After Yu Wenli released his grip, Que You began his operations, but his attempts were repeatedly blocked.
Using his methods to investigate, he discovered that Fu Yuchuan was indeed causing trouble.
Que You had no choice but to call Xie Jinni, hoping she could ask Han Xianyun for help.
Wen Tingxue was in a semi-cold war with the Han family, so he couldn't ask her.
Fortunately, Xie Jinni agreed readily, telling him to wait for news.
In the makeup artist's van.
Xie Jinni hung up the phone and instructed, "Change course, head to Han Group."
"?" Xiao Ya blinked confusedly, "Sister Xiaoyi, have you made up with Fourth Master?"
Xie Jinni: "No."
A while ago, she attended a red carpet event with a well-known male celebrity.
There were more shots of them together, and the editing was a bit ambiguous.
That night, it topped the entertainment hot search list.
Han Xianyun naturally saw it.
From the moment he picked her up, he started to settle scores.
He even dug up the fact that she had kept vigil for Wen Bin for three days.
She couldn't be bothered to deal with him, and he hadn't contacted her during his anger.
She was busy with various schedules and didn't have the mood to placate him; he was probably still sulking.
Xie Jinni rubbed her temples irritably.
Xiao Ya knew from her expression that this was not going to be easy.
"Then are we still going? You know Fourth Master's temper; he's angry right now, and you won't get a good reception if you go."
"It's been seven days, he shouldn't be that angry anymore, right?" Xie Jinni hoped.
Xiao Ya couldn't help but laugh and cry, "Sister, you know Fourth Master's personality better than I do. The last time you two didn't contact each other for five days, he ignored you for half a month. This time it's seven days, plus the hot search with that other person."
Fourth Master must be drowning in jealousy.
Xie Jinni became even more annoyed, "We still have to go."
Que You had already called her.
She had no reason not to help.
She would deal with it as it came.
It wasn't that difficult to appease him anyway.
Han Group.
President's office.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Han has instructed not to see anyone today."
As she stepped out of the elevator, Secretary Qiao immediately stopped her.
Xie Jinni pretended not to hear and walked in, "You haven't even announced me, how do you know he's not seeing me?"
"Sorry, Mr. Han's intention is, anyone."
She deliberately emphasized the last three words.
Xie Jinni took off her sunglasses and glanced at her with a half-smile.
"Secretary Qiao, do you have a personal grudge against me?"
They happened to stop at the secretary's desk, and Secretary Qiao uncomfortably dodged her gaze.
"How could I?"
She denied it, then added, "Fourth Master is getting married soon, and he intends to cut off ties with you. This is a fact."
Xie Jinni's face slightly darkened, "Getting married soon? Wasn't his engagement to Yan Jinghe postponed to the end of this year? What, are you planning to skip this step and get the marriage certificate directly?"
Her tone was barbed, but it wasn't directed at Secretary Qiao with dissatisfaction.
It was her dissatisfaction with Han Xianyun for hiding it from her.
Secretary Qiao lowered her eyes and said, "Perhaps."
Xie Jinni turned and left angrily.
Before getting into the elevator, she remembered her purpose and forcibly suppressed it, turning back to say, "Go and announce me, I'll wait here."
Xie Jinni casually picked a spot and sat down.
Secretary Qiao had no choice but to go to Han Xianyun's office.
About three minutes later, Secretary Qiao returned, her tone very certain, "Fourth Master will not see you."
Xie Jinni glanced at her and took out her phone.
She dialed Han Xianyun's number.
Unexpectedly, he answered quite quickly.
"Hello?"
His extremely cold voice indicated he was angry.
Xie Jinni casually twirled a strand of her hair and said slowly, "I'm at your company, want to chat?"
Her voice was lingering and soft, something Han Xianyun had always liked.
After a long pause, he asked, "You're in my office? When?"
Xie Jinni smiled, watching Secretary Qiao's completely pale face, "Now."
Han Xianyun hung up the phone. A moment later, the desk phone at Secretary Qiao's workstation rang.
Xie Jinni and Secretary Qiao entered the office together.
The minimalist style made his expression even colder.
Secretary Qiao trembled inwardly.
Xie Jinni, however, was unfazed and even dared to act coquettish in front of him.
"Fourth Brother, I've really been busy lately; I didn't deliberately not contact you."
She got her excuse in first so she could retort later if they started settling scores.
Han Xianyun was well aware of her calculations.
But he was too lazy to settle scores with her now.
He pulled her slender white wrist and drew her into his arms.
The familiar light fragrance entered his nostrils.
His suffocating mood of many days finally improved slightly.
"What do you want from me?" he asked, playing with her hand.
Xie Jinni, her thoughts seen through, didn't try to hide it.
But before speaking, she cleverly kissed him.
As a sign of appeasement.
Han Xianyun was very indulgent towards her methods.
The emotions in his brows dissipated a lot.
"Alright, stop being so mushy, talk business."
"Yu Wenli."
Han Xianyun had always paid attention to Fu Yuchuan, so he naturally knew about Fu Yuchuan's targeting of Yu Wenli.
But he hadn't expected her to humble herself to ask him for this matter.
"Just this?" he raised an eyebrow, a little disbelieving.
For her, it was more like a release of a certain physiological need.
There was no emotion at all, nor any love.
Before, she could still lie to herself, but Xie Jinni's appearance was enough to prove that this man was not heartless.
He just didn't want to give it to her.
Secretary Qiao felt disheartened and also a bit like she was gambling.
She repeated exactly what she had said to Xie Jinni earlier.
Han Xianyun's expression indeed darkened, and his tone became a bit colder.
"Do you want to die?"
Secretary Qiao gave a bitter laugh, "Yes, I want to die, otherwise how would I dare to fall for you, Mr. Han, Fourth Master Han? Are all you men this cheap?
You don't like women who give their all, you only like those who are insincere. Can't you see how much genuine affection Xie Jinni has for you?"
Perhaps stimulated, or perhaps truly heartbroken.
Secretary Qiao, for the first time, openly defied her superior.
Han Xianyun's face was grim, and he had already thought of how to deal with her.
But seeing the sadness on her face, he softened a little.
"Forget it, I won't touch you, but I don't want to see you in the capital, unless you really want to die."
His meaning was clear.
Secretary Qiao had been with him for many years, so how could she not understand?
"Yes," she accepted his arrangement as always.
But this time, she added a hint of a curse.
"I wish you and Miss Xie a long and happy life together."
Han Xianyun's eyes suddenly darkened, but he didn't dwell on it.
No one understood this relationship better than them; there would be no long and happy life, only mutual utilization.
With Han Xianyun's intervention, Que You and Yu Yahe smoothly clarified the matter of Yu Wenli pulling the breathing tube.
The attending physician at the time, as well as the nurses who witnessed the entire process.
And the Yu family, plus the fact that Grandpa Yu passed away soon.
All proved that Yu Wenli signed the consent form and pulled the tube only when Grandpa Yu was in extreme pain and yearned for release.
Most netizens expressed understanding.
A small number of netizens called it cruel and unfilial.
Yu Yahe, seizing the momentum, wrote several more stories about Grandpa Yu and Grandma Yu, interspersed with stories of Yu Wenli and Wen Tingxue.
Wen Tingxue didn't care whether he was awake or not. She threw the clothes onto the bed and urged him to hurry.
"You're quite energetic."
Yu Wenli reluctantly got out of bed, and Wen Tingxue hummed twice, "You can continue sleeping when you get back later, but I only have this much time."
She was the owner of the guesthouse. Even though she rarely appeared, she had to handle all the big and small matters in the guesthouse.
She was busy from morning till night, let alone occasional hiccups or collaborations, then she wouldn't sleep at all.
Yu Wenli had it much easier. Besides writing songs and playing music, he just slept.
When he was particularly busy, he would help out.
But he was not skilled, and Wen Tingxue found him to be a hindrance, so after a few times, she stopped calling him.
Unless it was heavy labor.
Xing'an Village was becoming increasingly prosperous under Qiao Hui's leadership.
The booming guesthouse business had also indirectly boosted crop yields in the village.
Every household had built new houses.
Grandma and Grandpa also had some savings, but they were old, and they didn't want to deal with the tiring and stressful matter of building a house.
Wen Tingxue and Yu Wenli lived at home all the time and didn't pay any living expenses, so they had long felt guilty.
It was just the right time to repay them.
Now, the new house had also been built.
Opening the door and going downstairs, the small courtyard was covered in a layer of white snow, looking extremely beautiful.
Yu Wenli took his jacket and put it on her, "Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"
He zipped it up, then took a woolen hat from his pocket and put it on her.
He took care of her like a child.
Wen Tingxue had long been accustomed to it.
She only looked up at the falling snow.
"It's the first snow of winter, don't you want to make a wish?"
She looked at him mischievously.
Yu Wenli took the opportunity to adjust her hat and said casually, "No."
"So unromantic," the young girl rolled her eyes and ignored him.
After clasping her hands together to make a wish, she pulled him towards the guesthouse.
The village road had long been repaired.
They got up early, and there weren't many footprints on the snow-covered road yet.
Wen Tingxue didn't want to get her shoes wet, so she walked in his footprints.
Like a little tail.
When they reached the guesthouse, the snow suddenly became much heavier.
Wen Tingxue looked back, and Yu Wenli raised his hand to brush the snow off her.
"We definitely can't go back now, you can rest here for a while..."
Meeting his deep and affectionate gaze, Wen Tingxue suddenly forgot what she was going to say.
She stared at him blankly, "What... why are you staring at me like that? Is there something on my face?"
Saying that, she reached out to wipe it.
Yu Wenli smiled, caught her small hand, and held it in his palm to warm it.
He also said, "I think I want to run a guesthouse here with you for the rest of my life."
Perhaps after seeing the video on Wen Tingxue's social media, the green mountains and white snow, the gurgling spring water.
It was romantic and full of winter charm.
The next afternoon, many friends arrived at the guesthouse.
"With such a good environment, it's a good thing I came," Tang Mo Bai said with a smile, sipping his coffee.
Satisfaction was written all over his face.
Wen Tingxue scoffed and asked curiously, "Aren't you busy with the film crew?"
He hadn't had time to visit since the opening, and this was his first time.
Every time she asked, he was on set, or busy styling celebrities.
Let alone relaxing and traveling, he even had to squeeze in time to pursue Jiao Yutong.
Tang Mo Bai immediately sighed, "I'm busy, incredibly busy. My master asked me to specifically come and ask, when will you, Senior Sister, have time to go back?"
The melodious and soothing music, the boy with ink-black hair and snow-white skin, the softly falling snow, the bright and brilliant lights.
Everything was so beautiful, romantic, and gentle.
Everyone was immersed in the music.
Only Wen Tingxue wept silently.
She recalled the difficulties of the past year and his music dream that was almost shattered.
If there had been no accident, he should have been shining on stage.
Instead of recuperating here.
He shouldn't be like this.
He deserved a better future and more admiration.