Marrying My Bestie's Ferocious Brother - He Calls Me His Baby!-Chapter 73: I Set a Trap with My Letter, She Panicked!

Chapter 73: Chapter 73: I Set a Trap with My Letter, She Panicked!

In the clinic, Gu Yanshen slowly put down the phone receiver.

The veins on the back of his hand stood out.

"Wang Qiang has vanished into thin air."

His voice was soft, yet it was like a volcano on the verge of erupting.

Lin Wan Yi sat up from the bed, and Gu Yanshen immediately turned to stop her.

"Lie still. Don’t move."

"I’m fine."

Lin Wan Yi’s voice was very calm.

She looked at her husband’s tense shoulders, knowing he was restraining his anger.

"Yanshen, Wang Qiang’s disappearance isn’t accidental."

"He knew too much, so he was silenced."

Gu Yanshen turned around, his eyes filled with suppressed fury.

"I’m going to the Intelligence Division right now. I’ll dig three feet if I have to, but I’ll drag out the people behind this!"

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Mr. Gu, there’s a package for your wife."

It was the orderly’s voice.

Gu Yanshen strode over to open the door and received a manila envelope.

He glanced at the cover and handed it to Lin Wan Yi.

"It’s for you."

Lin Wan Yi took the envelope, her fingers brushing the familiar wax seal, her pupils narrowed slightly.

It was the investigation result she had someone deliver half a month ago.

She opened the envelope and pulled out the few thin pages inside.

The first page was a black-and-white photo.

The woman in the photo was in her early twenties, with a round face and small eyes, dimples appearing when she smiled.

It was the "sister" Zhang Tingting who handed her the glass of water at the entrance of the state-owned restaurant years ago.

Lin Wan Yi’s fingertips gently caressed the edge of the photo.

She turned to the second page.

It contained neatly written investigation records.

"Zhang Tingting, female, 22 years old, a temporary worker at Beicheng Textile Factory."

At the sight of "Zhou Wenxiu," Lin Wan Yi’s breath froze for a moment.

She continued to read.

"On July 18, 1972, Zhang Tingting suddenly resigned from the textile factory and left Beicheng the same day."

"Currently resides in a county in the south, regularly receives a 50 yuan remittance from Beijing on the 15th of every month."

"Sender: Anonymous."

The last page was a recent photo of Zhang Tingting in the southern county.

She wore a brand-new Dacron shirt, with the most fashionable big waves permed, looking rosy and nothing like someone struggling in a small town.

Lin Wan Yi slowly closed the investigation report.

She raised her head, her gaze alarmingly clear.

"It’s her."

"My stepmother’s niece."

Gu Yanshen’s expression instantly darkened.

"Zhou Wenxiu?"

"Yes."

Lin Wan Yi’s voice was soft, yet every word was clear.

"The person who handed me water back then was arranged by my stepmother."

"She’s the one who drugged me and tricked me into the Number One private room."

"Three days after the incident, she left Beicheng, took the hush money, and went south."

"The monthly remittance is the ’hardship fee’ given to her by my stepmother."

She spoke with calmness, as if recounting someone else’s story.

But Gu Yanshen could see that her knuckles gripping the report had turned white.

He abruptly stood up, the chair screeching sharply.

"Capture that Zhou woman, and her niece, bring them all back!"

"I want to see how bold she is, daring to scheme against me, Gu Yanshen!"

He turned, about to leave.

"Stop."

Lin Wan Yi’s voice wasn’t loud, yet it halted Gu Yanshen’s steps.

She got out of bed, barefoot, and walked up to him.

"If you go like this, what if you alert the enemy?"

"Now she’s only suspicious that I’m investigating, there isn’t concrete evidence."

"If you take action, she’ll know we’ve found Zhang Tingting."

"By then, she’ll destroy all the evidence, and we’ll catch nothing."

Gu Yanshen’s chest heaved violently.

"Then what do you want me to do?"

"Watch her get away with it?"

Lin Wan Yi shook her head.

She went to the table, opened a drawer, and took out paper and a pen.

"Not let her get away with it."

"But make her step into the trap herself."

She laid out the letter paper and began to write.

Gu Yanshen came over, standing behind her, watching her fluent script.

"Aunt Zhou:

Receiving your letter left me in a state of anxiety.

You are right, I’m indeed weak, and now pregnant with twins, I live in constant fear every day.

A few days ago, there was some misconduct in the military district, and I was falsely accused of pushing someone; luckily Yanshen arrived in time, otherwise, I don’t know what I’d have done.

Your advice in the letter, I have taken to heart.

I will behave myself and never cause Yanshen any trouble.

But there’s one thing that makes me uneasy, and I wish to consult you.

Yanshen has been investigating someone named Wang Qiang these days, saying it’s about the past, and I advised him to stop, but he wouldn’t listen.

I’m afraid if he finds something out, it will harm his future.

With your knowledge and experience, could you help persuade him?

Sincerely, Wanyi."

After writing, Lin Wan Yi put down the pen.

She held the letter up to the light, ensuring it was flawless, then folded it and placed it in an envelope.

Gu Yanshen watched her series of actions, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

"Is this... retreating to advance?"

Lin Wan Yi sealed the envelope, looking up at him.

"What she fears most now is that you’re onto Wang Qiang."

"Because Wang Qiang is the informant she planted, he knows all the details of that night."

"I deliberately revealed in the letter that you are investigating him, she is bound to panic."

"Once panicked, she will reveal her flaw."

She paused, her gaze as cold as a blade tempered by ice.

"I want her to personally deliver the evidence to me."

Gu Yanshen looked at his petite wife, who was a head shorter than him.

She stood by the window, her silhouette soft as a flower in the backlight.

Yet the calmness and calculation in those eyes made him realize for the first time—

His little wife was far stronger than he had imagined.

It also made his heart ache for her even more.

He reached out and pulled her into his embrace.

"Wanyi, I’m sorry."

"For letting you bear all this alone."

Lin Wan Yi shook her head in his arms.

"I’m not alone."

"I have you."

She lifted her head to look into his eyes.

"Yanshen, promise me, no matter what you find, stay calm."

"They’ve been setting this up for three years, we can’t ruin it in the last step."

Gu Yanshen took a deep breath.

"Alright."

"I’ll follow your lead."

He lowered his head and planted a kiss on her forehead.

"But remember."

"Whoever she is, if she touches you, she will pay."

Lin Wan Yi smiled.

"I know."

She stepped back from his embrace and handed him an envelope.

"Help me send this letter out."

"As fast as possible."

Gu Yanshen took the envelope, eyeing the words "Zhou Wenxiu, Beijing Chaoyang District" on it.

"I’ll go right now."

Zhou Wenxiu sat at the dressing table, carefully drawing her eyebrows in the mirror.

At over forty, she was well-maintained, looking no more than thirty-five or thirty-six.

The cheongsam accented her slender waist, and her makeup was delicate and appropriate.

"Ma’am, you have a letter."

A servant knocked and entered, handing her a letter.

Zhou Wenxiu accepted and, seeing the sender as "Lin Wan Yi," a faint smile curved her lips.

"This girl knows her place."

She opened the envelope and slowly unfolded the letter paper.

Seeing the opening words "filled with trepidation," her smile deepened.

"At least she has some self-awareness."

She continued reading.

Seeing the line "behave obediently," she nodded with satisfaction.

But when her eyes fell on the line "Yanshen has been investigating Wang Qiang"—

Her smile froze.

Her fingers pinched the edge of the letter, trembling slightly.

"Wang Qiang..."

She suddenly stood up, the hem of the cheongsam sweeping a powder box off the dressing table.

"That fool!"

"Should have dealt with him directly from the start!"

She paced back and forth in the room, all semblance of composure gone.

After a moment, she took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.

She walked to the bedside table and pulled open the bottommost drawer.

From underneath a pile of old belongings, she retrieved a black phone book.

She flipped to a certain page, which had only a string of numbers without a name.

Zhou Wenxiu picked up the phone receiver, dialing with trembling fingers.

"Ring—ring—"

The phone rang three times before it was answered.

"Hello."

The voice on the other end was a man’s, deep and chilling, carrying an air of long-term secrecy.

Zhou Wenxiu lowered her voice.

"It’s me."

"The plan has changed."

"Wang Qiang’s side must be dealt with immediately."

"Leave no trace."

There was a brief silence on the other end.

"What’s happened?"

"That Gu kid is investigating him."

"It’ll be trouble if he finds out."

Zhou Wenxiu’s voice held urgency.

"Act fast, three days, no more than three days!"

The man on the other end chuckled coldly.

"Don’t worry."

"About my work, you’re not worried, are you?"

"Within three days, he’ll vanish from this world."

"The kind where even the body can’t be found."

Zhou Wenxiu breathed a sigh of relief.

"We’ll pay you the usual fee after it’s done."

"I’ll be waiting for your good news."

She hung up the phone, collapsing onto the bedside.

Still clutching Lin Wan Yi’s letter in her hand.

She gazed at the delicate handwriting on the letter paper, her eyes cold.

"Lin Wan Yi, you’d better behave."

"Otherwise..."

Her fingers pressed down on the letter.

"The next to disappear will be you."