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Chapter 1313: Chapter 1313: Divorce
After Wen Yun showered, she changed into her own pajamas and sat on the soft bed, but felt extremely ill at ease.
The room was very big; a single room was more than three or four times larger than any place she had ever lived in.
The spacious Simmons bed was soft and comfortable, and one wall was a floor‑to‑ceiling window with an extremely open view; she could see the beautiful scenery outside, and just standing in front of the window was a kind of aesthetic enjoyment.
And this was only the room she was staying in; if she counted the other rooms and the living room, plus the back yard of unknown size, it completely shattered Wen Yun’s idea of what it meant to be rich. So this was where rich people lived—really, truly huge.
At dinnertime, there was an auntie in the villa; she had already prepared dinner long ago. Even if Wen Yun was the only one eating, there were still five dishes and one soup, each one looking, smelling, and tasting perfect, like it had come out of a high‑end restaurant.
"Auntie, aren’t you eating?" Only when Wen Yun sat down did she realize there was just one pair of chopsticks and one bowl set out.
"I won’t eat, madam, you eat." Aunt Wu smiled and went into the kitchen.
In the huge dining room, she was the only one there, with all these delicacies laid out in front of her; she honestly had no idea how to eat alone.
When Aunt Wu came out, Wen Yun warmly invited her to eat together, but Aunt Wu refused.
Aunt Wu seemed to see Wen Yun’s discomfort; she sat to the side and said, "Madam."
"Auntie, my name is Wen Yun, you can call me Xiao Yun. Calling me ’madam’ feels really awkward." Wen Yun was not used to being called madam.
"Madam will get used to it slowly." Aunt Wu said with a smile.
With Aunt Wu there to chat with her, Wen Yun finally managed to finish her first meal at Huayuan Small Building. After dinner, she took the initiative to clear the dishes, but was refused.
Wen Yun couldn’t just sit there, and insisted on helping Aunt Wu as an extra pair of hands.
After Aunt Wu left, Wen Yun was the only one left in the huge villa. Even though both Aunt Wu and the assistant had reminded her that it was very safe here, the empty house still made Wen Yun feel afraid.
Wen Yun ran back to the room early to stay there, locked the door from the inside, and only then did she feel at ease.
Fortunately, the room had its own bathroom; it was like a luxury single dorm. Wen Yun simply tidied up the things she’d brought, then hugged her nursing textbook and started reading; she had studied nursing.
Only when she was overwhelmingly sleepy did Wen Yun doze off in a daze. When she woke up in the middle of the night, she felt she wasn’t on the single bed she always slept on; in a panic she fumbled for the light. It was dark at night, and it took Wen Yun a long time to find the switch. Seeing this unfamiliar room, Wen Yun finally remembered this was Meng Yan’s home.
She was married.
Wen Yun sat up, took the marriage certificate out of her bag, and when she saw the stiff smile on her own face in the photo, she still felt like she was dreaming. She really was married.
The next day, Wen Yun was on her way to work when she was blocked before she got there by Mr. Wen.
"Dad." Wen Yun called out, a little hesitantly.
"Smack."
Mr. Wen raised his hand and swung a slap across her face. He pointed at Wen Yun and cursed angrily, "Who is that bastard? Wen Yun, is this how I raised you from childhood? Staying out all night?"
Yesterday Mr. Wen had gone to look for Wen Yun and couldn’t find her; the hospital said she had taken leave, and when he went to where she lived, they said she had moved out.
Mr. Wen had been stewing in a bellyful of anger; now that he saw Wen Yun, all that fury naturally came pouring out at her.
"He’s not a bastard." Wen Yun couldn’t help retorting.
"Then who is he? What does he do?" Mr. Wen stared at Wen Yun, determined to dig out this bastard’s background.
"He..."
Wen Yun had just opened her mouth, then worried whether she was allowed to say anything about Meng Yanzhi, and hesitated again.
"Say it. Who is he, exactly?" Mr. Wen pressed.
"Dad, in a few days, I’ll bring him home to see you." Wen Yun lowered her voice a little as she saw more and more people gathering around.
"No. You’re going to marry into the Gao Family." Mr. Wen refused. "We’ve already made an agreement with the Gao Family."
"Dad." Wen Yun looked at Mr. Wen in disbelief, as if she were looking at a stranger. Things had blown up like that with that man surnamed Gao that day, and he still wanted to marry her? Was still willing to marry her?
Of course she didn’t think it was because he was deeply in love; they’d only met once—where would the feelings come from?
"I won’t marry him." Wen Yun refused without even thinking. "I would rather die than marry that kind of man."
They met once and he had tried to take advantage of her under the pretext of being drunk. The way he looked at her was like he wanted to strip her clothes off; that feeling was extremely uncomfortable. She hated the way he looked at people.
"It’s not up to you. I don’t care who that man is, you’re going to cut it off." Mr. Wen warned. "The marriage with the Gao Family isn’t going to change. I raised you to this age; if I only ask you to do this one thing, you’re still unwilling?"
"Dad." Wen Yun took a deep breath and said firmly, "You weren’t wrong to raise me, but you can’t use that to make me marry that man surnamed Gao. When you’re old in the future, I’ll support you too."
"Wen Yun!" The veins on Mr. Wen’s forehead bulged with anger. He ground his teeth and said, "This isn’t for you to decide."
"I’m already married." Wen Yun suddenly spoke.
Mr. Wen’s eyes bulged round!
*
Wen Yun didn’t go to work that day. Mr. Wen insisted on dragging her to find that man, and Wen Yun was forced to call Meng Yanzhi.
"Get a divorce. Just pretend this never happened."
In the restaurant where they’d agreed to meet, Mr. Wen kept drumming it into Wen Yun’s ear.
At 12:30 noon, Meng Yanzhi had just gotten off a plane and rushed all the way to the restaurant, travel‑worn. At a glance he saw the bright red handprint on Wen Yun’s face.
Wen Yun’s face was fair, so the handprint was especially conspicuous.
"Who hit you?"
Meng Yanzhi sat down beside Wen Yun, frowning.
"I’m her father. I’m disciplining my disobedient daughter; that’s none of your business." Mr. Wen replied. His gaze fell on Meng Yanzhi, then he looked at Wen Yun and asked, "You’re the one who married my daughter?"
Mr. Wen looked Meng Yanzhi over. Seeing his extraordinary bearing, he didn’t keep shouting about making Wen Yun get a divorce like before, but instead started asking about Meng Yanzhi’s identity and background.
Mr. Wen kept feeling he had seen Meng Yan before, but just couldn’t remember where.
"Yes." Meng Yanzhi nodded, his gaze falling on Mr. Wen as he said, "Even if you are Xiao Yun’s father, she is now my wife. I hope this kind of thing won’t happen again."
Meng Yanzhi’s eyes were icy; he didn’t show any respectful attitude just because this was Wen Yun’s father. Mr. Wen hadn’t treated Wen Yun like a daughter, so why should he treat Mr. Wen like a father?
"Let me officially introduce myself. My name is Meng Yanzhi. I’ve already registered my marriage with Xiao Yun, and in a few days we’ll be holding a wedding." Meng Yanzhi stood up; his words sounded more like a notification.