A Big Shot's Woman Is Wild and Fierce

If her intuition was correct, this person had come specifically for her.

Watching Qian Meng approaching, Wen Xin’s beautiful eyes narrowed gently, and the hand she had been readying to hail a cab slowly retracted.

“Miss Wen, are you going out for something?” Qian Meng had thought long and hard about how to greet Wen Xin on his way over. All the way here, he had been considering how to approach Wen Xin in a manner that she would accept, as he knew the impression he had left on her was not good.

From the moment Qian Meng walked over, Wen Xin could tell that she was his target. At this point, Wen Xin wasn’t interested nor did she have the time to dally with him here, so she got straight to the point.

“If there’s something you need to say, just say it. I’m short on time and can’t afford to waste it with you.”

Wen Xin’s gaze moved away from Qian Meng’s figure back to her wristwatch. She could spare at most five minutes for Qian Meng, otherwise, she would truly be late.

Qian Meng saw Wen Xin’s impatient expression and gave a bitter smile, realizing that the bad impression he had left on Wen Xin was indeed too deep, as she now openly showed disdain for him in her eyes.

“Little princess… I…”

Upon hearing Qian Meng’s address to her, Wen Xin turned her head in shock to look at Qian Meng, not understanding why he would call her that.

Qian Meng, seeing the surprised expression on Wen Xin, smiled gently and pointed towards his car.

“This isn’t a good place to talk. Are you heading out? Let’s talk in the car.”

Meeting Qian Meng’s sincere gaze, Wen Xin thought of the things Moore had given her before she came back from Independent State. It seemed she wasn’t wrong after all; she did have some sort of connection with Qian Meng.

Wen Xin didn’t hesitate for too long, striding forward with her long legs towards Qian Meng’s Maybach, as he obsequiously opened the rear door of the car for her to sit in.

After Wen Xin got into the car, she saw a photo and a black badge placed on the back seat. She picked up the photo, immediately recognizing the little girl in it as herself.

“Is this little boy you?” Wen Xin looked at Qian Meng as he took the driver’s seat, asking with some uncertainty. She had no recollection of the photo.

“Yes, where are you going? I’ll drive you there.” Qian Meng started the car, his voice softly asking Wen Xin, his usual radiance now completely subdued. His former arrogance had vanished at this moment, leaving him looking somewhat humble.

“To People’s Hospital, I have an appointment to see a patient,” Wen Xin replied indifferently to Qian Meng’s question, still feeling somewhat dazed.

The moment Qian Meng appeared, she suddenly realized how little she knew about these matters.

If it hadn’t been for the things Moore gave her, she might not have known about her parents’ connection to the ancient martial arts family.

Qian Meng drove the car smoothly, looking through the rearview mirror at Wen Xin sitting in the car with a somewhat vacant expression, suddenly unsure of how to start the conversation.

“Little princess…”

“Don’t call me that, just call me by my name, I really can’t get used to it—” Wen Xin found Qian Meng’s way of addressing her quite unacceptable.

When Sun Ning called her “little princess,” she could take it as Sun Ning’s teasing.

But Qian Meng’s formality was too much; she felt somewhat panicked; she didn’t really want to acknowledge that identity.

“Alright then.”

Upon hearing Wen Xin refuse to let him address her in that way, Qian Meng felt somewhat disappointed. He suddenly realized that he meant nothing to Wen Xin, whatever he was to her, even his status as a Knight, he couldn’t maintain anymore.

“Wen… Wen Xin, do you perhaps not know about the forces behind the Qian family?”

Qian Meng had met with Mu Chengxi in the morning, and although Mu Chengxi had not said anything, Qian Meng had roughly guessed that Wen Xin likely knew nothing about the Qian family’s affairs. It seemed necessary for him to retrieve Wen Xin and take her back to the ancient martial arts family.

“I don’t know, to tell the truth, I’m not really interested in the Qian family,” Wen Xin said genuinely. When she received the medical book from Zhuge Jingming, she had thought about visiting the ancient martial arts family, but then there were so many other things, and she had dismissed the idea. She would find a way to deal with her body herself, there was no need to involve her master.

After Moore gave her the Talisman later, she was even more resolved to avoid contact with the ancient martial arts family. She wasn’t sure if, over the years, they hadn’t been swayed by other forces of the Independent State; having a ticking time bomb by her side was even more frightening.

Wen Xin’s words left Qian Meng at a loss for words, and taking the opportunity at a red light, he looked at Wen Xin’s expression seriously through the rearview mirror; he could see distrust in her eyes.

For the loyal ancient martial arts family, for the little princess to harbor doubts, was an insult to them.

“Wen Xin, you may have some misunderstandings about the ancient martial arts family. The ancient martial arts family exists for the Monarch of the Independent State, and the Qian family exists to protect Mr. Wen and the lady, as well as the princess and the Young Master,” he explained.

“After the incident with the lady and sir, when the princess’s whereabouts became unknown, the head of the Qian family chose to retire, leaving our family behind just to protect Young Master Wen.”

Qian Meng didn’t quite know how to explain the matters of the Qian family and the ancient martial arts family to Wen Xin, his first instinct was to express his true feelings, hoping Wen Xin would trust him.

Wen Xin looked at the anxious Qian Meng reflected in the rearview mirror and smiled gently, “I just don’t understand the ancient martial arts family, so I don’t really trust you, but I’ve never doubted your sincerity.”

“Also, drive properly, I don’t want to lose my life in your car.”

Just as Qian Meng had mentioned the Qian family protecting Wen Huai, Wen Xin suddenly recalled all the things Wen Huai had encountered from childhood, and even when he had entered the training in the Independent State, there had been people secretly helping Wen Huai.

She had always thought it was someone arranged by the Earl, but now it seemed that was not the case; it was the Qian family’s doing.

After being reminded by Wen Xin, Qian Meng dared not let his mind wander anymore. His purpose for coming today was not for anything else, but simply to let Wen Xin know his identity, and this purpose could be considered achieved.

The car smoothly stopped outside the People’s Hospital, Wen Xin picked up her backpack and got out of the car, checked the time, and it was just right — she hadn’t arrived late.

Qian Meng got out of the car and saw Wen Xin preparing to leave without hesitation; he rubbed his forehead with a bit of a headache. He could tell that Wen Xin really didn’t want to say another word to him.

“Little… Wen Xin…”