Chapter 7: He Intends to Restore That Wretched Woman to Honor

The next day, when the nanny arrived, she brought Lu Jinchuan’s younger sister, Lu Siran, along with her.

The young girl had just turned seventeen, tall and graceful. The moment she entered, she tossed her bag onto the sofa.

"Where is Wen Ying?" Lu Siran asked, blinking up at Lu Jinchuan.

Lu Jinchuan finished adjusting his tie and shot her a glance. "Is that how you address her?"

Lu Siran pouted. "Brother doesn't even like her, so why should I call her sister-in-law?"

Her mother had said that Wen Ying’s marriage into the Lu family was a reach, and she should spend her life serving them devotedly. What was the word for it again? A high-end nanny?

"Speak up, what devious plan do you have now?" Lu Jinchuan knew his sister well, his tone cold and imposing.

Lu Siran’s eyes darted around. "Brother, are you very busy today?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Mom is off at a fashion show, Dad is abroad, and Grandma isn't feeling well. None of them can make it to my parent-teacher conference."

"Then have Wen Ying go. She eats and lives off you anyway; she's just an idle person with plenty of time to spare," Lu Siran said, swinging her legs and acting spoiled.

Lu Jinchuan paused. "Discuss it with her yourself."

Lu Siran scoffed, confident. "She’s so eager to please you that she’s always fawning over me. She's exactly what people online call a schemer. Just a notification is enough."

Recently, she had become obsessed with watching Su Nian’s public lectures on aerospace engineering, and her grades had slipped.

At this conference, the teacher would be speaking with parents. She didn't want her brother or mother to go, but Wen Ying would be fine—if she got scolded by the teacher, it wouldn't matter. To stay in her brother’s good graces, Wen Ying would never dare to complain to them.

Hearing this, Lu Jinchuan appeared lost in thought. He put on his coat and headed for the door. "Fine, I’ll grant her the time off."

When Wen Ying woke up, she felt a headache and a mild fever. Her body’s reactions were unpredictable now; her immune system could no longer function like that of a normal person.

She had already taken a sick day yesterday, and today she planned to go to the hospital to finalize a conservative treatment plan with her doctor.

By the time she reached the hospital lobby, her legs felt like jelly. She hadn't taken more than two steps before she collapsed toward the floor.

"Yingying!"

She heard a woman’s exclamation before losing consciousness entirely.

When Wen Ying woke up, she saw her best friend, Shen Jiaxiao, by her bedside.

Seeing her stir, Shen Jiaxiao alternated between pity and fury. "How exactly is that bastard Lu Jinchuan enslaving you? The doctor said you’re suffering from extreme exhaustion, and your fever just broke."

Wen Ying felt a surge of panic, worried that her illness had been discovered.

"What's wrong? Did the fever burn your brain?" Shen Jiaxiao cried out. "Doctor! She—"

"It's okay, I'm fine," Wen Ying said, rushing to stop her, her head throbbing from the noise.

Thankfully, Shen Jiaxiao didn't know. With her friend's loud-mouthed personality, news of her cancer would have spread across the entire city of Jing by the end of the day, and her grandmother and uncle would be impossible to keep in the dark.

"Why are you at the hospital?" Wen Ying asked.

Shen Jiaxiao shrugged. "My idiot brother lost his mind and drank himself into alcohol poisoning. I came to see if he’d kicked the bucket yet."

"You look terrible. Is this because of that dog Lu Jinchuan and his mistress?" Shen Jiaxiao had seen the livestream as well.

Very few people knew that Lu Jinchuan was married, and those who did were busy swooning over his "beautiful, fated love" with his mistress.

Disgusting! A pair of scoundrels!

Wen Ying felt a moment of detachment, no longer able to muster any real emotion. "He and I... we are getting a divorce soon."

Once the cooling-off period passed, this three-year farce would finally come to an end.

Shen Jiaxiao froze, immediately misunderstanding. Her eyes widened in fury. "He wants to marry that bitch?!"

When Wen Ying first married Lu Jinchuan, she had completely abandoned her own dreams and career, turning down a rare opportunity to join the Aviation Research Institute just to become a devoted wife and take care of his daily life. She had been deeply, madly in love with that scumbag.

To anyone looking, it seemed impossible that Wen Ying would want a divorce; it looked like she had simply been dumped by Lu Jinchuan.

Wen Ying shook her head. "I was the one who asked for it."

Shen Jiaxiao was stunned for a good two minutes before suddenly clapping her hands. "That’s right! A brilliant, capable woman like you should lock away her heart and focus on her career! Dump that jerk, come to Feixi instead. How about a stake in the company for your technical expertise?"

Feixi Innovation Technology specialized in cutting-edge drones. Shen Jiaxiao was one of the major shareholders. She didn't know anything about the technical side—she had been a terrible student her whole life—but she had mastered one fundamental truth: money. And she knew how to spend it.

At the mention of Feixi, a flicker of genuine enthusiasm appeared on Wen Ying’s pale face.