Chapter 492: Chapter 492

Seeing them chatting and laughing without a hint of suspicion, Li Zishen finally let out a sigh of relief.

The recent incident had been deftly handled.

At the same time, Li Weilian and Bai Long were also busy, but not with a casual gathering among friends—instead, they were attending a company appreciation dinner in their capacity as managers.

Li Weilian was there for a soon-to-be-released special effect medicine, while Bai Long was involved in the medical equipment sector.

Ever since Li Zishen had brought Li Weilian over from Country Y, personnel deployment had been adjusted accordingly, including at Yishen Pharmaceutical Factory.

Everyone was occupied with their own tasks, and Chen Xin was no exception.

He was originally working overtime at Yishen Mall, dealing with some documents, when he suddenly received a call from Nanny Wu and then drove straight to Nanjiang Villa.

Nanny Wu had not rashly contacted Li Zishen.

She knew Madam Lai all too well—if there was anything amiss at Bie Yuan, she would certainly not want to alarm her eldest son.

Moreover, when delivering millet porridge earlier in the evening, Madam Lai had specifically instructed her about a press conference happening the next day, which she remembered very clearly.

Yet, Nanny Wu had not breathed a word about Lai Jingshan’s reminder to check on Madam Lai.

By this time, tranquility had once again returned to Bie Yuan.

"This late at night, calling you over here, I’m sorry!" Chen Xin had just entered when Nanny Wu came up to him, her eyes red as if she had just cried.

Over the years, she had taken care of Madam Lai as if she were her own daughter and was truly frightened by what had happened.

If the maid hadn’t discovered the situation in time, or Lai Jingshan hadn’t called to alert her, Nanny Wu didn’t dare to think what the study could have become inflamed into.

Perhaps even Madam Lai might have been injured.

"It’s alright, how is Madam Lai?"

"Her mood is very bad; she just had an injection, and the doctor said... she should be asleep until about seven or eight in the morning tomorrow."

Chen Xin nodded thoughtfully, "Why did Madam Lai burn things? Did she say anything beforehand? Did you see what was inside?"

"I didn’t see clearly, it was just... a lot of papers, densely packed with writing. Madam Lai didn’t tell me to look, and she was very worried about tomorrow’s press conference. You can’t tell the young master, you can’t."

Nanny Wu’s eyes were filled with anxiety, her voice trembling slightly, and even a little incoherent.

"Is it related to tomorrow’s press conference?"

"No, no it’s not, Madam Lai is... I don’t know, maybe she didn’t want to affect the young master."

"Don’t tell the young master, at least not until after the press conference," Nanny Wu pleaded, grabbing Chen Xin’s arm.

"Don’t worry, it’s fine; I’ll go have a look."

"Nothing has been touched, nor cleaned up."

"Okay, that’s good, you go attend to your tasks."

Promptly, Chen Xin went alone to the study, where, just as he had anticipated, the wooden floors were a mess and the document bag was burned to ashes.

At nine o’clock in the evening, Nanfeng Mansion.

Though Wang Jinhui’s charm had not faded with the years, every strand of silver hair told a story of passing time.

In the tea room, Wang Junchen looked at him intently, recalling his childhood when he had said so many ruthless words and committed so many heartless acts.

Fortunately, his father was resilient enough not to have been dealt a mortal blow by frustration.

"Dad, is Uncle Quan feeling better?"

Wang Jinhui raised his eyebrows, asking seriously, "What, you want to have another fight?"

"How could I!" cleared his throat, Wang Junchen sat up straight, "Do you have plans... uh, when are you going to make up the wedding?"

"Are you trying to meddle in this too?"

"No, no, no, that’s not it!"

Seeing his father glance at the teacup, Wang Junchen hurriedly picked up the teapot and reverently topped up his father’s tea, then shuffled the pastries closer. Read full story at n0velfire.net

He was the picture of someone currying favor.

Meanwhile, in the yoga room.

Ye Wanhua was meditating along with Tang Mei.

She had been kept quite busy these past few days, either accompanying others to select wedding supplies or helping to turn over the earth.

Nanfeng Mansion had a sunroom that was even larger than the one at Li Garden, not only cultivating vegetables but also growing fruit and koi carp.

As a woman who had just become pregnant a month ago, Ye Wanhua had not been idle.

The bright side was abundant; her appetite had improved greatly, her breath had become much steadier, and her blood sugar levels had returned to normal.

She attributed these improvements to physical labor.

Before, Ye Wanhua often went to the fitness club and always got an annual membership. She maintained her figure quite well, but her old ailment had never been cured.

"Mom, let me make the quilt, okay?"

Tang Mei shifted her position and asked, "There are twelve beds to make. Can you handle it alone?"

Actually, Tang Mei had already arranged for it. She gathered people skilled with needle and thread, and even the cotton and fabric needed were prepared well in advance.

After all, Ye Wanhua was pregnant, and sewing quilts was a very mind-taxing task.

"Mom, why don’t you leave it to me?"

"Alright, just take it easy, don’t rush."

"Thank you, Mom, I will."

Just as she had finished speaking, there came a few tentative knocks from outside the solid wood door.

Knock knock knock, knock knock knock.

Tang Mei ignored him, meditating calmly.

Ye Wanhua didn’t know what to say either and could only maintain silence, continuing to change positions following Tang Mei.

He didn’t dare to enter rashly, so he frowned and glanced at his wristwatch, making sure it was nine-thirty.

Even though Tang Mei was now the legal wife of his father, Wang Jinhui, his status as the head of Shen Shiyi still intimidated him in a subtle way.

What’s going on, didn’t hear it?

Should be over, right?

This late at night... could they have gone out?

Wang Junchen cleared his throat and asked, "Ah Hua, when are we going home?"

Tang Mei slowly opened her eyes: "Go ahead."

Given permission, Ye Wanhua quickly replied, "I’ll be ready soon, just wait a moment."

She wasn’t afraid of Tang Mei, but out of respect.

From the first time she saw Tang Mei on Chunlei Street, Ye Wanhua had admired her greatly. She was already in her sixties, yet so disciplined.

She felt honored to have such a mother-in-law and took Tang Mei as a role model in many aspects.

Outside, Wang Junchen frowned deeply.

"What’s going on, pretending not to hear?"

But just as he had finished saying that, he quickly covered his mouth, as if afraid Tang Mei would hear him again.

"No rush, no rush, take your time!"

His wife was his to care for. Although it was Ye Wanhua’s own choice, Wang Junchen always felt it wasn’t right. Who uses a pregnant woman as free labor?

At that moment, the sound of a door opening and closing came from not far away.

Wang Junchen turned and saw his father, Wang Jinhui, arriving and quickly went to greet him.

"Dad, do you need something?"

"What? Do I need to notify you in advance to pick up my daughter-in-law?" Wang Jinhui raised an eyebrow, his tone not too pleasant, then he opened the door to the yoga room.

One by one, what’s going on here?

Oh, she’s the Queen, you’re the King, and me and Ah Hua have become your servants?

Feeling out of place.

Despite his complaints, he quickly adjusted his attitude and continued waiting obediently.

"Dad, you’re here!" Ye Wanhua had just finished organizing the yoga equipment and looked up to see Wang Jinhui standing at the door with a square gift box in hand.

It was made of velvet material, a deep sapphire blue.

She had thought it was Wang Junchen and guessed he had finally figured things out and wouldn’t be awkward anymore.

"Let’s go back; it’s getting late."

"Oh, okay, goodnight, Dad!"

No sooner had Ye Wanhua gone out than Wang Junchen took her hand and started a series of concerned inquiries, though in a very low voice, just enough for the two of them to hear.

"Tired or not, did you..."

Watching their side-by-side silhouettes walking away, Wang Jinhui’s expression softened, and he slowly closed the door.