Chapter 62: His Body, Soul, and Wealth Belonged to Only One Person

When Wen Ying hurried over, Lu Jinchuan was standing in the corridor of the sanitarium, smoking a cigarette.

Wen Ying’s heart pounded against her sternum, and her expression was far from pleasant.

Lu Jinchuan was unfathomably deep, yet he always struck where it hurt the most. He was undoubtedly using her uncle to pressure her into making concessions!

She walked up to him. "Can we talk?"

Lu Jinchuan looked at her leisurely. "What are you so nervous about?"

Wen Ying was choked into silence.

Knowing that the present situation was vastly different from the past, Wen Ying had no choice but to soften her tone. "That house was my maternal grandmother's dowry. She and my grandfather lived there their entire lives; it's her lifeline. Can you please drop this..."

The woman had probably run all the way here.

Even her voice carried an unsteady pant.

Lu Jinchuan merely looked at her calmly. "Her mother likes that place very much."

It seemed to be a flat refusal.

To make Su Nian's mother happy, Lu Jinchuan was willing to let her grandmother and her lose the home they had lived in for a lifetime?

Back then, when she begged him repeatedly to visit her uncle and grandmother, her pleas had little effect.

This time, he had come of his own accord, and yet it was all for the sake of Su Nian.

How ironic—

Wen Ying steadied her voice as much as possible. "Lu Jinchuan, I know there is nothing you want that you cannot get, but not this. Grandmother detests Su Nian's mother. If she finds out the buyer is He Su, she won't be able to handle that kind of shock. For the sake of the time we spent as husband and wife, won't you... please let this go?"

Because she knew profoundly well that even if she refused, Lu Jinchuan had ten thousand ways to get his way!

She could not afford to gamble!

With that, a look of almost outright supplication appeared on her face.

For all these years, this was the first time she had ever shown vulnerability in front of him.

Lu Jinchuan eyed her thoughtfully for a long moment.

He snuffed out his cigarette, slid one hand into his pocket, and looked at her. "We don't have to sell it."

Wen Ying stared at him, slow to recover.

Astonished by his sudden display of mercy.

Yet Lu Jinchuan asked another question instead, "Does Mr. Xu's affair have anything to do with you?"

Wen Ying finally caught on.

Lu Jinchuan was not showing mercy at all. Rather, the fallout from Mr. Xu's incident had somehow implicated her grandmother's side.

He had used the purchase of her grandmother's house to watch her panic and be forced to lower her pride to plead with him.

Was it to vent Su Nian's anger?

Did he think she was the one who caused his esteemed Su Nian to fail the selection?

But whether that was true or not, at the root of it all, he stood on Su Nian's side.

Wen Ying reined in her breath and met his gaze directly. "No. My dealings with her are strictly personal. Mr. Xu's macro-level governmental judgments certainly wouldn't be swayed by me."

Lu Jinchuan clearly understood this logic.

Stirring up this whole mess was simply because he felt Su Nian had been wronged.

He was protecting Su Nian just to take her down a peg.

"Indeed." Lu Jinchuan scrutinized her reddened eye rims. "Tell me, aside from He Xicheng, what other masterminds does Feixi have behind the scenes?"

Wen Ying frowned.

Surprised by Lu Jinchuan's sharpness.

"Feixi's technical personnel are all postgraduates from top-tier universities," she replied with composure.

No matter how exceptional Su Nian was, she was not the only person in the world.

Lu Jinchuan understood the implication in Wen Ying's words.

Surprisingly, he didn't get angry; he merely curved his lips with an ambiguous, rather cold expression.

Then he glanced at his wristwatch. "Ah, I see."

After a pause, he looked at her. "Do you need me to give you a ride home?"

Wen Ying knew he asked out of basic breeding rather than genuine sincerity. "No need."

"Alright." Lu Jinchuan lifted his foot and walked away without the slightest hesitation.

Watching his tall, aloof, and aristocratic figure, Wen Ying found it difficult to decipher his attitude.

Regardless of whether Lu Jinchuan would resort to underhanded tactics, she understood one fact:

A luxury mansion worth hundreds of millions was still out of reach for a family background like Su Nian's, so in the end, he would be the one footing the bill for her.

Lu Jinchuan was willing to give Su Nian almost everything—his body, his mind, and his money...

Whereas during all these years she had been married to him, there was only day-in and day-out toil.

As for He Su, she must have been dead-set on acquiring her grandmother's mansion.

Her purpose was to reclaim the dignity of her once-inferior, cowardly self and show the Wen family that times had changed.

Wen Liang called, asking if Lu Jinchuan had left.

Realizing that Lu Jinchuan hadn't spilled the beans to her uncle about the divorce or the pressure to sell the house, Wen Ying breathed a sigh of relief. "He's gone. Uncle, get some rest early."

"Alright, you guys be careful on the road."

Wen Ying didn't bother to explain that she wasn't traveling with Lu Jinchuan.

By now, Lu Jinchuan was undoubtedly off to find Su Nian.

He wouldn't waste the time meant for accompanying Su Nian on driving her home.

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Over the next two days, there was no movement from Su Nian's side, and Lu Jinchuan did not contact Wen Ying again.

Wen Ying wasn't sure if the matter had blown over, but amidst her busy schedule, it felt like a knife was still suspended over her neck.

Friday.

Lu Jinchuan finally called again. "Lu Siran is having an allergic reaction. She won't let the maids touch her, saying your medicine application doesn't hurt. Do you have time to come over?"

Wen Ying pressed her lips together. "...I can."

Originally, she had no obligation to take care of Lu Siran, but since Lu Jinchuan had brought it up—treating it as a request and a bargaining chip—he would have no reason to press further regarding her grandmother's house.

"About that house—"

"Jinchuan, help me see how this dress looks?" Su Nian's voice came from the other end.

It was barely past nine in the morning, peak working hours, and he was actually out shopping with Su Nian?

Beep, beep, beep—

Lu Jinchuan had already hung up.

Wen Ying was long accustomed to being selectively ignored.

She requested a leave of absence and set off for the old family residence.

Lu Siran was delicate and high-maintenance, prone to various allergens.

The slightest carelessness would break her out in rashes, painful and itchy. Being spoiled, she would throw tantrums whether doctors or servants tried to change her medication.

Only Wen Ying was meticulous enough; having treated Lu Siran a few times over the past three years, Lu Siran had grown accustomed to her touch.

Returning to the Lu family's old residence once more, Wen Ying felt a complex mix of emotions.

Last time, she had vowed to Lu Jinchuan that she would never come back here again, yet now, driven by necessity, she had no choice but to return.

He must find her pathetic, wouldn't he?

Seeing Wen Ying arrive, a servant helped her with her slippers.

Old Mrs. Lu hurried over to warm Wen Ying's hands. "She's throwing a tantrum upstairs. You're the only one who can handle that little girl."

Wen Ying merely smiled and said nothing.

Lu Jinchuan hadn't returned yet, but Wen Ying didn't care.

She went straight upstairs to check on Lu Siran's condition.

Seeing Wen Ying arrive, Lu Siran complained with displeasure, "Are you a turtle? Why are you so slow! I'm itching to death!"

Wen Ying walked over with a cold expression. "Lift your shirt."

Lu Siran curled her lips, disliking Wen Ying's cold demeanor. "Why are you so fierce..."

Wen Ying took a look. Two patches about the size of a fingernail had grown on her back, which were practically negligible.

Yet both Lu Jinchuan and Lu Siran habitually assumed that she could be summoned at will, that she should pour her heart and soul into them regardless of whether she had her own matters to attend to.

"Did you eat walnuts?" Wen Ying asked.

Lu Siran was annoyed by how accurately Wen Ying guessed.

She couldn't deny that Wen Ying was a decent person. There were few women as meticulous and proper as her; for three years she had been dutiful and diligent, knowing precisely what she was allergic to and always paying special attention to it.

So what?

She still looked down on her.

With a better candidate for a sister-in-law in sight, she wasn't stupid.

Still, she quite enjoyed being cared for by Wen Ying. If only Wen Ying wouldn't fight with the future sister-in-law for the position of Mrs. Lu, and could just be a bit more magnanimous and sensible, that would be wonderful.

After applying the medicine for Lu Siran, Wen Ying didn't stay long.

As she headed downstairs, Lu Jinchuan had returned, looking relaxed.

He was probably back for lunch.

Seeing the two of them bump into each other, the old lady beamed from ear to ear. "Just in time. Your great-aunt was just asking about the two of you earlier. Go chat with her in a bit."

Lu Jinchuan glanced at his watch and refused, "Grandma, I have an online meeting to attend shortly."

Wen Ying wasn't surprised.

He never deliberately put on an affectionate act with her in front of outsiders.

Anyone could feel Lu Jinchuan's coldness toward her.

Wen Ying calmly said, "Grandma, it's fine. He should tend to his work first."

Assuming this whole affair was Lu Jinchuan's fault, the old lady glared at him. "What is there to rush about? Since you walked through the door, have you even spoken a single word to Yingying? Can't you see how busy she's been running around for Siran?"

"Do you treat Yingying like air?!"

Imperturbable, Lu Jinchuan curved his lips. "Grandma is right to scold me."

Though he said it, he showed no actual intention of admitting fault.

The old lady had no choice but to step forward and pat his chest heavily. "Come here, stand with Yingying! I have something important to say."

Led by the old lady's tug, Lu Jinchuan followed her direction.

Until he was standing right beside Wen Ying.