"!!!" Sun Liyan exclaimed.
Before she could say anything, the other party hung up, saying they had something to do.
Rong Beifeng sat in his office chair, his long fingers massaging his temples, looking exhausted. He had worked overtime at the company last night and it was already this late when he finished. The phone rang, and he thought it was Bai Quan, but it turned out to be Sun Liyan.
She hadn't sent him a single text or call all night.
A strange feeling of annoyance welled up in his heart.
As his wife, didn't she care at all where he had been all night?
Rong Beifeng suppressed his anger. He wanted to see what exactly she was doing at home.
The driver took Rong Beifeng home. The house was unusually cold. No one was in the living room. He went to the bedroom and found the room seemed emptier. The bags she liked to put on the shelf were gone, and the wardrobe showed signs of being disturbed. Rong Beifeng frowned and opened the wardrobe. It was suddenly empty, with only his suits left inside. All her clothes were gone.
The entire bedroom was as cold and desolate as if someone had never existed.
A strange feeling suddenly gripped Rong Beifeng's heart, as if a large hand was clenching his chest.
He went to the children's room.
As soon as he stepped into the children's room, his vision brightened instantly.
This room was designed by Bai Quan. The blue and white decor, with clouds and blue sky on the walls, looked exceptionally clear and bright. At this moment, the woman and a finely carved little dumpling were sitting on the carpet playing with building blocks. The little dumpling saw Rong Beifeng return, its eyes instantly lit up, and it ran towards him, "Daddy!"
Rong Beifeng's gaze softened as he looked at his son. He picked up his son, but his eyes fell on Bai Quan.
Bai Quan said, "You're back."
Her tone was flat and quiet, as if she were greeting a stranger.
Rong Beifeng's mood inexplicably soured.
"It's this late, why isn't dinner ready?"
"I didn't know you were coming back. I'll have the kitchen make it now." Bai Quan stood up.
"Forget it," Rong Beifeng said again. He sat down with the little dumpling in his arms and looked at Bai Quan for a few moments, wanting to ask something but unable to speak.
"Daddy, let's play with building blocks," the little dumpling said, holding his hand happily. Rong Beifeng nodded. He always indulged his son. Bai Quan watched them interact warmly and harmoniously, her heart stirring slightly. Perhaps it was only when facing his son that Rong Beifeng showed such a gentle expression.
After playing for a while, the little dumpling got sleepy and took a nap.
Rong Beifeng and Bai Quan came out.
"Where did all the clothes in your wardrobe go?" Rong Beifeng finally asked.
Bai Quan looked at him in surprise, not expecting him to notice. "I sold them."
"Why?"
Bai Quan hesitated. "A friend ran into some trouble and needed money."
She didn't say who it was, but Rong Beifeng immediately guessed. After all, the only people close to her over the years were online friends, and he had heard about Wen Yan's situation online.
But his heart felt even more uncomfortable.
She needed money, and instead of asking him, she sold her clothes.
"Is this meaningful to you?" Rong Beifeng's expression turned cold. "You designed to marry me, and after marrying me, you don't spend a single cent from the Rong family. Do you think you can wash yourself clean this way? The clothes you sold were also from the Rong family."
Bai Quan's face turned pale. "No, I sold the clothes I brought from home. I haven't touched anything you bought for me."
Her explanation only made Rong Beifeng angrier.
He glared at her fiercely and turned to leave.
Bai Quan stood there for a long time before walking back to the bedroom.
She did not regret her decision back then. Only in this way could the Bai family survive. As for Rong Beifeng, if he didn't like her, then so be it.
Thinking this, she thought of Wen Yan again. She had been taking care of her son and hadn't paid attention to Wen Yan's news. Who would have thought that as soon as she opened her phone, she would see a push notification: Sun Liyan's Weibo had bought traffic.
She clicked on it and saw Sun Liyan distorting the facts.
Sun Liyan V: [I was truly shocked when I saw Wen Yan's Weibo. I never expected you to twist the truth like this. Before, regarding you and my cousin's matter, I even worried about you and comforted you. I asked you to design it out of sympathy for you. I wasn't very satisfied with the design, but I didn't want to make things difficult for you. When we met, I told you some details about the modifications. I thought it could still be used after improvement, but I never expected you to directly release the finished product without showing it to me. Seeing the finished product was nothing like what I wanted, I was very disappointed, but you threatened me for money. Fifty-five thousand is not a small sum. Your attitude made me extremely disheartened. I can give you the money, let it be a lesson learned!]
This post garnered a lot of sympathy from fans.
After all, Sun Liyan had accumulated quite a few loyal fans in her years in the industry.
Bai Quan watched, fuming.
Had this Sun Liyan been an actress for too long? Her ability to twist facts was truly superb!
Bai Quan immediately called Wen Yan and told her about it.
Wen Yan, on the other end, had already seen Sun Liyan's Weibo post. Sun Liyan had indeed transferred the money, but it had successfully ruined her online reputation.
"Sun Liyan is simply a scoundrel, it's too much. I disliked her in school, I thought she was very opportunistic. I never expected her character to be even worse as an adult."
Wen Yan: "Don't be angry, don't be angry. If you get sick, no one will take care of you."
"Oh, why don't you have any reaction? I'm so angry I could die."
"I'm also very angry, but anger won't solve anything," Wen Yan said. She was indeed very angry, but with Leng Xunze's situation happening before, she didn't know whether to be sad or angry at the moment. With complex emotions, she said, "Let's go out for a drink tonight."
"Okay, but it might be a bit late. I'll come find you after the baby is asleep."
"Okay, okay!"
Wen Yan worked a little late that evening and went to a small bar.
Not long after entering, she was called out, "Yan Bao, over here."
Bai Quan was in a corner, having ordered drinks. Wen Yan walked over and sat down. "You're even earlier than me."
"Yeah, the baby fell asleep early. Come on, we won't go home drunk today." Bai Quan poured the wine.
"It's okay, you drink less. You have to take care of the baby when you get back."
"Oh, I've been a stay-at-home mom for so many years, can't I let loose a little now? Yan Bao, let me tell you, you must be carefree when you're young. Once you're married and have children, your life isn't your own anymore."
"Haha, how many times have you told me this?" Wen Yan clinked glasses with her.
"It's my bloody lesson that's warning you."
The two began to drink.
Wen Yan suddenly needed to go to the restroom.
As she came out, after walking down a long corridor, a private room door was suddenly kicked open, and a woman stumbled out, with a hand grabbing at her from behind.
"Trying to run? No way!"
"I already said I don't want this role anymore."
"Director Wang has his eye on you. Do you think you can escape?" the man said evilly.