Chapter 94 Madam Wen

She pulled her hand back while he was still surprised and ran off.

They were left standing there.

Zuo An was startled.

"Madam, she's too fierce, she actually started scolding?" He cautiously observed Master Ye's expression, knowing they wouldn't be able to withstand his anger.

The man's eyes, however, were dark and unclear, constantly following the direction the girl had gone.

For some reason, the moment he saw her tears, his heart clenched instantly.

He clenched his fist.

This woman was truly calculating.

She was the most calculating woman he had ever met in his life!

Wen Yan put her things away at home and went to the hospital.

She hadn't seen her mother for a long time since the court incident.

Upon meeting again, for some reason, there was a sense of unfamiliarity. They sat on the sofa, and Mother Wen silently poured her water.

Wen Yan drank the water.

The atmosphere was quiet, with a hint of awkwardness.

"Are you still angry with me?" Wen Yan asked softly.

Mother Wen shook her head, "You've grown up, your wings have hardened, Mom can't control you anymore."

"Mom, being too soft only leads to being bullied. I will definitely protect you and my younger brother in the future," Wen Yan said with a firm tone.

Mother Wen looked at her with complex eyes and finally sighed, "But you're a girl, how can a girl be so assertive?"

"Mom, that's old-fashioned thinking. There are many female entrepreneurs now. Women can also earn a living and stand at the top. Constantly demeaning yourself only makes men get carried away."

The last sentence struck a chord in Mother Wen's heart.

"Perhaps you're right," she said, looking weary.

In a few months, her mother seemed to have aged ten years, with wrinkles and white hair on her face.

Wen Yan felt a pang of sadness and held her hand, "Mom, don't just stay in the hospital room all the time. I'm making money now. I'll accompany you out for a walk, buy some clothes, and relax."

"You're still young, save your money, don't spend it carelessly. I have no mood to buy clothes now. As long as Ziyu isn't awake, my heart won't be at ease," Mother Wen clutched her chest.

"Then let's go downstairs for a walk and get some sun. You need to regulate your mood to take good care of your brother."

"Alright." Her mother finally agreed.

The aristocratic hospital had a large garden downstairs, with neatly trimmed lawns and fresh air. The sun shone lazily down, making it very comfortable.

Wen Yan massaged her mother's shoulders, "Mom, look, isn't it nice to come out for a walk occasionally?"

"Indeed, I feel relaxed both physically and mentally."

They were enjoying the quiet atmosphere.

Suddenly, it was broken.

"Mom, look, there are so many rare flowers planted here."

A charming voice came, and Wen Yan almost thought she was hallucinating.

Then, another unfamiliar yet familiar middle-aged female voice laughed, "Indeed, and there's a Blue Rose, it's so beautiful."

"If you like it, we'll take some back."

As the voices drew closer, Wen Yan's body turned cold, feeling as if hell had arrived.

Why were they here?

And at this particular time.

Wen Yan didn't have time to think further, because Mother Wen had already turned around and saw a mother and daughter approaching.

Their eyes met, and all four fell silent.

Wen Ya's eyes widened in surprise, and she instinctively blurted out, "Is this Aunt Qiuyun? Auntie, what happened to you?"

Beside Wen Ya, Madam Wen, dressed in opulent attire, looked like she was in her early thirties, accustomed to a life of luxury.

But Wen Yan's mother had wrinkles and white hair, appearing to be in her fifties.

"Qiuyun," Madam Wen said gracefully as she approached, "What have you been through during this time? Have you been suffering? I've been looking for you, wanting to offer you help."

"I don't need your fake sympathy!" Li Qiuyun was furious, wanting to bite her to death upon seeing her. "How many years have you been pretending to be like this!"

"Qiuyun, you still refuse to accept me?" Madam Wen seemed heartbroken. "I've always thought of you."

"Stop disgusting me, you ungrateful wretch. I introduced you to your job back then, and you took the opportunity to seduce my husband..."

"Auntie!"

Wen Ya was angry. "We didn't mention what happened back then out of respect for you, but you've been spreading rumors about my mother outside. I respect you as an elder, please stop this!"

Her gaze seemed to be looking at someone who was disrespecting her elders.

Li Qiuyun trembled with anger. Wen Yan immediately helped her mother up. "Mom, it seems there are flies here, let's go back. Be careful not to get bitten."

Wen Ya was taken aback and reacted angrily, "Wen Yan, who are you calling a fly?"

Wen Yan couldn't be bothered to respond and went back with her mother.

However, they stuck to them like leeches.

"Yan Yan, I know your mother has always misunderstood me, but you're grown up now and should be able to discern right from wrong. I genuinely want to help you. I heard the Li family went bankrupt and you have no place to stay. Are you here at the hospital today to see to your mother's health? I can help you." Madam Wen said.

Wen Ya thought her mother was too kind.

But Wen Yan didn't even glance at her.

This made Wen Ya feel annoyed.

On the way back, they encountered the doctor of her younger brother.

"Hello, Dr. Liu," Wen Yan said warmly.

"Yes, are you out? It's good to go out and about. Don't let your mother stay in your brother's room all the time, it's not good for her health if she stays too long," Dr. Liu advised.

Wen Yan acknowledged him.

Madam Wen was slightly surprised.

So it was Wen Ziyu who was here, but the aristocratic hospital's expenses were exorbitant. How could they afford it? They probably weren't in a good ward.

"Yan Yan, your brother isn't well yet? You didn't tell me about such a big matter. You can't let Ziyu stay in a bad ward. I happen to know the director here, I'll arrange for your brother to be moved to a good private room." Madam Wen said.

Wen Yan truly found them annoying.

Buzzing like flies.

"No, thank you, please leave." She said coldly.

Wen Ya was still young and couldn't help herself, "Sister, aren't you going too far? My mother has always been good to you, and it's one thing if you don't appreciate it, but do you have to be so cold? We don't owe you anything!"

"Then you can leave. Did we ask for your help?" Wen Yan asked.

"How detestable! You're simply ungrateful!" Wen Ya was furious.

Madam Wen quickly comforted Wen Ya and then said to Wen Yan, "Yan Yan, I'm truly doing this for Ziyu's sake. Ziyu's health is already poor, and staying in a bad ward will only affect him negatively. I'll call the director now and arrange for a private room."

Wen Ya muttered, "You're so funny, sacrificing your child's life for the sake of pride."

Seeing that they still ignored her, Wen Ya was furious, and Madam Wen had already made the call, saying, "Long time no see, Old Zhang. Is there someone named Wen Ziyu in your hospital? Ah, he's a relative's child. Do you have any private rooms available there..."

At this point, Wen Yan and Mother Wen stopped.

Madam Wen smirked. She knew they couldn't possibly not care about Wen Ziyu.

But the next second, she heard the reply: "Private room? Are you sure? He's already in a VIP ward."