Chapter 52 The Conspiracy Between Shirley and Winner


    Joy was afraid of infuriating Henry as the consequences were unimaginable. She had spent many


    years consolidating her position in the Wen family and had finally seeded. But all her efforts would


    not bear fruit as long as Henry felt discontented with her.


    Shirley returned to her room. She was both, afraid and angry. If she had known things would go like


    this at the beginning, she might have stopped Jean from marrying Zed. She had been too naive to think


    that a handsome, wealthy, and extraordinary man like Zed would never fall in love with Jean, a good-


    for-nothing. Shirley did not believe that Zed would get so easily attached in his marriage unless he was


    trapped by Jean.


    The more Shirley thought about the situation, the angrier she became. If Jean had been standing in


    front of her, Shirley would have strangled her.


    It was barely day-break when Jean got out of bed. Sonny had tasked her with taking photos for a


    project. This task wouldst three days. She hadn''t been to work since the incident between Zed and


    Ethan. Regardless, Sonny had asked her to take responsibility for such an important case. This


    naturally made her colleagues feel very dissatisfied. It was unfair that a neer with no experience


    and poor attendance be given such a wonderful opportunity.


    Even Jean thought it was very strange. But considering that she was Sonny''s apprentice and


    technically, not an employee, it could be seen as his efforts to train her.


    Once Jean had started working with Sonny, she had done her best to use the skills and knowledge she


    had learned at college to meet his expectations. Even during her time off, Jean had studied about


    photography. Her grades used to be excellent in college. She was convinced that she was a quick


    learner. But Sonny was one of the best photographers in the country. He had also won many awards


    abroad. Jean made up her mind that she would finish the task handed to her carefully and sessfully.


    She wouldn''t let Sonny down.


    It was eight a.m by the time Jean left home. She reached the bus station and patiently waited for the


    bus to arrive. Last evening, she had checked and re-checked the route she had to take. After much


    thinking, Jean had decided to use the bus instead of calling for a taxi. The location of the photo shoot


    was unfamiliar to her and she was worried that the taxi driver might have trouble finding the location as


    well. Not only would she gette for the shoot, but it would be expensive for her.


    The bus station was very crowded. There were all kinds of people standing and waiting for their buses.


    Jean did not pay much attention to the people around her. As an infrequent traveler, she was more


    concerned about catching the right bus than looking after her belongings. After her bus pulled up, Jean


    climbed in and bought her ticket. Since the bus was crowded, she squeezed in the middle as she


    searched for a ce to sit. She did not expect a pickpocket to be following her. The pickpocket cut


    Jean''s bag carefully and stole her wallet.


    An hourter, many people had gotten off the bus. Jean was then able to find an empty seat. Just as


    she sat down, the phone in her hand began to ring. Jean swiped to unlock the screen. Jean hesitated


    when she saw that Ethan Lei was calling her.


    After a while, Jean finally epted the call.


    "Hey."


    "Jeany, where are you?" Ethan was just leaving Sonny''spany. He had nned to talk to Sonny


    about work and meet Jean. But Sonny said that she had gone to the suburbs to select locations for a


    photo shoot. Since it wasn''t safe, Ethan was a little worried about her.


    "I am on a bus. What''s up?"


    "A bus?" Ethan was in a daze upon hearing Jean''s words. A noise came from the other side of the


    telephone. He frowned as he spoke, "Sonny said that you were going to the suburbs today for an


    assignment. I thought I could drive you there. Why did you take the bus?"


    "No, thank you. I am already on the bus."


    Ethan paused for a while and then said, "Well, call me when you''ve arrived at the photo shoot."


    "Will do, thanks."


    After ending the call, Jean leaned against the window. She felt a bit bitter and sad. Some people''s first


    experience with love is beautiful, and yet there are those whose first experience with love is nothing


    more than a painful memory.


    That''s exactly what Ethan was to Jean. A painful memory. No matter how much time had passed since


    their break-up, every time she thought of what had happened, the depth of her pain was the same as


    though the incident was fresh.


    She would dly forget her experiences with Ethan but no matter how hard she tried, Jean just


    couldn''t.


    After apse of two years, Jean''s memory of Ethan was still fresh as if the things between them had


    happened yesterday. Jean remembered how much she had liked Ethan when they first met. But Ethan,


    like most entitled men, was passing time indulging himself with the women around him. He seemed to


    be a gentleman to others, but he was rather cruel-hearted.


    At least Jean thought so. Ethan had known clearly that she was deeply in love with him and although


    he could not marry her, he had never raised the topic of breaking up.


    When Jean thought of those humble moments in her past, she felt as if needles were pricking her


    heart. And such a feeling made Jean extremely ufortable.


    She took a deep breath. "Forget them! Let those things go with the wind. Jean, look forward!" She


    encouraged herself.


    ...


    Meanwhile, at the Wen house.


    "Remember, when you reach my home, park at an unnoticeable ce. Once you''ve arrived, give me a


    call. Got it?" Winner ended the call and changed to a morefortable position. He had been lying in


    bed and talking on the phone. He felt a crick in his neck.


    "Where do you intend to go?" Winner, who had been ying games on his mobile phone, was startled


    when he heard the question. He had not expected that someone would hear him and discover his


    ns.


    He turned to find that Shirley was standing at the door. She was ring at him with her arms folded


    across her chest. The expression on her face showed that she was unhappy.


    Winner was relieved and gave Shirley a nk look before saying, "Can''t you knock on the door first?


    How did you sneak up on me so quietly? You could have given me a heart attack!"


    "You feel threatened by me because you did something that makes you feel guilty. I have heard


    everything that you said on the phone. Dad just blew up so violently. And mom asked us to stay at


    home and figure out a solution. How dare you try to go out? Are you crazy?"


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    "You are crazy!" Winner climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. He was sure his hair was a


    mess and he needed to settle it before heading out. He didn''t take his parents'' anger toward him


    seriously. He spoke nonchntly, "I don''t understand matters that are rted tows. Besides, the


    trouble was caused by you. My involvement is limited to witnessing your actions instead of stopping


    you. None of this has anything to do with me."


    "Are you really my biological brother?" Shirley did not know why she had such a brother with such a


    heart of stone. If they didn''t find a way to pacify Zed, both of them were at the risk of being imprisoned.


    Even at such a moment, he still pushed all the responsibility on to her.


    Shirley went to the window and looked down. She turned to face Winner and then leaned against the


    wall. "You are going to escape from this window and go out with your toxic friends?"


    "You''d better stop calling my friends toxic!" He walked to the window and pulled the curtains. Then he


    walked to the door and peeked out to be sure that none of their parents were around. He finally turned


    to Shirley and said, "I am warning you. Don''t tell our parents that I am about to leave."


    "You don''t want me to tell our parents? Okay, I will keep your secret as long as you promise me one


    thing. If you are good, I will help you leave home without being discovered." Shirley raised her


    eyebrows and the anger on her face gradually dissipated.


    Winner nced at the clock and looked up before asking, "What do you want from me?"


    "Find a good time to visit Jean and tell her that you hacked her ount and made the Weibo post. And


    then make an apology to her and beg her to let Zed Qi revoke the appeal."


    "You want me to be your scapegoat?" Winner shook his head and sneered. "You just said that we are


    siblings who shared the same mother. Now you are being cruel. You are asking me to take all the


    me! If Jean does not forgive me and Zed does not recall the appeal, I will be sued by them. More


    seriously, I may be the one going to jail. I''m studying to take over father''s business. I can''t take this


    risk."


    Winner walked over to the closet and picked out some clothes.


    Shirley seemed to have expected that Winner would refuse her. So she did not be angry. She


    examined her nails and rolled her eyes before looking up. "Do you think that you can get out of this


    trouble even if you refuse my suggestion? My dear brother, siblings are always expected to help each


    other. And what''s more, if ites down to your word against mine, who do you think dad would


    believe?"


    As soon as Shirley''s subtle threat registered, Winner stopped changing his clothes. What Shirley had


    said was reasonable. He really couldn''t get away unscathed. But he just kept doubting that Shirley had


    a proper n.


    "What do you mean?"


    "Does it matter that Zed Qi''swyer sent us the letter? Are you willing to see Jean live a happy life free


    from worries? At the same time, why should we be tolerant about being punished by our parents? Can


    you endure such partiality?"


    "Do you intend to make things worse then?" Winner took off his shirt, picked up another from his bed,


    and put it on. Shirley turned her back and frowned. "You are old enough to feel shame. Can''t you go to


    the bathroom when changing your clothes?"


    Winner did not speak. After changing his clothes, he looked at the clock again. He asked, "Let''s be


    quick about this. I don''t have time. What do you want to do?"


    Winner knew his sister well. She certainly had a devious n in mind. And in this moment, Winner felt


    the same way she did. He was curious and wanted to hear what she had thought of. Winner had been


    in and out of trouble so many times in these past few weeks that he knew their father would not go


    easy on him. Even more worrisome was how far Zed would go. Winner needed to think of alternatives.


    This was as good a time as any to listen to what Shirley had to say.