Mommy Stuns The World After Her Divorce

And today, Wen Jin had already been informed that Wen Ye had returned to his apartment.

However, this IP address still appeared to be linked to the temporary apartment.

What was most important was that this IP address was not the final, conclusive result. This indicated that the person suspected to be Wen Zhanyan, the streamer, was not with Wen Ye.

Wen Jin, with a calm expression, continued to track the person, taking advantage of his speed. He seized the initiative and ultimately locked onto the other party’s IP address.

This address moved from the apartment to overseas and even to Wen Zhanyan’s IP. But the final result of the location caused Wen Jin to furrow his brow, and the enigmatic expression in his eyes became increasingly apparent.

The final address led to Yu Anwan’s villa.

Wen Jin’s hands paused, and in his deep eyes, he appeared lost in thought. His gaze remained calm as he stared at the computer screen without blinking.

A figure flashed across Wen Jin’s mind.

The young boy who had appeared at Yu Anwan’s villa.

According to Xu Xiaoche’s investigation, he was a child from the Shen family with a close relationship with Yu Anwan.

However, Wen Jin’s intuition contradicted this assumption.

He believed that this boy was connected to Yu Anwan.

Wen Jin maintained his composure, but he was certain that Wen Ye must know part of the truth. Otherwise, why would Wen Ye be associated with this person?

Wen Jin was familiar with Wen Ye. Although Wen Ye appeared easy to get along with, he was still a member of the Wen family, and their vigilance remained intact. If Wen Ye didn’t have absolute confidence, he wouldn’t willingly approach such a situation.

What seemed like being easy to get along with was merely surface-level social interaction.

Wen Ye’s apparent lack of intelligence was a protective facade, but it didn’t mean he was truly unintelligent.

While Wen Jin contemplated, his phone suddenly vibrated. He glanced at the caller ID and promptly answered, “It’s me.”

“No need for words. Of course, I know it’s you,” Xu Xiaoche’s voice came, lacking warmth.

Wen Jin paid no mind and asked, “How is it?”

“You’ve had me do so many things. Which one do you want to hear about?” Xu

Xiaoche retorted in an annoyed tone.

“All of them,” Wen Jin replied calmly.

Xu Xiaoche had long grown accustomed to Wen Jin’s detached demeanor, so he didn’t bother arguing with him.

“I’ve received Yu Xiaobao’s hair strands. They’re now in the identification process, all done within the laboratory, with no internet connection. I’ve personally arranged for everyone involved, so there shouldn’t be any mistakes this time,” Xu Xiaoche reported quickly.

Wen Jin simply acknowledged with a grunt and continued listening.

“In addition, that Shen family child you’re looking for is rather peculiar. There are no clues whatsoever. Either the Shen family is guarding this child exceptionally well, or the child might not even exist,” Xu Xiaoche offered his assessment.

In Xu Xiaoche’s view, there were no true secrets in the world. Anything hidden, no matter how concealed, could be uncovered if one desired it.

It was a bit exaggerated.

This Shen family child seemed to be as elusive as a ghost.

Moreover, Xu Xiaoche had discreetly inquired with various people in the Shen family, and nearly all of them appeared to be in the dark regarding this child.

Wen Jin listened silently to Xu Xiaoche’s report, showing little reaction. It was unclear whether he was lost in thought or engaged in some other contemplation.

He had already risen from his seat and walked over to the French window. Gazing at the tranquil moonlight beyond, his eyes, lowered in deep contemplation, exuded an increasing sense of calm.

“I understand,” Wen Jin said indifferently.

Xu Xiaoche said, “But when I was investigating this matter, I found an extremely blurry photo. It seemed to have been taken in a hurry, but it shouldn’t be of much use. I can’t see the face.’

“Send it over,” Wen Jin responded directly.

Xu Xiaoche sent the photo, and Wen Jin opened it. Just as Xu Xiaoche had described, the photo was so blurry that no details could be discerned. However, that small figure still struck Wen Jin as remarkably familiar.

It resembled Wen Zhanyan too much.

With this thought in mind, Wen Jin asked, “Don’t you think he looks a lot like Zhanyan?”

Xu Xiaoche, being Wen Jin’s childhood friend and having met Wen Zhanyan before, nodded in agreement. Wen Zhanyan had always treated Xu Xiaoche well.

Given their familiarity with Wen Zhanyan, Wen Jin’s comment prompted Xu Xiaoche to narrow his eyes and examine the photo more closely.

“If you hadn’t mentioned it, I might not have noticed, but now that you’ve said it, it does resemble Zhanyan.” Xu Xiaoche acknowledged. Then, he seemed to realize something. “If that’s the case…”

“Yes,” Wen Jin replied calmly.

Xu Xiaoche fell into silence. After a while, he sighed and refrained from speaking further.

If this was indeed the case, then what happened back was too astonishing. It was not a simple case of twins but triplets.

Xu Xiaoche found all of this utterly unbelievable.

“Isn’t this too unbelievable?” Xu Xiaoche couldn’t help but ask Wen Jin.

Wen Jin remained silent, his grip on the armrest tightening, and his gaze became somewhat darker as he continued to stare out of the window without uttering another word.

Not only did Xu Xiaoche find it unbelievable, but Wen Jin himself also found it incredibly astonishing.

The two of them didn’t speak again until Xu Xiaoche finally broke the silence, saying, “If that’s the case…”

“She can only stay by my side,” Wen Jin stated bluntly, his demeanor growing increasingly somber.

Xu Xiaoche sighed and refrained from further comments. Following their conversation, the two of them ended the call.

From Xu Xiaoche’s perspective, this situation appeared to be growing increasingly complex.

After hanging up his call with Xu Xiaoche, Wen Jin maintained the same posture. There was a depth of meaning hidden in his gaze, which remained focused on the scenery outside the window.

Then, without delay, Wen Jin picked up the phone and issued a decisive command, “Take Second Young Master to the villa in the suburbs.” “President Wen?” Shen Bin was momentarily taken aback.

“Torture him.” Wen Jin repeated his order, word by word, “I will personally go there the day after tomorrow.”

Shen Bin struggled to regain his composure. He couldn’t fathom how the Second Young Master of the Wen family had once again provoked Wen Jin to the point where such a ruthless method as “torture him” was employed.

At first glance, this method appeared gentle, even going as far as arranging people to chat and play cards. Initially, it excited everyone. However, as fatigue set in, the individuals responsible would take turns, ensuring no sleep for the subject.

It involved no physical abuse but was a form of intense mental torture, pushing victims to the point where they couldn’t utter a word and begged for mercy on the spot..