Chapter 100

What's going on!

Wen Ling looked toward the bodyguard captain running back, coldly saying, "Is the target me?"

If it weren't for Zhou Yinhe's quick reaction, that bullet would have already hit her head.

The bodyguard captain's expression was solemn as he told Wen Ling, "Miss, we dare not call an ambulance now—I fear they may still have moves. Get in our car and head back to Wen Garden; the doctor there can treat gunshot wounds."

He bent down to try to carry Zhou Yinhe, but Zhou Yinhe hesitated, not wanting to get on; Wen Ling's tears flowed heavily as she said, "Get on—what face do you still care about at a time like this?"

Seeing her cry, Zhou Yinhe no longer dared to care about face; with blood continuously flowing from his wound, he nimbly climbed onto the bodyguard captain's back.

Wen Ling followed behind, her heart panicking terribly; she swayed and almost fainted, but Zhou Qiyue was quick-eyed and quick-handed, catching her.

"Don't panic, it's just a shoulder gunshot wound—not a big deal." Zhou Qiyue has been abroad for years and has even been to war-torn areas, so she knows a bit.

Wen Ling bit her lip, unable to stop the tears, and forced herself into the car.

Zhou Qiyue sat in the passenger seat, Wen Ling supported Zhou Yinhe's head in the back seat, and the bodyguard captain drove.

Around them still circled many bulletproof cars driven by bodyguards, fearing those people would catch up and strike again.

"Miss, I've checked the bullet trajectory—it's definitely aimed at you." The bodyguard captain said solemnly, "The sniper who fired from afar has already fled; the remaining few are just small fry, they know nothing when questioned, we can't find anything."

Wen Ling lowered her gaze at Zhou Yinhe, whose face was covered in cold sweat, her heart tightened so she could barely breathe; after a long while she said word by word, "Investigate—no matter who it is, whether small fry or the mastermind behind the sniper, arrest them all and bring them to Wen Garden."

Yes.

——

Wen Garden had long known the news; Wen Lao stood guard at the door, seeing Wen Ling and Zhou Yinhe covered in blood, his whole body seemed to be burning with anger.

"They're too bold; usual internal squabbles I could overlook, but this time they dare to scheme against my Wen Family." Wen Lao gritted his teeth, "Rest assured, Grandfather will definitely not let them off."

Zhou Yinhe was taken away by the doctor; Wen Ling collapsed weakly onto the ground; Wen Zhuo hurried in from outside, and seeing Wen Ling covered in blood was also startled.

"Sister, are you injured?"

Wen Ling shook her head and lifted her gaze toward the closed room.

"Dear granddaughter, don't worry, our medical facilities are no less than a hospital's, it's fine." Wen Lao stepped forward to comfort her, but Wen Ling shook her head at him, propped herself up against the hallway wall and stood, looking toward Zhou Qiyue, who was standing at the end of the hallway on the phone.

Zhou Qiyue noticed her gaze, hung up the phone and looked back at her.

Wen Ling bit her lip and said, "He got injured because of me; I'm sorry."

Zhou Qiyue walked up to her, embraced her, and softly said, "It's not your fault, Wen Ling; if he can't even protect his own woman, he's just a good-for-nothing."

Wen Ling was held in her embrace, staring blankly into the void, her eye sockets brimming with tears, she murmured, "Being with me, why does he always get hurt because of me?"

"Don't think wildly." Zhou Qiyue feigned annoyance, patting her back, "Xiao Wu once, for your sake, argued with my parents and then with me, and all day long shamelessly followed you around; you can't say such things, or else he'll feel even worse now."

Wen Ling gave a muffled hum, lowered her head and buried it in her neck and shoulder, remaining silent for a long while.

Wen Ling sighed, gesturing for Wen Zhuo to follow him.

The two entered Wen Lao's study, and Wen Lao's kindly face turned completely cold at that moment.

If he really were as kind-hearted an old man as he appears in front of Wen Ling, the Wen Family could not have such status in M Country.

He lowered his gaze to the table, his thick hands full of old calluses slamming hard onto the tabletop.

"Zhuo, go investigate—there aren't many who would dare move against the Wen Family; the Second Branch's family has long been locked up, so it can't be an internal feud."

Wen Zhuo nodded in agreement, turned his head and was about to head out when he suddenly thought of something: "Grandfather, is the granddaughter from the Second Uncle's family married in R Country? The other side seems to have a high status there."

Wen Lao snapped his head up, gritting his teeth: "Go check right away."

Wen Zhuo's face turned cold, no trace of his former gentleness remained as he strode out at a run.

At this moment, he felt grateful to Zhou Yinhe, because Zhou Yinhe had protected his sister, his most beloved sister.

The doctor quickly came out of the room and told Wen Ling, "Miss, the bullet has been removed; thanks to Fifth Young Master's quick reaction, otherwise it would have been bad; now the biggest problem is excessive blood loss."

Wen Ling breathed a sigh of relief, weakly leaning against the wall, only then feeling that cold sweat had soaked her whole body.

She took several deep breaths, then hurried into the room; at this moment Zhou Yinhe, under anesthesia, was in a semi-conscious state, his naturally pallid skin now devoid of any color, let alone his lips.

She stayed by the bedside, no one could call her away; it wasn't until the evening of the second day when Zhou Yinhe woke up that she finally left.

Wen Zhuo brought back his cousin from R Country, and also Wen Ling's cousin-in-law who holds high status in R Country.

The two were trussed up tightly and kneeling on the ground; Wen Lao sat in the chief seat, his posture relaxed as he lowered his eyes to sip tea; Wen Zhuo stood aside with his hands behind his back, silent.

When Wen Ling arrived, seeing the two, her face turned cold; she stepped forward a few paces, crouched beside the cousin who could not speak but was shaking her head wildly, and removed the black cloth gagging her mouth.

"Ah Ling, Ah Ling, it really wasn't me, I didn't do it, I know nothing."

She hurriedly explained, but Wen Ling continued to gaze at her with an expressionless face, her eyes filled with towering hatred.

Even if she were harming herself, it could be justified—after all, she was fighting over the coveted piece of the Wen Family that everyone eyes—but she hurt Zhou Yinhe, and Wen Ling couldn't control herself, trembling as she grabbed her cousin's hair.

"You had better tell the truth, Aunt; otherwise your husband, sons, daughters—including your disappeared grandfather, your father, and your brothers—will all go to hell with you today."

The cousin's wide eyes were full of fear, her trembling body shivered.

They had basically grown up together since childhood; Wen Ling had always been like a soft little cake, smiling sweetly at everyone, though she had a bit of a princess temperament, she was easily appeased.

When the two families weren't feuding over the Wen Family's inheritance, they seemed harmonious on the surface; she often coaxed Wen Ling into buying her bags and jewelry, and Wen Ling, good-natured, would buy them; now looking at Wen Ling, who radiated hostility from head to toe, she could only feel disbelief and immense fear.

Wen Ling suddenly smiled at her, withdrew her hand and stood up, saying, "Before, you used to coax me into buying you bags and jewelry; I kind of like having a little clown jumping around before my eyes—it's actually fun—so consider those purchases as your payment."

She slowly walked toward the cousin-in-law kneeling to the side with his head lowered, and said leisurely, "Before you were married, you may have had some thoughts, but you weren't that bold—was it he who gave you the courage? Making you think there's someone behind you so you can do as you please."