After Trying To Pursue The Cold, Elegant Beauty. I Ended Up Being Flirted With Instead - Chapter 58

Could it be that she also… liked her a little?

Upon learning that Jiang Xinxin had been taken to the police station, Pei Xiubai frowned deeply.

She had only asked Jiang Xinxin to come back she hadn’t thought of calling the police.

In her heart, although Jiang Xinxin had been a bit clingy lately, she was still the weak, delicate young girl who needed her protection!

How could she possibly commit intentional assault?

She only wanted to ask Xinxin clearly face to face.

“President Pei, the internet is blowing up right now! They’re saying Miss Jiang committed intentional assault, and the previous incident where she instructed her assistant to hit someone has also been dug up. She’s completely blacklisted now, it’s impossible to suppress, everyone is cursing her…” Seeing Pei Xiubai’s cold face, the assistant couldn’t help but feel a chill. “What should we do now?”

Pei Xiubai tapped on the video the assistant had sent.

In the frame, Jiang Xinxin was sitting in a wheelchair, being led away emotionlessly by two female police officers.

It must be Li Zhiyun’s doing!

Is she crazy?

With just a vague video, she dared to have the police take someone away in front of the media?

Did she not know that this would utterly destroy Jiang Xinxin!

A surge of anger, stemming from some unclear private grudge, shot straight to her head. Pei Xiubai grabbed her jacket from the sofa, her expression terrifyingly cold.

“To the police station!”

At home, Wen Zhu had just finished tidying the kitchen and was wiping the living room shelf with a rag.

Li Zhiyun was helping nearby. She was wearing gloves and meticulously wiping the cabinet doors.

Wen Zhu had actually urged her several times to rest.

But Li Zhiyun just looked at her and said she couldn’t just watch her work and do nothing herself.

Having no choice, Wen Zhu assigned her some of the simplest tasks.

The television was on, playing the evening news, serving as background noise.

Suddenly, a familiar name came on.

“…Well-known artist Jiang Xinxin was taken away by the police for investigation today in the evening at Yancheng Airport, suspected of involvement in a case of intentional assault.”

Hearing Jiang Xinxin’s name on a legal segment.

Wen Zhu’s wiping motion paused, and she turned her head to look.

The news footage showed the chaotic scene of Jiang Xinxin surrounded by reporters and police.

She was caught?

Wen Zhu subconsciously wanted to ask Li Zhiyun if Sister Zhishu was the one who did it.

But as soon as she turned back, she saw Li Zhiyun’s phone light up, vibrating on the table.

The caller ID was “Wu Lanyin.”

Li Zhiyun, wearing gloves, couldn’t conveniently answer, so she said to Wen Zhu, “Help me answer it.”

Wen Zhu washed her hands, walked over, picked up the phone, pressed the answer button, and then held the phone to Li Zhiyun’s ear.

Her fingertips inevitably touched Li Zhiyun’s warm cheek.

The slight vibration of the phone seemed to carry an electric current, running through her fingertips and entire body, causing Wen Zhu’s fingers to tremble.

On the other end of the line, Wu Lanyin’s voice faintly reached her ears.

“I’m seriously impressed, guess who I just saw? Pei Xiubai brought a lawyer and stormed the police station!”

“She’s claiming our evidence is totally insufficient. The dashcam only filmed Jiang Xinxin going to that location, it didn’t film her tampering, so it can’t prove she loosened the wooden post.”

“Now she’s found the police leadership and is demanding immediate release!”

Wen Zhu’s blood nearly froze in that instant.

The hand holding the phone hung suspended in mid-air, motionless for a long time.

Pei Xiubai… was arguing with the police for Jiang Xinxin, saying the evidence was insufficient.

Even though she no longer liked Pei Xiubai, hearing her believe Jiang Xinxin with such a lack of principle still made her somewhat incredulous.

Had Pei Xiubai’s love for Jiang Xinxin reached this point of disregarding right and wrong?

Loving her so much that she would ignore principles and bottom lines to defend someone who almost killed her and Li Zhiyun?

Or was it that, in Pei Xiubai’s heart, Jiang Xinxin was so pure and flawless, incapable of doing such a thing?

The love and companionship of those past ten plus years, risked on one person, felt like an absurd joke at this moment.

With all the scenes flooding her mind, Wen Zhu suddenly felt a wave of confusion.

Why did she… ever fall for a person like that?

Seeing Wen Zhu’s eyes begin to turn slightly red again, Li Zhiyun frowned, her voice cool and decisive: “Don’t let her take the person away.”

Then she hung up the phone.

Wen Zhu hadn’t fully recovered when she felt the phone being pulled from her hand. The next second, a pair of slightly cool hands gently cradled her face.

Li Zhiyun took off her gloves, leaning forward slightly, forcing Wen Zhu to look up at her.

“What’s wrong?” Her voice was very soft, like a feather.

Wen Zhu looked at her, seeing herself clearly reflected in those clear eyes.

“I was just thinking,” her voice was a little hoarse, “why did I ever like a person like that?”

Hearing this sentence, Li Zhiyun’s fingers, cupping her face, subtly moved.

Her tightly furrowed brow seemed to relax a bit, and the hint of tension in her eyes quietly dissipated.

In fact… a trace of undetected pleasure emerged.

“Don’t worry,” she let go, her tone returning to its usual calmness. “Wu Lanyin has already investigated clearly. Only she went behind that wooden house that night. Even if Pei Xiubai wants to get her out, it won’t be that easy.”

Saying this, Li Zhiyun turned to get the rag, preparing to continue wiping the cabinet.

She naturally rolled up the cuff of her shirt, revealing a section of fair, slender arm.

Wen Zhu’s gaze, however, was firmly drawn to a mark above her left wrist.

The scar wasn’t long, but its shape was very distinct, like a small crescent moon

It was caused when she smashed the item to save Wen Zhu that day.

Wen Zhu’s heart felt as if it had been harshly squeezed by something.

Before, Li Zhiyun always avoided letting her see her arm, and she always avoided Wen Zhu when changing the dressing.

Now, she finally saw it.

An indescribable mix of bitterness and guilt surged in her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe.

She couldn’t help but reach out, her trembling fingertips very, very lightly touching the crescent-shaped scar.

“It… must have hurt a lot then, right?”

Li Zhiyun’s body stiffened for a moment.

She lowered her eyes to look at Wen Zhu’s reddish eyes. Those moist eyes were full of concern and remorse for her sake.

She didn’t want to see Wen Zhu cry.

But at this moment, a strange and intense sense of satisfaction overwhelmed her rationale.

Her eyes were slightly red for her, even redder than they were for Pei Xiubai.

This realization made the “It’s nothing” that was on Li Zhiyun’s lips disappear. She suddenly changed her mind.

Li Zhiyun looked up, staring deeply at Wen Zhu, and nodded.

In a particularly low voice, she distinctly uttered one word.

“Yes.”

In the chaos at the time, there was no time to think about whether it hurt or not. Her mind was entirely focused on one thought: she couldn’t let Wen Zhu get hurt.

That small physical pain was far less painful than the dull ache she felt in her heart whenever she saw Wen Zhu cry for Pei Xiubai in the past.

The word “Yes” immediately filled Wen Zhu’s chest with an indescribable bitterness, making her eyes sting.

She couldn’t hold back anymore and gently held Li Zhiyun’s injured hand.

The skin beneath her palm was delicate and warm, only the crescent-shaped scar carried a slightly raised, rough texture.

“Don’t worry,” Wen Zhu sniffed, her voice thick with congestion but unusually firm, “I will definitely take good care of you from now on.”

“Once the wound heals a bit more, I’ll go with you for the scar removal surgery too.”

Li Zhiyun felt the warmth of Wen Zhu’s palm. The warmth flowed up her arm and into her heart.

She looked at Wen Zhu’s red eyes and nodded.

“Okay.”

What’s wrong with guilt?

Guilt is fine, pity is fine, as long as these eyes only look at her alone.

The next day, Li Zhiyun took Wen Zhu to a private kitchen restaurant to meet Wu Lanyin.

The restaurant was hidden in a secluded alley, antique and elegant.

Wen Zhu still remembered her; about a month ago, at the Li family matriarch’s birthday banquet, Miss Wu’s powerful aura had left a deep impression.

“Long time no see.” Wu Lanyin smiled and raised an eyebrow when she saw Wen Zhu, her eyes carrying a knowing look.

“Hello, Miss Wu.” Wen Zhu also greeted her with a smile.

After they were seated, the waiter brought the menu.

Wen Zhu took it and skillfully ordered a few dishes: “Boiled fish with chili, spicy fried chicken, Mapo tofu…”

Wu Lanyin listened to the string of dishes and looked at Li Zhiyun in surprise: “You don’t eat spicy food, do you? Why did you order all spicy dishes?”

Li Zhiyun calmly handed the menu to her, saying plainly, “Don’t worry about it.”

Wu Lanyin’s gaze flickered between the two of them. Seeing Wen Zhu occasionally glancing at Li Zhiyun, she instantly understood something.

She didn’t ask further and added a few milder dishes.

After the waiter left, Li Zhiyun spoke, “What’s the situation now?”

“Jiang Xinxin refuses to plead guilty.” Wu Lanyin curled her lip in derision. “The lawyer Pei Xiubai hired is very stubborn, insisting that the dashcam only filmed Jiang Xinxin going there, not her actually doing anything, so it cannot be considered direct evidence.”

“We’ve sent the wooden post to the technical department now to see if there are Jiang Xinxin’s fingerprints on it. If they are detected, she’ll have to stay there a while longer.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the dishes were brought out one after another.

Wu Lanyin suddenly looked up, staring directly at Wen Zhu: “Jiang Xinxin’s online reputation is completely ruined now, it’s a case of a falling tree being pushed by everyone. However… it looks like Pei Xiubai still believes her.”

“It’s likely that if she wants to bail Jiang Xinxin out, she’ll come looking for the two of you victims for a private settlement.”

Wen Zhu’s hand, which was picking fish bones, suddenly froze.

They both knew that Pei Xiubai would never come looking for Li Zhiyun.

So, who would she come to see? The answer was obvious.

Only her.

After finishing the meal, Wu Lanyin paid the bill and prepared to leave. “I’m going to Tongcheng. I shouldn’t have believed you could bring the person back sooner. If anything happens later, you can just tell my secretary what to do.”

Li Zhiyun nodded: “Make sure you arrange things before you leave. Don’t let Jiang Xinxin get out.”

Wu Lanyin was amused by her matter-of-fact tone.

“You’re really not being polite, you don’t hold back at all when ordering me around.”

She wasn’t wasting any time to spend with her future partner!

Despite her words, she agreed. After all, she also wanted to hurry to Tongcheng to see Zhishu and Jiaojiao and enjoy her peaceful life as a wife and mother.

With that, she left in a hurry.

Watching Wu Lanyin’s departing back, Wen Zhu felt a little bad.

“Will this be too much trouble for Miss Wu?” she asked softly.

After all, she was the victim, yet from start to finish, she hadn’t done anything. Things had been arranged clearly by Li Zhishu and Wu Lanyin, the couple.

Although it was thanks to Li Zhiyun, she still felt awkward.

Li Zhiyun looked at her, her tone flat: “It’s fine, she won’t mind.”

“Her mind is only on my sister and Jiaojiao. Jiaojiao likes you, and my sister likes you too. It’s only right that she helps you.”

From her tone, Wen Zhu could tell that her relationship with Wu Lanyin was genuinely good.

She nodded.

Li Zhiyun saw her thoughtful expression and suddenly said, “I’m taking you somewhere.”

The car drove into the city center CBD, finally turning into a massive underground parking garage.

Upstairs was the Li family’s conglomerate in Yancheng.

Once inside, Wen Zhu was stunned into silence by the sight.

Rolls-Royces, Ferraris, Lamborghinis…

All kinds of top-tier luxury cars were neatly parked in their exclusive spots, gleaming with cold, expensive luster under the bright lights.

She had lived in the Pei family for so many years and had seen a lot, but she had never seen so many luxury cars gathered in one place the scene was comparable to a top-tier auto show!

She didn’t understand why Li Zhiyun had brought her here.

Li Zhiyun didn’t explain, leading her further inside. Their footsteps echoed clearly in the vast, empty garage.

Finally, they stopped in front of a car.

Wen Zhu clearly saw the car body: it was the Bugatti La Voiture Noire that she had driven before.

She thought Li Zhiyun was going to take her driving somewhere, but then she saw Li Zhiyun take a car key from her bag and place it directly into Wen Zhu’s palm.