A Big Shot's Woman Is Wild and Fierce

Wei Shisheng scoffed with disdain. If it weren’t for the Qian family’s status as an ancient martial arts family, who would even consider Qian Meng significant? She looked at Jiang Linyan, thinking perhaps she was too eager to associate with the Independent State, willing to listen to anyone.

The next morning, Mu Bei rushed into the dining room and placed a newspaper in front of Mu Chengxi, who was eating. After giving Mu Bei a cold glance, he picked up the newspaper from the table.

“What is this?”

“Trouble at the Jiang family. Old Jiang was taken away by the Prosecutor’s Office, and even Jin Zhi seems to have been implicated. He was taken away last night.”

Mu Chengxi was shocked as he read the news in the paper. He hadn’t been ready to make his move yet. Who had acted so swiftly and dealt with Old Jiang directly?

Seeing Uncle Zhao’s figure in the newspaper at that moment, Mu Chengxi shifted his gaze from the paper to Wen Xin, who sat across from him, leisurely eating her breakfast.

“Did you do this?”

Mu Chengxi’s tone carried a hint of disbelief. He didn’t know how Wen Xin had managed to persuade Uncle Zhao, but he was aware that taking action against the Jiang family required thorough preparation.

“Yes, I just gave all the information to Uncle Zhao. As for how they sentence him, that depends on the official standards of punishment. Even if this doesn’t finish him, it’s enough to skin him.”

Wen Xin calmly continued eating her breakfast, head bowed as if the affair hardly concerned her. This was just the beginning; what she wanted wasn’t over yet.

Mu Chengxi casually tossed the newspaper on the table. He stretched out his elegant fingers and gently tapped on the table in front of Wen Xin, speaking softly, “Could you show me your evidence?”

Mu Chengxi’s voice was soft, but Wen Xin could discern the caution in his tone. She stopped her meal, lifted her head to look at Mu Chengxi, her eyebrows slightly raised.

“Shouldn’t you be more aware than I am of what he has done?”

Wen Xin’s bright, sharp eyes made Mu Chengxi involuntarily squint, and then he was heard chuckling softly.

“I really don’t know what he has done. Although the Mu family and the Jiang family have ties, they are not deep, so when Tan Xingyue ran into trouble, I didn’t seek out Old Master Jiang.”

Mu Chengxi adjusted his position in his wheelchair. He pushed the breakfast before him slightly to the side, his gaze tenderly on Wen Xin.

“Share it with me, let me also know what he’s done to cause such a stir.”

Mu Chengxi wanted to know what had happened, driven by mere curiosity; in fact, he was uninterested in what happened to the Jiang family.

Wen Xin propped her chin with one hand as she gazed into Mu Chengxi’s pure, dark eyes. After a pause, she sat up straight, picked up the smartphone lying beside her, and forwarded the files she had sent to Uncle Zhao to Mu Chengxi.

Soon, Mu Chengxi’s phone chimed. He sat up, picked up the phone beside him, and opened the email.

Mu Bei, standing by, was also very curious about the matter. He slowly moved his body to peek at the content on Mu Chengxi’s phone from behind him.

After viewing the information on the phone together with Mu Chengxi, Mu Bei looked up at Wen Xin in shock, slowly lifting his head.

The issues contained within were too complex, far beyond the reach of someone like him. He found it hard to imagine where Wen Xin had gotten this information.

“Miss… Miss Wen…”

“Shut up!”

After going over the document, Mu Chengxi’s face immediately darkened. Just as Mu Bei was about to speak, he was sharply silenced by Mu Chengxi, signaling him to be quiet.

“Mu Bei, forget what you saw today, and don’t let anyone know it’s related to Wen Xin. I’ll handle the rest.”

“Also, arrange for some people who haven’t been seen in Beijing to protect Uncle Zhao. This matter is too complex, and Uncle Zhao might be in danger.”

Mu Chengxi looked up at Wen Xin, tense. He didn’t know how Wen Xin could remain so calm. The issue involved important figures in Beijing, a massive affair that hadn’t surfaced in a long time.

“Uncle Zhao is safe now. Whatever you can think of, I’ve already thought of. The real purpose of this isn’t to implicate those people. I am just giving them a gentle reminder,” she said.

“I want them to remember that just because they sit high, it doesn’t mean they can rest easy and do as they please.”

Wen Xin hadn’t initially planned to involve so much, but Old Jiang was too complex, every one of his affairs entangling him with troublesome people.

Right now, the Jiang family was in chaos. Since no one dared disturb Old Master Jiang because of his identity, Old Jiang and his wife’s home had been sealed off.

“Mom, don’t cry. How could such a big incident suddenly happen? Did dad say anything to you when he was taken away?”

Jiang Linyan hadn’t lived with the Jiang family since she returned from abroad. Her lifestyle overseas and her role in the family were entirely different. Preferring to avoid trouble, she made an excuse to live elsewhere.

“He didn’t have time to say anything. Suddenly, some men in uniforms burst into our home, accused him of many crimes, and your father, it seems, did not anticipate those people would know about his deeds. He just sat on the sofa, speechless, and then they took him away!”

Madam Jiang had not been able to recover from what happened since the incident. She had never imagined that the scene she experienced last night could play out before her eyes.

She had always believed that given the Jiang family’s status, no one could act so brazenly.

“Dad, you must save Desheng, he… he…” Madam Jiang stuttered, struggling to complete her sentence.

“Enough, stop crying. Our Jiang family has lived honorably all our lives. Now he has done something so disgraceful, how do you expect me to help him? And with solid evidence in every case, how can I help him?

“What he did violates the law and basic ethics. Do you want me to sacrifice the whole family for him?”