Chapter 269: Critical condition Chapter 269: Critical condition “Was I… always this fierce before?”

Listening to Meng Fan’s words, Wen Zhi felt as if she was hearing someone else’s story, unable to believe that she was the fierce one.

Meng Fan stifled a laugh, “I don’t know about the rest, but the sentence you wrote down was quite fierce.”

“…” Wen Zhi tried to disassociate herself, “I’m actually quite shy.”

Meng Fan’s expression was enduring yet intriguing, “We’ve known each other for over a decade, I’ve long been familiar with your handwriting, do you think I’d make a mistake?”

This time, Wen Zhi stopped talking.

With a friendship spanning over a decade, she thought, the chances of a mistake were slim, and it was her diary after all… Diaries are not for scribbling nonsense…

Yet, she really dared to write those words.

“Admitted it?” Meng Fan asked with a mischievous grin.

Wen Zhi turned her face away, “From now on, you’re not allowed to read my diary, not even a peek.”

Meng Fan laughed so hard she was doubled over.

Of course, she was also afraid that if Wen Zhi regained her memory, she’d dredge up the past with her, not daring to continue the topic.

Turning back to serious matters, Meng Fan suddenly asked with a grave face, “Do you know that Chong Wanyin is dead?”

“Chong… Wanyin?”

The moment Wen Zhi murmured that name, she felt as though her head had been pricked by a needle.

She raised her hand to her head and saw flickers of vague images before her eyes.

In one scene, a woman was on the ground, being strangled to near suffocation, her face a picture of despair.

In another, she was holding a black box, sitting in a shadowy corner, crying silently.

And another…

The more Wen Zhi thought about it, the more intense her headache became, she gasped in pain, her back arching…

Meng Fan was terrified; she hadn’t expected that merely mentioning Chong Wanyin’s name would trigger such a strong emotional reaction from Wen Zhi!

She quickly pulled Wen Zhi’s hands down, then held her, “Zhizhi, stop thinking about it. We won’t talk about her. When you remember her in the future, we can talk then. We’ll drop it, I’ll drop it.”

The atmosphere suddenly quieted down.

The bedroom was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Meng Fan held her breath, seeing Wen Zhi hanging her head silently, she felt both nervous and heartbroken.

Until she saw tears falling from Wen Zhi’s eyes.

Meng Fan was dumbstruck.

She had merely mentioned Chong Wanyin, how did that make Zhizhi cry?

In a fluster, Meng Fan grabbed some tissue, then squatted in front of Wen Zhi to wipe away her tears, saying as she did, “Although I don’t know what happened between you and Chong Wanyin, the fact that you get so worked up at the mere mention of her, it must be something unpleasant.”

After she finished speaking, the hand that was wiping the tears was grabbed by Wen Zhi, “Is Chong Wanyin dead?”

Meng Fan endured the pain from her hand, hurriedly responding, “Dead, she’s dead.”

But Wen Zhi asked again, “Who is Chong Wanyin?”

“Chong…” Meng Fan’s breath caught; in their close gaze, Wen Zhi’s eyes displayed genuine confusion, not as if she was pretending.

It seemed that Wen Zhi’s reaction just now might have been due to a subconscious violent reaction deep in her mind to the name.

“Let’s not talk about her, Zhizhi, we’re not talking about her anymore.” Meng Fan was somewhat scared and realized that she needed to be extremely careful with her words from now on, to avoid another situation like the one that had just occurred.

‘Buzz’

A message tone came from the phone on the bed, Wen Zhi released Meng Fan’s hand and quickly got up to pick up the phone.

Meng Fan: ?

What’s happening? Whose message has gotten Zhizhi so agitated?

Wen Zhi picked up the phone, and before she could tap it open, she noticed it was from the messaging app.

The corners of her mouth lifted unconsciously.

Chen Jinhai: [Miss Wen, I apologize for replying to your message only now, Mr. Shang is doing well over here.]

After reading the joyous message, Wen Zhi’s lips, which had been raised high, quickly drooped down.

She exited from that message and scrolled down to check again, confirming after several attempts that this was the only message she had received.

Meng Fan curiously poked her head out from behind Wen Zhi and asked, “Whose text message is that?”

Wen Zhi covered her phone.

But it was still a second too late, and Meng Fan caught a glimpse, “Chen Jinhai? Zhizhi, are you in contact with Chen Jinhai?”

Wen Zhi hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Meng Fan was puzzled, “Why don’t you contact Uncle directly?”

Wen Zhi bit her lip, about to say something but then hesitated, “I… don’t have… Shang Hexing’s contact information.”

?

Meng Fan originally didn’t believe it, but considering that Wen Zhi wouldn’t lie to her now, despite her confusion, she still took out her phone and said, “I’ll give you your Uncle’s phone number.”

Wen Zhi happily wrote it down and made a note, “I’ll call him later.”

Meng Fan put away her phone and asked, “Does Uncle know you live here?”

“He knows,” Wen Zhi nodded.

Meng Fan tentatively continued to ask, “Then, has Uncle mentioned coming to see you?”

Wen Zhi became somewhat downhearted at the mention of this, “He has already been here, but now he’s gone to Licheng.”

“Licheng?”

Meng Fan was so surprised that her voice rose several decibels.

Clearly very astonished.

In Meng Fan’s view, her Uncle would definitely stay for a while after meeting Zhizhi in Haishi, at least for two or three days.

Who would have thought that Uncle would leave the next day!?

Wen Zhi, “He must have something very important to do in Licheng, I was actually thinking of asking you about it…”

As she spoke, Wen Zhi saw Meng Fan suddenly widen her eyes, then slap her hands together and exclaim, “Oh no!”

Wen Zhi also became anxious, “What’s wrong?”

Meng Fan paced back and forth in front of Wen Zhi, “This is bad, this is bad, Uncle rushing to Licheng must mean that Great-grandma is not doing well.”

After pondering for a moment, Wen Zhi asked, “Meng Fan, your Great-grandma, she’s Shang Hexing’s grandmother, right?”

“Yes.”

Meng Fan nodded, “Zhizhi, you don’t remember now, but it doesn’t matter, I will tell you, but let me make a call to confirm first.”

The terrace door and windows were opened.

Meng Fan took her phone out to the terrace to make a call, and Wen Zhi, being very curious, eavesdropped from behind the door and windows.

At first, the tone of the conversation seemed normal.

But as it went on, they started to argue.

Meng Fan’s tone sounded very angry.

A few minutes later, Meng Fan stormed back in from the terrace, fuming, “My parents really are something, if I hadn’t pressed them repeatedly, they really wouldn’t have planned to tell me about Great-grandma’s critical condition. Several cousins and uncles have gone, and a lot of people from the Han family faction have gone too, yet they chose not to tell me.”

Wen Zhi walked over and patted Meng Fan on the shoulder, asking, “Why wouldn’t they tell you?”

“I don’t know, and these past few years they haven’t even let me go to Licheng.” Meng Fan got more annoyed at the thought.

Wen Zhi originally knew about this matter.

But now she didn’t remember, so she was also confused.

Next, Wen Zhi learned from Meng Fan the reason why Shang Hexing suddenly rushed to Licheng—it was indeed because his grandmother was critically ill.

It was said that Shang Hexing’s grandparents had separated in their later years and their relationship had become so strained that it was at a deadlock.

Neither would set foot in the city the other lived in, and after many years, they hadn’t made any contact.

This time, with the old lady critically ill, Shang Hexing, as her only grandchild, had received the news and rushed to Licheng at the first opportunity to be with his grandmother in her last moments.

Wen Zhi thought to herself, no wonder Shang Hexing had left in such a hurry.

Meng Fan said, “Great-grandma has been very good to me, I should be there to accompany her on her last journey.”

As she spoke, becoming more anxious, Meng Fan picked up her phone, “No, I’m going to book a flight to Licheng right now.”

At this point, Wen Zhi mustered the courage to ask, “Meng Fan, may I go with you to Licheng?”