Li Qian pursed her lips and comforted, "Ranran, you're overthinking. In my opinion, Zhou Mingfu must be feeling guilty. The car accident that killed President Wen and Madam Wen, and left Wen Shao in a coma, is definitely linked to Zhou Mingfu. Before, he thought you were easy to deal with. But now that Wen Shao has woken up, he's panicking. That's why he got into an accident—he'd rather hide at home to recover while figuring out his next move."
Mentioning her deceased parents brought another wave of pain to Wen Ran's heart, and a trace of hatred surfaced in her clear, watery eyes. "The police called me before and said the mechanic who tampered with my dad's car is dead. The trail ended there. Even though we know Zhou Mingfu is involved, we have no evidence against him."
"Ranran, Zhou Mingfu's recent actions are the biggest proof. Once Wen Shao returns, he will definitely find the evidence to prove that Zhou Mingfu was behind President Wen and Madam Wen's deaths."
Wen Jin was five years older than Wen Ran. Five years ago, he had already started participating in all major decisions of the Wen Corporation. Before the accident, Wen Hongrui had planned to hand the factory over to Wen Jin while he and his wife went on vacation.
In Li Qian's view, as long as Wen Jin was around, the Wen Corporation would be safe.
Although Wen Ran was intelligent and had been managing the company well recently, she was still young and lacked experience in the business world. Without Mo Xiuchen's support, it would be dangerous for her to go against the cunning old fox that was Zhou Mingfu.
"Yes, now that my brother is awake, I'm not afraid of anything anymore."
The coldness in Wen Ran's eyes faded like receding tides, replaced by warmth and a faint smile. The moment her brother woke up, she felt a surge of strength, no longer anxious or fearful.
At the same time, Mo Xiuchen received a call from Wen Jin.
He had expected Wen Jin to contact him sooner or later but didn't think it would be this fast. It had only been three days since he woke up, yet he was already eager for a conversation.
On the phone, Wen Jin asked, "Mo Shao, can you come to the hospital? There are some things I'd like to discuss with you."
Mo Xiuchen narrowed his eyes and chuckled. "Alright, I'll come with Wen Ran after work."
"Come now. I want to speak with you alone."
Wen Jin's voice carried a hint of seriousness.
Half an hour later, Mo Xiuchen arrived at the hospital. Just as he was parking, he saw Gu Kai leading a team of medical staff, waiting for a patient arriving by ambulance. Seeing Mo Xiuchen, Gu Kai was surprised. "Xiuchen, what are you doing at the hospital at this hour?"
"My 'brother-in-law' called me over for a talk."
Mo Xiuchen raised a brow and said casually.
Gu Kai was momentarily confused before realizing that Mo Xiuchen was referring to Wen Jin. He laughed and waved his hand, "Since the 'brother-in-law' summoned you, you'd better hurry up. Don't keep him waiting, or he might be unhappy."
Mo Xiuchen smirked indifferently. "Whether he's happy or not won't change anything that's already set in stone."
He knew why Wen Jin wanted to talk—he probably thought Mo Xiuchen was "incapable as a man" and would ruin his sister's life. But if Wen Jin believed that waking up would change anything about Mo Xiuchen and Wen Ran's relationship, then he was overestimating himself.
Inside the hospital room, the air was filled with the scent of disinfectant. Wen Jin, dressed in a blue hospital gown, leaned against the headboard. If not for the bandage on his forehead and his pale complexion, his refined and gentle demeanor would have made it hard to tell he had just awoken from a half-month coma.
Mo Xiuchen pushed open the door but didn't enter immediately. He stood at the entrance, his sharp gaze assessing the man on the hospital bed.
At the same time, Wen Jin was also studying him. From the moment Mo Xiuchen stepped in, a glint of sharpness flickered in Wen Jin's otherwise gentle eyes.
A silent stare-off ensued.
In an instant, an undercurrent of tension filled the air.
Mo Xiuchen narrowed his eyes slightly, understanding the scrutiny and sternness in Wen Jin's gaze. On the other hand, Wen Jin was momentarily taken aback—he didn't understand why Mo Xiuchen seemed to regard him with hostility.
"You look well today, Wen Shao," Mo Xiuchen smiled and strode forward with his long legs.
Wen Jin hid his doubts and returned a faint smile, his voice warm yet tinged with weakness. "I feel bad for making Mo Shao come all this way. Please, have a seat."
He gestured toward the chair by the bed.
Mo Xiuchen didn't stand on ceremony. He pulled the chair over and sat down, his sharp gaze sweeping over Wen Jin's covered legs. With a seemingly concerned tone, he asked, "What did the doctors say? Will Wen Shao be able to stand again?"
A fleeting darkness crossed Wen Jin's eyes before he quickly masked it with a gentle smile, his voice carrying confidence. "It depends on effort. Even if I can't stand, for Ranran's sake, I will find a way to."
Mo Xiuchen chuckled. "You've always been known for your love for your sister. That, I believe."
Wen Jin's smile disappeared, and his expression turned serious as he spoke bluntly. "Ranran is the Wen family's precious jewel. Not just me—if my parents were still alive, they would never have agreed to her sacrificing her happiness to save the company."
If he had to choose between the company and his sister, he wouldn't hesitate to choose her.
Mo Xiuchen nodded knowingly. "I understand how you feel, but you should also understand Wen Ran's feelings. In that car accident, she lost not just her parents but also you—her only living family—who was left in a vegetative state. On top of that, her boyfriend betrayed her, and the company was in chaos."
"In that situation, she had no other choice. If she had prioritized herself, she wouldn't have deserved the love and protection you risked your life to give her as a brother."
Mo Xiuchen's final words carried an intentional emphasis.
Wen Jin's expression changed. A sharp glint flashed through his otherwise gentle eyes as he locked onto Mo Xiuchen's handsome, impeccably sculpted face. Mo Xiuchen remained calm and composed, betraying no hint of emotion.
But Wen Jin had an unsettling feeling—a dreadful intuition that Mo Xiuchen knew something.
His words earlier… they sounded like a veiled hint.
"Ranran is my sister. I protect her with my life, not because I expect anything in return. However, I do have a question, and I hope Mo Shao can clarify it for me."
Wen Jin's refined demeanor masked a hidden sharpness. He grabbed a pillow, placing it behind his back to sit up straighter.
Mo Xiuchen, unaffected by the change in atmosphere, smiled lazily. "I put aside work just to clear up your doubts. Since you're Ranran's brother, I should call you 'brother' too. Ask whatever you want."
Wen Jin frowned slightly. He had no interest in Mo Xiuchen calling him 'brother.'
Pressing his thin lips together, he recalled that while he had known of Mo Xiuchen before, they had never been close. Mo Xiuchen was notorious for being cold and ruthless, indifferent to everyone.
He never imagined Mo Xiuchen could be so "easygoing."
But Wen Jin didn't appreciate this so-called "easygoing" nature—Mo Xiuchen's attitude only revealed something more: his stance regarding Wen Ran.