Bo Jingzhou hung up the video call, opened the door to take the clothes from the manager, and threw them to Shen Wanci.

She carried the bag to the bathroom, and Bo Jingzhou's voice came through the door again: "Mom will have a detailed check-up at the hospital later, you come with me."

"I have to go to work," she also worried about Jiang Yajiu's situation, but since she had just gone to the studio and kept taking leave, it would be a bad influence, "Let me know when the results come out."

Bo Jingzhou looked at the woman's back and said coldly, "For your cleaning job, you even disregarded your mother's health?"

Shen Wanci's footsteps didn't stop, and she didn't explain about the cleaning lady. "In two days, I'll have to call you mother," she said.

What she said was the truth, but in Bo Jingzhou's ears it became —

We're getting a divorce, and his mother has nothing to do with it.

This period of time, Shen Wanci every time she saw him, mentioned the most is ‘divorce’ two words, at this moment Bo Jingzhou impatiently frowned, coldly sneered: “She these three years just raised a dog, now will also step by step inseparable guarding her wagging its tail.”

Hearing this, Shen Wanci turned her head back, wondering what face he had to use such an obvious accusation to blame her for being ungrateful?

Jiang Ya Zhu's health isn't good, these past three years every time she goes to the hospital it's her signing papers, and she's the one running around taking care of everything. In comparison, Bo Jing Zhou, this own son, is like a stray dog who doesn't belong at home, isn't he?

She coldly glared at Bo Jingzhou, "Yes, you're right. Even a dog knows how to wag its tail. I set up three years of meals for you, and it's not even as good as raising a dog."

Bo Jingzhou: "..."

This woman is really quick on the uptake!

Shen Wanci pulled open the door and strode out of the suite. After leaving the club, she took a taxi to Jingyuan.

On the road, she called Qin Yuezhi to ask about her condition: "Is your injury okay?"

Last night, Feng Jianhui's few kicks were full force, each one landing squarely on the person. It was quite frightening to watch.

Qin Yueli took a deep breath and gritted her teeth, "That grandson, the doctor said he fractured his bones and needs to rest for a while. I'm going to sue him! It's just that Ye Lan definitely won't give me the surveillance video footage, it's going to be difficult."

Shen Wanci: "You should first go to a doctor and get a medical diagnosis. I'll figure out the rest."

Qin Yuezhi didn't want Shen Wanci to do anything difficult for her.

"Forget it, forget it. Even if I reported him, at most he'd be detained for ten days and a half month. I'll find another way to deal with him. That bastard Feng Jianhui definitely isn't the first time he's used force against women. I'll go look for other evidence."

Shen Wanci leaned against the car window listlessly, "Yue Zhi, I'm sorry, I dragged you into this."

"What are you worried about? I should be thanking you for giving me the opportunity to eliminate harm for the people."

The two continued chatting until the car stopped at the gate of the Jingyuan, when Shen Wanci finally hung up.

As soon as I got to my desk, Lao Xu called me into his office: "Wanwan, come here for a moment."

Shen Wanci walked in without knowing what was going on.

"Come, let me introduce you. This is Ms. Jian. She wants to ask you to restore an ancient painting for her. The price is up to you."

Shen Wanci followed Xu Lao's direction and looked over... She saw Jian Weining sitting coldly on the sofa, wearing sunglasses, a fisherman's hat, and a black sun mask.

Hearing the name 'Wanwan', she raised her head, but when she saw that it was Shen Wanci who had entered, her brow furrowed, and the disappointment in her eyes was clear to see: "I'm sorry, Mr. Xu, you may have misunderstood me. I'm not looking for her, but 'Wanwan' whose reputation in the circle is known for her ingenious repair techniques."

Xu Lao was stunned for a moment, Shen Wanci also reacted for a few seconds, Jian Weining came to find 'Wanwan'?

“My painting is severely damaged, beyond the capabilities of an ordinary apprentice. I had the fortune of seeing a calligraphic work restored by someone named Wanwan once, it was simply breathtaking! But she’s very mysterious, and I’ve been unable to track her down or find out who she is. I thought you might know, which is why I came to ask for your help in connecting with her.”

Xu Lao only then realized that Jian Weining had misunderstood, but since the other party had mentioned their relationship as old friends, he smiled kindly and explained: "She is just..."

"Mr. Xu," Shen Wanci interrupted him at the right time, "Restoring antiques depends on fate. Since Miss Jian and I don't have any fate, there's no need to force it."

Xu Lao felt that the atmosphere between the two was a little strange. He nodded after being stunned for a moment: "That's also true."

Jian Weining hadn't figured out what Shen Wanci meant by her words, when she saw Shen Wanci turn and walk away.

She hurriedly stood up and walked a few steps to Shen Wanci's face, "Wanci, Yucheng is hosting a cleansing banquet at Xishan Courtyard tonight, do you know?"

I don't know.

"Yu Cheng is really something else." Jian Wei Ning dropped her bag on the ground, and a black invitation card with gold lettering slid out. She bent down to pick it up.

The movement was natural, as if it had been dropped accidentally.

"If you don't mind, why don't you come with me tonight? Yu Cheng just got back to the country and is quite busy. He probably just forgot..."

Shen Wanci's face was expressionless. She looked directly at Jian Weineng and smiled, "Ms. Jian, do you know the meaning of the words 'and family' after the name on the invitation? My husband and I are a couple, so we sent two invitations as a family. Is it that you don't understand etiquette, or is that how your family sends out invitations?"