Chapter 213: Crazy Admiration Chapter 213: Crazy Admiration Before, Wen Zhi’s visits home had always been quiet, and she rarely saw Wen Yiwan.

This time, her welcome was a glass cup. If her reaction hadn’t been quick enough to dodge immediately, she might have been hit in the face by that glass cup.

Accompanied by a crisp crashing sound.

The glass cup shattered into pieces as it hit the ceramic tiles.

“You little wench, you actually know how to come back, do you think just because you have that famous businessman as your backer, you can act lawlessly!”

A sharp voice rang out.

Wen Zhi stood still and looked up, only to see Wen Yiwan standing under the living room’s crystal lamp with a face full of anger, looking at her as if she were a terribly evil person.

However, Wen Zhi didn’t respond with a word. She tilted her head and glanced at the shattered glass cup on the floor, with glass fragments scattered near her feet.

She straightened her back and stepped on the glass fragments, walking step by step towards Wen Yiwan.

Her goal wasn’t to confront Wen Yiwan, however, but to reach a small vase on the cabinet.

Wen Yiwan saw Wen Zhi’s intention, but she wasn’t panicked at all and even scoffed coldly, “What now, you want to fight back? As your stepmother, it’s my right to discipline a disobedient daughter like you. You dare to retaliate?”

Wen Zhi silently curled her lips.

Without any hesitation, she grabbed the vase and threw it towards Wen Yiwan—

Wen Yiwan’s eyes widened in shock, but fortunately, Su Tong, who was beside her, reacted quickly enough to grab Wen Zhi’s hand, all the while smiling, “Miss, why start a fight as soon as you get home? The lady only slipped; it wasn’t intentional.”

Wen Zhi’s other hand was powerless, so she tried to thrust Su Tong away with her body.

But she had injured her hand earlier and couldn’t muster enough strength to move Su Tong.

She gave up the struggle, her hand loosened, and the vase slipped from her grasp.

Su Tong was quick and caught the vase, holding it securely in her arms, understandingly adding, “If Miss is thirsty and wants some water, just instruct me.”

Wen Zhi forced a smile, “Oh, I almost forgot you’re our housemaid. These menial tasks are indeed yours to do.”

Su Tong smiled and nodded.

Wen Zhi pointed to the glass fragments on the floor, “Go clean it up.”

Su Tong responded, “It is my responsibility; I will go clean it up. Don’t worry, Miss.”

Wen Zhi enunciated clearly, “I said now.”

The smile disappeared from Su Tong’s face as she instinctively looked towards Wen Yiwan for her cue.

Casually playing with her freshly done light-colored manicure, Wen Yiwan smirked, “Go on.”

Su Tong reluctantly began to clean up the glass shards.

Wen Yiwan took a moment to glance at Wen Zhi, who was watching Su Tong, and smirked slightly, “Alright, stop watching her. Su Tong has been with us at the Wen Family for so many years; are you worried she won’t clean it properly?”

With that, Wen Yiwan swayed her hips and walked towards the central couch in the living room.

Wen Yiwan has taken good care of herself. She’s in her early forties but doesn’t look a day over thirty, a bona fide charming young matron.

Not just in the past, but even now, there are plenty of men who fantasize about her, wanting to engage in an exciting affair with her.

Before marrying Mu Yanzhou, Wen Yiwan had never married, but she had many boyfriends over time, and she continually brought them home to the Wen Family.

Back then, Wen Zhi was still young. She didn’t understand Wen Yiwan’s intentions towards her father and often followed Wen Yiwan around, affectionately calling her auntie and complimenting how handsome her auntie’s boyfriends were.

Only now did Wen Zhi realize that every boyfriend Wen Yiwan ever had resembled her father to some extent.

Eyes like, or a nose like, or lips like, or even…a figure or a silhouette also very similar.

If someone’s features were extremely similar to Mu Yanzhou, that person could stay by Wen Yiwan’s side a little longer until Wen Yiwan grew tired or annoyed, then kick them out and find the next person who resembled Mu Yanzhou.

Madly infatuated, she had finally married Mu Yanzhou in her lifetime.

It was for this reason that after Wen Yinxi’s death, Wen Zhi mistook the first killer of Wen Yinxi as Wen Yiwan.

“Stop dawdling over there, come here, I want to ask you something,” Wen Yiwan commanded, her tone now a habit.

Wen Zhi walked over and sat down on the sofa opposite Wen Yiwan: “Have you sought advice from a wise person lately?”

Wen Yiwan squinted at Wen Zhi, her tone gentle: “What do you want to say?”

Previously when Wen Zhi returned, Wen Yiwan was either not around or pretended to be nice to her, even if she got angry, she ended up swallowing her anger at the end.

This time, her welcome gift upon returning was a glass cup.

It showed just how irritable Wen Yiwan had become!

Wen Zhi took a deep breath, her wound hurt from the argument she had with Su Tong just now, she endured the discomfort in her hand: “You said you wanted to ask me something, I’d also like to know what happened to make you so irritable, acting like an unreasonable woman.”

Her words were spot on.

They hit right at the heart of Wen Yiwan.

In just an instant, Wen Yiwan flared up like a cat, her chest heaving heavily, she asked sharply, “Am I an unreasonable woman?”

Wen Zhi slightly tugged at the corner of her lips: “Look at what you’re like now, did I say something wrong?”

Wen Yiwan was so angry that her face turned blue, she cursed: “You and your father, none of you are good!”

Wen Zhi: ?

Although she had long been accustomed to Wen Yiwan’s verbal abuse, she didn’t expect Wen Yiwan to curse her father as well this time.

Seemingly not relieved of her anger, Wen Yiwan grew more agitated as she spoke: “He just relied on my love for him, making me suppress my anger over and over again, he’s no good, and neither is the daughter he fathered!”

Confronted with Wen Yiwan’s indiscriminate fury, Wen Zhi simply returned the question calmly: “Then what are you?”

The atmosphere suddenly grew tense.

Betwixt the two on the vintage coffee table, there was a pot of floral tea which Wen Yiwan always loved to drink; next to the pot, a cup still contained half-undrunk floral tea.

In a fit of rage, Wen Yiwan directly grabbed the remaining half cup of floral tea and splashed it towards Wen Zhi.

It has to be said that Wen Zhi did not expect the glass cup to smash towards her when she returned.

But this time, Wen Yiwan’s purpose was too obvious, evident as she splashed the tea, which Wen Zhi dodged.

The failed expression of rage completely consumed Wen Yiwan’s sanity, seeing that she missed, she then threw the teacup at Wen Zhi.

Wen Zhi still dodged, only her expression was even uglier than before, she solemnly reminded her: “This is the second time.”

The teacup smashed against the wall, shattering, the sound piercingly sharp.

“Dare to infuriate me, you should be taught a lesson like this!” Wen Yiwan’s attitude was unreasonable, she blurted out without any restraint: “It’s all because of you, you little wench!”

The harsh words struck a nerve in Wen Zhi.

She raised her head, eyes blazing, and said word by word, “Say that again and see what happens?”

“I’m your stepmother, can’t I even curse you?!” Wen Yiwan, hands on hips, immediately asked: “Tell me, where did Mu Yanzhou go?”