Because she was addicted

Lu Chenyan's words made Wen Jia feel somewhat wistful.

Then she realized that her wild thoughts just now had gone too far.

Tang Ning loved Fu Huaishen so much that she even considered suicide for him.

How could there possibly be anything between her and Lu Chenyan?

Besides, she had already promised Lu Chenyan that she would trust him.

She couldn't let Shen Yu's betrayal make her constantly suspicious and paranoid.

She has already accepted Lu Chenyan's marriage proposal.

How could this happen?

"Ayan,"

Wen Jia felt deeply guilty for having been suspicious earlier. She swallowed hard.

"You didn't know beforehand that President Fu was planning to secretly marry Shen Li in England the next day. At that time, President Tang was in such a state in the hospital, so it was understandable that you called President Fu to ask him to come over. If you have to blame someone, you can only blame the fact that everything happened too coincidentally."

Fu Huaishen was about to leave the country in secret when Tang Ning attempted suicide by cutting her wrists in the hospital.

There's no way it's such a coincidence.

I don't know where Tang Ning got the news from, it just happened to be such a coincidence.

Lu Chenyan reached out and pulled her.

"Jiajia, it's truly not easy for two people in love to eventually be together. We must learn from Shen Ge and Shen Li's experience. No matter how difficult the road ahead, we must persevere to the end. Okay?"

"Um."

Wen Jia held his hand and pressed it against her face.

Lu Chenyan, as long as you don't give up, I will never give up either.

……

A dilapidated old residential area in the eastern part of the city.

Secretary Li gently knocked on the door of a dimly lit attic room on the sixth floor.

"Ah Shen, open the door. I heard from Xiao Wu that you weren't feeling well, so I came to see you. Ah Shen, don't worry, I won't do anything to you. Open the door, it's almost midnight, and it wouldn't be good if we disturbed the neighbors."

"Ah Shen?"

Secretary Li listened intently at the door for a long time, but there was no sound from inside.

"Is it inside?"

He turned to look at the dark stairwell.

Xiao Wu was forced to the ground with his arms twisted and his mouth gagged by two burly men. When he struggled, he was met with even tighter and more brutal restraints.

"Xiao Wu, think it through. If anything happens to A Shen, it won't be something you or I can be responsible for."

"Hmm!"

Xiao Wu struggled for a moment, then finally lowered his head.

His face was pressed against the rough cement floor, and he finally nodded as if deflated.

Secretary Li silently took a few steps back and gently waved her hand.

"Smash it!"

The landlord downstairs heard the commotion and ran upstairs.

"What are you doing?!"

Before the landlord could finish speaking, Secretary Li pulled out a check and slapped it against his chest.

"From this moment on, this house belongs to us. Whether we demolish it, blow it up, or raze it to the ground, it's none of your business anymore."

The landlord counted the string of zeros on the check, and the curse he was muttering suddenly took a different turn.

"You're busy, you're busy!"

A burly man took two steps back, raised his foot, and kicked the already flimsy door away.

Two men quickly went inside.

Secretary Li followed closely behind.

The owner of the house had clearly left in a hurry, leaving many personal belongings behind. The house still looked like it was inhabited. However, the curtains were drawn, and the coffee table and floor in the living room were littered with empty wine bottles.

On the warm yellow sofa, a person was sprawled out, looking haphazardly.

His hair was disheveled, his beard was unkempt, his clothes hadn't been changed in days, his cheeks were sunken, and he lay there motionless, it was impossible to tell whether he was alive or dead.

"hurry up!"

Secretary Li waved his hand, and a man who looked like a doctor immediately stepped forward.

The doctor knelt on the ground, quickly examined the patient, and then turned around and said:

"Don't worry, he's just drunk."

Secretary Li's tense face finally relaxed a little.

"Carry the person on your back and return to Xiaolian Village."

"Yes."

A burly man carried the completely drunk Fu Huaishen downstairs in a hurry.

Secretary Li looked around the room.

The simple kitchen connects to the cramped living room, which can be seen from one end to the other at a glance. With a sofa, coffee table, dining table, and three stools, the entire space is so narrow that it's almost impossible to turn around.

There was a photograph on the coffee table.

It's a photo of Fu Huaishen with that woman and the child.

In the photo, Fu Huaishen is holding a child, and a woman in a white dress is nestled beside him, a happy family of three.

Secretary Li sighed softly, took the photo, and tucked it into her bosom.

"Doctors and security personnel will provide 24-hour close protection from tonight until the end of the wedding tomorrow, staying by your side at all times. Make sure that Ashen can be at the wedding tomorrow."

Secretary Li gave the order in a deep voice.

"Yes."

……

In Haicheng, the Fu family was the most prestigious and long-established wealthy family a century ago.

When it came to Fu Xiu's father's generation, he only had one daughter.

Fu Xiu has always been a person of her word; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to keep the huge family business after it was passed down to her.

However, nearly twenty years of illness have tormented Fu Xiu to the point of being neither human nor ghost. She went to England for treatment for six years, but still could not eradicate the disease, and will spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair.

In her early fifties, she already had a full head of white hair and looked like an old woman.

Today is the wedding of her only son, Fu Huaishen.

Mrs. Fu dressed up carefully and reappeared in the public eye after twenty years.

The marriage between the Fu family and the newly wealthy Tang family shocked the entire city of Haicheng.

Business luminaries and media representatives from all walks of life are present today to witness this sensational wedding of the century that has captivated the entire city.

The wedding was held at the most luxurious seaside hotel in Haicheng, which is also owned by the Fu family.

The car drove slowly, and wedding preparations were already underway several miles away.

Balloons, flowers, directional signs, and hot air balloons in the distance all guide the wedding guests.

"This is quite a show of wealth."

Wen Jia couldn't help but sigh as she watched the road signs rushing past on the side of the road.

"Envious? Don't worry, our wedding will only be bigger and more grand than this."

Today, Lu Chenyan wore a black haute couture suit, a white shirt, a black bow tie, and his short black hair combed back, which made his face look even more dashing.

Wen Jia smiled and patted his arm.

"That's not what I meant at all. I don't want my wedding to be so extravagant, nor do I want any performances or shows for others to see. We'll just quietly get our marriage certificate, maybe have a meal with our families at most. If we have time, we'll go on a trip. Let's not do any of this, it scares me."

Lu Chenyan smiled, his eyes narrowing, and looked at her with doting eyes: "Okay, whatever you say."

Outside the hotel lies a lawn spanning hundreds of acres, adorned with balloons, flowers, fountains, and various white Western sculptures nestled among the greenery. Visitors come and go in groups of twos and threes, wine glasses in hand, some playing, others chatting.

As soon as the car entered the hotel, a waiter came to help park it.

Another waiter led the way.

"Mr. Lu, Ms. Wen, this way please."

Wen Jia wore a pale yellow dress today. The floor-length skirt draped smoothly and shimmered as she walked. It was specially made for her by Lu Chenyan in England half a month in advance.

Her hair was styled in a high bun, revealing her slender and elegant swan neck. Around her neck she wore a necklace given to her by Lu Chenyan's mother, and on her wrists she wore a delicate gold chain and a mini four-leaf clover bracelet.

There are no superfluous embellishments, but everything is just right, elegant and luxurious without being overwhelming.

This was the first time Wen Jia had attended such a high-profile wedding.

She held Lu Chenyan's hand, walking very carefully with each step, afraid that she might make a fool of herself. If she really embarrassed herself in a situation like today, it wouldn't just be her face that was lost, but also Lu Chenyan's.

"Ayan, Miss Wen, you've arrived."

Lu Chenyan's mother appeared before them with a glass of champagne.

"mom!"

"Aunt."

After exchanging greetings, Lu Chenyan's mother suddenly said:

"Ah Yan, do you want to go check on Ah Shen in the back? I think I saw him being pushed in in a wheelchair at the back of the hotel just now."

Lu Chenyan was taken aback.

"Jiajia, are you sure you can manage on your own?"

"It's alright, you can go ahead."

Although Wen Jia did not want to be alone with Lu Chenyan's mother, she could not refuse when she heard that Fu Huaishen had something to do.