be heard from it.

"Youyou, what are your plans for the Spring Festival holiday?"

Wen Li wiped the flowerpots: "Nothing much planned, just eating, sleeping, and occasionally going out."

"How about we go back to Qucheng together? I can show you the festive atmosphere of the South while I'm at it," Tian Miao asked.

After accompanying Wen Li to the police station last time, Tian Miao learned about Wen Li's family situation.

As a good friend, she felt sorry for Wen Li, so she had the idea of ​​inviting Wen Li to her home for the New Year well in advance.

Wen Li paused, turned around and walked to the dining table, picked up her phone, and said with a gentle smile, "It's still a long way from the Spring Festival holiday, let's talk about it later."

"It's getting late. We only have one more week before we finish our work for the year." Tian Miao was eating potato chips, crunching away.

Wen Li hesitated: "If I suddenly go to your house, it will disturb your uncle and aunt."

"No," Tian Miao said confidently. "My parents are very hospitable, and they've always known that I have a good friend like you."

"I'll let them know in advance so they can make preparations. I won't bother them, so you can just come back with me without worry."

Tian Miao continued talking about the unique delicacies and beautiful scenery of Qucheng. Wen Li listened with a smile that made her eyes crinkle, and she felt relieved.

"Okay, then I'll go with you for a week."

"Okay, I'll tell my parents right away."

Wen Li nodded: "Then come with me to the mall tomorrow. I'll bring some New Year's gifts for my uncle and aunt."

Knowing Wen Li's thoughtful nature, Tian Miao didn't refuse and simply replied, "Okay."

Just as I hung up the phone, there was a knock on the door.

Wen Li walked over and opened the door. Looking at the community property manager at the entrance, she asked in confusion, "Is there something you need, Manager Zhang?"

"Ms. Wen, this is a New Year's gift prepared by the community for each resident. Please sign for it."

As Manager Zhang spoke, he handed over the gift box in his hand.

"There's even a New Year's gift?" Wen Li was somewhat surprised.

Manager Zhang smiled and said, "Yes, every household receives one every year."

Wen Li accepted it and thanked her with a smile.

After Manager Zhang went downstairs, he made a phone call: "Mr. Yan, we have delivered the gift you requested."

"Thank you for your hard work." Yan Jin hung up the phone with Manager Zhang and quickly called Liang Chaoxu.

Upon answering the phone, Liang Chaoxu coughed twice, his voice thick with nasal congestion: "What's wrong?"

"President Liang, Vice President Jiang has taken some people to Wen Chenghua's house."

Liang Chaoxu raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose: "Have them keep an eye on things, and notify me immediately if anything happens."

"Okay, Mr. Liang."

A residential community in the suburbs of Beijing

Wen Chenghua sat on the sofa, watching Jiang You slowly flipping through the photo album, and was so nervous that he kept swallowing.

"Your family of three seems quite happy." Jiang You closed the photo album, looked up at Wen Chenghua, and his tone was unreadable.

"It's...it's alright." Wen Chenghua rubbed his knees, smiling obsequiously.

Jiang You snorted coldly, slowly stood up, walked to the window, and turned his back to Wen Chenghua: "Since you don't acknowledge Wen Li as your daughter, why have you repeatedly gone to her to ask for money?"

Wen Chenghua had something to hide and didn't dare to respond easily.

"Wen Li just started working and doesn't have much money on her," Jiang You said, turning to Wen Chenghua. "How much money do you want? I'll give it to you."

Wen Chenghua's eyes lit up instantly.

He never expected that a mere bluff to intimidate Wen Li would earn him two payments.

A while ago, someone surnamed Yan came, and now this person who doesn't even want to reveal his surname has come knocking on our door again.

Seeing the gleam in his eyes, Jiang You felt a surge of anger. But not wanting to get entangled with such a scoundrel, he suppressed his anger and spoke in a cold voice.

"But you have to write a guarantee promising that you will not bother Wen Li again from now on."

Wen Chenghua's eyes darted around slyly as he quickly calculated in his mind.

Both groups said the same thing, so it seems Wen Li is very important to them. In that case, all I need to do is keep an eye on Wen Li.

What guarantee? It'll just be a worthless piece of paper in the end.

After thinking it over, Wen Chenghua smiled and nodded: "Sure, no problem at all."

Jiang You gritted his teeth, his jaw grinding. He couldn't believe there was such a father in the world. He looked at his assistant beside him: "Give him paper and pen."

As Wen Chenghua was engrossed in writing, the door was knocked on again.

The assistant went over and opened the door. Song Yu, who was outside, saw six or seven fierce-looking men standing inside. His expression changed instantly, and he turned and ran away.

Why are you running away for no reason?

Jiang You frowned, puzzled. "Let's go see what's going on."

Song Yu was brought back with his hands tied behind his back by two men. The moment he saw Jiang You's face, he suddenly raised his voice: "It's you!"

Jiang You glanced down at him, and it took him a while to realize that he was Wen Li's ex-fiancé.

"What are you doing here?" Jiang You leaned forward slightly, his gaze sinister and chilling.

"I…," Song Yu glanced quickly at Wen Chenghua, forcing a show of force, "What's it to you!"

Jiang You wasn't annoyed. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and thoughtfully looked Song Yu and Wen Chenghua back and forth.

A moment later, Jiang You took out his phone and called Liang Chaoxu, his laughter carrying a deeper meaning: "President Liang, you really have a good nephew."

Liang Chaoxu arrived an hour later.

Wen Chenghua stared at Liang Chaoxu, whose face was gloomy, feeling a sense of déjà vu, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

Song Yu squatted on the ground, feeling increasingly guilty and afraid, and dared not look directly at Liang Chaoxu the whole time.

"I suspect your nephew conspired with this person to plot against Wen Li." Jiang You walked to Liang Chaoxu's side and raised an eyebrow.

Liang Chaoxu coughed twice and looked at Song Yu: "Are you ignoring what I said?"

Song Yu shook his head: "No, Uncle. I just came to see Uncle Wen about something."

"Then why did you run away for no reason just now?" Jiang You didn't believe his nonsense.

Song Yu's lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

Seeing this, Wen Chenghua, who had been sitting quietly observing from the side, quickly spoke up, trying to defuse the situation: "It must be you..."

Jiang You turned his head: "Shut up."

Liang Chaoxu glanced at Wen Chenghua and said to Song Yu, "Get up and come with me."

Jiang You's expression changed: "You want to protect him?"

"This has nothing to do with Vice President Jiang," Liang Chaoxu said, turning and leaving Wen Chenghua's house.

Jiang You, enraged, quickly chased after him: "Liang Chaoxu, he hurt Wen Li, and you're still protecting him!"

Without turning his head, Liang Chaoxu led Song Yu downstairs, quickly got into the car, and drove away.

Jiang You was so angry that he had a headache. After calming down, he went back upstairs to pay Wen Chenghua.

Afterwards, Wen Chenghua, with a fawning smile, saw Jiang You and his group downstairs.

Night fell, and the streetlights dimmed.

Jiang You's expression was unreadable as he instructed his assistant, "Keep a record of the transfer; we'll need it later."

"Okay," the assistant said, jogging forward to open the car door for Jiang You.