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Wen Yan watched the video of Shen Shi, her breath quickening. She instinctively took a step back, nearly dropping her laptop.
She steadied herself by gripping the desk, her gaze fixed on Shen Shi on the screen.
Setting aside her diamond ring, her eyes fell upon the cowhide notebook.
She picked it up and opened the first page, which read: To my dearest Yan Yan.
Wen Yan's heart jolted. She continued to read, discovering that the notebook contained Shen Shi's expressions of love for her.
Shen Shi's soul stood beside Wen Yan, reaching out to caress her cheek, but he could only watch helplessly as his hand passed through her body. He felt her sorrow but could do nothing to comfort her; he could only silently accompany her.
His heart ached as if it were being torn apart, powerless to change anything.
Wen Yan flipped through the pages one by one, her hands trembling slightly as tears began to well in her eyes. Every detail from their acquaintance to their marriage was recorded clearly.
She saw every foolish thing Shen Shi had done for her, every love poem he had written, and every tear he had shed for her.
Outside the door, Mother Shen watched Wen Yan's every move with mixed emotions swirling within her.
She observed the changes in Wen Yan's expression—from initial irritation to gradual drops of love—her eyes flashing with a hint of coldness.
Gently closing the door behind her, she turned and left. Her footsteps were firm and steady, as if she had made an important decision.
The corridor lights cast a long shadow behind her, resembling a winding venomous snake, heralding the impending storm.
“Mom…” Nuan Nuan walked up to Wen Yan and tugged at her sleeve. Wen Yan looked down at her daughter, her eyes filled with complex emotions. She bent down and picked up Nuan Nuan, holding her tightly in her arms.
“Mom will take you to find Dad…” Wen Yan's voice was low and hoarse, tinged with a barely perceptible tremor. She turned and left the study, leaving chaos in her wake.
Wen Yan pushed the stroller slowly along the tree-lined path, sunlight filtering through the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground. The soft sound of the wheels made a faint "click" that seemed unusually clear at that moment.
She lifted Nuan Nuan and turned away from this place filled with memories, no longer thinking of everything Shen Shi had done for her. At this moment, only one thought occupied her mind.
She called a taxi and gave the address of Jiang Chen Apartment, as if a drowning person had grasped a life-saving straw, and that straw was Jiang Chen.
The taxi stopped in front of a luxurious apartment building. Nuan Nuan slept soundly in her arms, her small hand tightly clutching Wen Yan's clothing.
Entering the apartment building, the hallway was carpeted with soft material, and a faint scent of perfume lingered in the air.
Wen Yan pressed the elevator button, and the doors slowly opened. She stepped inside with Nuan Nuan in her arms.
Looking down at her daughter's serene sleeping face, a flicker of tenderness crossed Wen Yan's eyes, quickly replaced by anxiety.
"Ding—" The elevator reached the designated floor. Wen Yan carried Nuan Nuan out of the elevator and stood in front of Jiang Chen's apartment door. She pressed the doorbell, and a faint scent of perfume wafted from within, mingling with an indescribable air of intimacy. Wen Yan frowned and instinctively held Nuan Nuan even closer.
"Wen Yan..." Wen Yan pushed open the door to the private room and immediately saw Jiang Chen sitting in the center of the sofa, his demeanor icy as he fixed his gaze on the woman before him.
The woman looked Wen Yan up and down, her eyes filled with disdain. "Are you looking for him?"
"I am the mother of his child," Wen Yan replied firmly, tightening her grip around the baby stroller as she avoided the woman's gaze.
The woman paused for a moment, then let out a cold laugh. "Child? When did he have a child?" She cast a contemptuous glance at the baby in the stroller before turning to walk deeper into the room. "Come in."
Wen Yan pushed the stroller into the villa, where the living room exuded luxury, adorned with expensive furniture and decorations.
Upon seeing Wen Yan, Jiang Chen visibly froze for a moment before displaying an impatient expression. "What are you doing here?" His tone was frigid, lacking any trace of the gentleness he once had.
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