After leaving the office, Wen Wenyao hailed a taxi on the roadside and headed straight home.
She was determined to proceed with the legal process as quickly as possible, putting an end to Qin Ruixi’s life. Additionally, she planned to severely suppress the Qin family. Only then could she alleviate her pent-up hatred.
Song Nanqiao…
The name resurfaced in Wen Wenyao’s mind…
For a moment, her eyes welled up with tears.
Thank goodness she hadn’t seen Song Nanqiao’s injured state in person.
Otherwise, she might have gone insane…
With these thoughts, Wen Wenyao’s eyes filled with a mix of madness and fragility, her self-blame resurfacing.
When Qin Qiuhuan had attacked Song Nanqiao previously, she had constantly reassured herself that it was just an accident and that she would protect Song Nanqiao next time. But history had repeated itself, and once again, it was Song Nanqiao who was hurt.
This time…
Why doesn’t she just do it the hard way?
Wen Wenyao’s mind conceived a daring plan. This time, she would make sure the Qin family could never stand up again.
Only then could her beloved Song Nanqiao be safe…
A hint of madness flashed in Wen Wenyao’s eyes.
“Miss, we’ve arrived,” the taxi driver called out. He had parked for quite some time, and it seemed like the passenger in the back seat was lost in thought.
“Thank you.”
The driver’s reminder snapped Wen Wenyao back to reality. She had been so absorbed in her thoughts that she hadn’t realized the car had already stopped.
She handed the driver a hundred yuan bill and didn’t ask for change. She was too preoccupied with handling Song Nanqiao’s situation.
“People from wealthy families are truly different. Tsk tsk, a tip of seventy or eighty yuan,” the driver mumbled, pocketing the hundred-yuan bill. He couldn’t believe the generosity of the rich.
Wen Wenyao went directly to her father’s office. There was a landline phone inside that her father, Wen Guangquan, frequently used, making it easier to carry out this matter using his phone number.
Opening her briefcase and browsing through the information, she finally settled on one person.
Jia Xu, the Chief Justice of the Provincial Supreme Court.
“Brother, do you need something from me?”
“Uncle, it’s me, Wen Wenyao.”
“Ah, Wen Miss, what can I do for you?” Jia Xu recalled Wen Guangquan’s daughter after a long time. It was strange for her to call him, and he sensed that there might be something important behind it. Though her voice was soft and polite, he could detect a sense of urgency.
He had developed a knack for sensing such things over his years in politics.
“It’s like this…”
Wen Wenyao’s tone turned serious, and she unintentionally mimicked her father’s way of speaking. In just a few minutes, she conveyed the entire incident in detail, emphasizing several times the importance of Song Nanqiao in her life.
But the focus wasn’t on the cause and effect of the incident; it was Song Nanqiao’s significance. In narrating the incident, she repeatedly emphasized it.
Jia Xu naturally understood the implications…
“I understand your feelings, Miss Wen. However, if your friend has survived a life-threatening situation, the Qin family’s child won’t receive the death penalty. At most, they could get a life sentence.”
Even though Song Nanqiao was significant to Wen Wenyao, Jia Xu couldn’t take such a risk unless it was Wen Guangquan’s wish.
“My father told me that I can enjoy all the connections he has. The death of Qin Ruixi is not my capricious request; it’s my demand.”
Before Jia Xu could respond, Wen Wenyao continued.
“Moreover, Uncle, your phone number was given to me by my father. You understand, right?”
With this statement, Jia Xu’s attitude changed. He realized the implications of his phone number being provided by Wen Guangquan. It meant that Wen Guangquan had approved…
In his mind, Wen Guangquan’s approval meant that he should take this case.
“All right, I understand, Miss Wen. Rest assured.”
After a moment of thought, Jia Xu’s voice came from the other end of the phone.
Wen Wenyao thanked him and then hung up.
Exhausted, she lay on her bed, covering her face with her hands, silently repeating in her mind, “Anyone who harms you… will pay the price.”
After leaving the office, Wen Wenyao hailed a taxi on the roadside and headed straight home.
She was determined to proceed with the legal process as quickly as possible, putting an end to Qin Ruixi’s life. Additionally, she planned to severely suppress the Qin family. Only then could she alleviate her pent-up hatred.
Song Nanqiao…
The name resurfaced in Wen Wenyao’s mind…
For a moment, her eyes welled up with tears.
Thank goodness she hadn’t seen Song Nanqiao’s injured state in person.
Otherwise, she might have gone insane…
With these thoughts, Wen Wenyao’s eyes filled with a mix of madness and fragility, her self-blame resurfacing.
When Qin Qiuhuan had attacked Song Nanqiao previously, she had constantly reassured herself that it was just an accident and that she would protect Song Nanqiao next time. But history had repeated itself, and once again, it was Song Nanqiao who was hurt.
This time…
Why doesn’t she just do it the hard way?
Wen Wenyao’s mind conceived a daring plan. This time, she would make sure the Qin family could never stand up again.
Only then could her beloved Song Nanqiao be safe…
A hint of madness flashed in Wen Wenyao’s eyes.
“Miss, we’ve arrived,” the taxi driver called out. He had parked for quite some time, and it seemed like the passenger in the back seat was lost in thought.
“Thank you.”
The driver’s reminder snapped Wen Wenyao back to reality. She had been so absorbed in her thoughts that she hadn’t realized the car had already stopped.
She handed the driver a hundred yuan bill and didn’t ask for change. She was too preoccupied with handling Song Nanqiao’s situation.
“People from wealthy families are truly different. Tsk tsk, a tip of seventy or eighty yuan,” the driver mumbled, pocketing the hundred-yuan bill. He couldn’t believe the generosity of the rich.
Wen Wenyao went directly to her father’s office. There was a landline phone inside that her father, Wen Guangquan, frequently used, making it easier to carry out this matter using his phone number.
Opening her briefcase and browsing through the information, she finally settled on one person.
Jia Xu, the Chief Justice of the Provincial Supreme Court.
“Brother, do you need something from me?”
“Uncle, it’s me, Wen Wenyao.”
“Ah, Wen Miss, what can I do for you?” Jia Xu recalled Wen Guangquan’s daughter after a long time. It was strange for her to call him, and he sensed that there might be something important behind it. Though her voice was soft and polite, he could detect a sense of urgency.
He had developed a knack for sensing such things over his years in politics.
“It’s like this…”
Wen Wenyao’s tone turned serious, and she unintentionally mimicked her father’s way of speaking. In just a few minutes, she conveyed the entire incident in detail, emphasizing several times the importance of Song Nanqiao in her life.
But the focus wasn’t on the cause and effect of the incident; it was Song Nanqiao’s significance. In narrating the incident, she repeatedly emphasized it.
Jia Xu naturally understood the implications…
“I understand your feelings, Miss Wen. However, if your friend has survived a life-threatening situation, the Qin family’s child won’t receive the death penalty. At most, they could get a life sentence.”
Even though Song Nanqiao was significant to Wen Wenyao, Jia Xu couldn’t take such a risk unless it was Wen Guangquan’s wish.
“My father told me that I can enjoy all the connections he has. The death of Qin Ruixi is not my capricious request; it’s my demand.”
Before Jia Xu could respond, Wen Wenyao continued.
“Moreover, Uncle, your phone number was given to me by my father. You understand, right?”
With this statement, Jia Xu’s attitude changed. He realized the implications of his phone number being provided by Wen Guangquan. It meant that Wen Guangquan had approved…
In his mind, Wen Guangquan’s approval meant that he should take this case.
“All right, I understand, Miss Wen. Rest assured.”
After a moment of thought, Jia Xu’s voice came from the other end of the phone.
Wen Wenyao thanked him and then hung up.
Exhausted, she lay on her bed, covering her face with her hands, silently repeating in her mind, “Anyone who harms you… will pay the price.”
