Chapter 31 — She Finally Realizes Who You Really Are
Feng Zhao really did call the police.
Within minutes, everyone was brought to the station.
Feng Zhao sprawled across a bench like some tragic opera hero, clutching his chest dramatically while wailing,
"I'm the victim! He kicked me so hard I almost vomited blood! He wanted to kill me! Attempted murder!"
Wen Zhi listened to the ridiculous accusations, her expression growing increasingly tense.
She glanced at Mo Tingyan, who sat casually in the chair like the whole scene had absolutely nothing to do with him.
That calmness scared her more than anything.
Feng Zhao wasn't from high society, but he was a nouveau riche thug with connections everywhere.
If he refused to back down, this wouldn't end quietly.
And today, Mo Tingyan had acted because of her.
She couldn't let him be dragged down.
During her statement, Wen Zhi explained again and again that Feng Zhao had laid hands on her first, and Mo Tingyan had only intervened to protect her.
But the video evidence was brutal—Mo Tingyan kicking him was crystal clear.
She lowered her eyes, panicked, and turned toward him.
He met her gaze at the exact same moment.
Seeing the worry filling her eyes, Mo Tingyan raised a brow and tugged her closer by the wrist.
He leaned into her ear, voice low and rough.
"Don't be so tense. I promise I'll be fine. Go home first—I'll handle this."
Wen Zhi frowned.
How could he be this calm?
How could he look unbothered?
"What exactly are you planning?"
"I already contacted someone. My friend will be here soon."
"Your friend? Someone in the police?"
"No," Mo Tingyan said easily. "The guy who owns the jewelry store."
…A businessman?
Wen Zhi's heart dropped further.
Just then, a tall man in casual clothes walked into the station, heading straight for them.
Mo Tingyan heard footsteps, glanced back, and said,
"There he is—my friend, Jiang Nanzhong."
He continued lazily,
"And this is the Wen Zhi I told you about."
Jiang Nanzhong's smile was bright and polished as he reached out his hand.
"Miss Wen, I've heard plenty about you. Seeing you today… you're even more stunning than the rumors say. A pleasure."
Wen Zhi, startled by the compliment, lifted her hand to shake his—
But Mo Tingyan immediately grabbed Jiang Nanzhong's offered hand instead and raised a brow.
"That's enough of that."
Jiang Nanzhong chuckled.
"What, you afraid I'm going to steal your little wife?"
Wen Zhi withdrew her hand awkwardly.
…Were they seriously joking at a time like this?
Mo Tingyan brushed off Jiang Nanzhong's hand and said,
"You guessed right. Now shut up and get to work."
Wen Zhi turned to Jiang Nanzhong anxiously.
"Mr. Jiang, what are you planning? Feng Zhao refuses to settle and wants Mo Tingyan jailed. Is there really a way to fix this?"
Jiang Nanzhong smirked.
"Who cares what he wants? He's nothing. Don't worry—today, I'll return your husband to you clean as snow."
With that, he walked out while dialing a call.
Wen Zhi watched him leave, uncertain.
Was he… bluffing?
Beside her, Mo Tingyan scoffed with a hint of jealousy.
"Wow, you can't take your eyes off him?"
Wen Zhi snapped back to reality.
"Not this again. I'm serious—can he really fix this?"
"He can't," Mo Tingyan said with a straight face. "I can. Haven't you tried and tested that?"
"…"
She really wanted to punch him.
Ten minutes later, Jiang Nanzhong returned, followed by a flashy-looking middle-aged man wearing an enormous gold chain.
The moment the man stepped inside, Feng Zhao—who had been proclaiming that not even the king of heaven could make him settle—shot up from his chair.
"Dad?!"
Wen Zhi's mouth dropped open.
Jiang Nanzhong had brought Feng Zhao's father—
And the man willingly signed the settlement?
Within minutes, Feng Zhao was dragged away by his father, ears twisted, while Mo Tingyan walked out of the police station untouched.
Wen Zhi was stunned.
Just… who exactly was Jiang Nanzhong?
Before she could stare any longer, Mo Tingyan covered her eyes with his palm, leaning in close.
"Stop looking. I'm getting jealous. Go wait in the car."
Wen Zhi slapped his hand down and glared at him.
He was impossible.
Still, she thanked Jiang Nanzhong and left for the car.
Behind the building—out of her sight—Mo Tingyan's playful expression vanished completely.
He and Jiang Nanzhong walked behind the vehicle, speaking quietly.
Jiang Nanzhong sighed.
"Brother, you put on a good show. A trash family like the Fengs—one flick of your finger and they'd disappear. And you still made me handle it…"
Mo Tingyan shot him a cold look.
"You complaining?"
"Me? Never. I'm just worried. You've been acting way too convincingly. Aren't you afraid your little wife will be terrified once she learns who you really are?"
"There won't be a 'once.' Not until everything is handled. She must not know—understand?"
He paused.
"That thing I asked you to look into. Any news?"
Jiang Nanzhong's expression turned serious.
"My people have practically overturned half the city. Nothing. The scene back then was chaos—maybe you saw wrong?"
Mo Tingyan's eyes chilled.
"No. He's alive. I'd recognize him even if he turned to ash. Keep looking."
Jiang Nanzhong saw the hatred in his eyes and nodded.
"I'll do everything I can."
On the drive home, Wen Zhi was unusually quiet, lost in thought.
Mo Tingyan reached over and squeezed her thigh.
"What's going on in that little head of yours?"
She hesitated, then asked softly,
"How… do you know Mr. Jiang?"