Delicate Beauty in the Palm : Chapter 62 - I Listen to Everything You Say, So You Have to Treat Me Well
Chapter 62: I Listen to Everything You Say, So You Have to Treat Me Well
Chen Die immediately stopped her hand, gently touched his back, and complained, “I knew it must hurt. I asked you so many times, and you kept saying it didn’t.”
Wen Liang gave a low grunt.
“......”
This guy is really getting better and better at acting spoiled.
“I’ll go put some medicine on it for you, okay?” Chen Die took out a bag she had used for a while from the cabinet.
Back when her leg was injured, Fang Ruan had stuffed it full of various ointments.
Chen Die read the labels, picked out a soothing pain relief cream, went back to the bed, and patted Wen Liang’s back: “Lie on your stomach.”
Wen Liang obediently lay down. Chen Die tugged down the collar of his bathrobe, revealing the large, bluish-purple bruise. Frowning, she carefully applied the cream to it.
Halfway through, Ye Chuqing called to check on her.
“I’m fine now, don’t worry,” Chen Die said.
“Take a few days off and rest. I told my mom about what happened. The rest of the crew just thinks you suddenly got sick, so don’t worry.”
Chen Die thanked her and hung up. She finished applying the ointment and turned off the lights.
“Sleep on your stomach tonight. Otherwise, the ointment will rub off on the sheets and be wasted,” Chen Die said.
Wen Liang crossed his arms and buried his head in them. After a while, he said, “Good thing it’s just my back that’s injured.”
“Huh?”
“If it were my waist, it’d be a problem. Then Lingling would have to be on top,” Wen Liang said, pulling her into his arms. “And with how shy you are, I bet you wouldn’t agree.”
“......”
Turns out, she wasn’t used to Wen Liang being so subdued earlier, but now that he’d returned to his shameless self, she still couldn’t handle his dirty talk.
Chen Die punched him: “Can you keep your thoughts clean for once? Even now, you’re still thinking about that stuff.”
Wen Liang chuckled hoarsely and said no more.
The room fell quiet for a moment.
Chen Die leaned closer, pried open his arms, squeezed her head into the crook, and poked his face with her finger, softly asking, “Did you cry earlier?”
Wen Liang caught her finger and pulled it under the covers without a word.
“Were you scared to death when you got that call today?”
Wen Liang pressed his face to hers. His stubble had grown in and pricked her sensitive skin, but he was so possessive—when she tried to pull away, he tugged her right back.
Wen Liang said quietly, “Yeah. I didn’t think things through. You got hurt because of me.”
“I didn’t get hurt. You’re the one who did,” Chen Die reminded him. “And it wasn’t all because of you either—there was Chen Shuyuan, too.”
“They locked you up all alone.” He stroked her face and sighed. “You used to cry even over a few stitches. I made you afraid.”
Chen Die thought to herself that, between stitches and being kidnapped, honestly, the stitches were scarier.
She kissed his cheek and whispered, “I wasn’t scared.”
Of course, she had been scared.
But only a little. Because deep down, she knew Wen Liang would come.
“I’ll never let something like this happen to you again,” he promised. “Give me one more chance.”
Chen Die was stunned.
“I’ve always thought meeting you was the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to me,” she said after a pause. “If I hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t be who I am now. And…I really like who I am now.”
He smiled, “I like you, too.”
Chen Die corrected him, “No, you love me. You admitted it earlier—said you love me so much.”
There was an unmistakable joy in her voice that she couldn’t hide. Wen Liang gave a soft snort, not understanding how she could be this happy.
The next day, the police contacted Chen Die again to take another statement.
Wen Liang put all his work on hold and accompanied her to the hospital first to make sure the sedatives had no lingering effects, then took her to the station.
As soon as they walked in, they saw Lin Quan and Chen Ke.
It was unclear if they had just arrived that morning or had stayed there all night. Chen Ke still looked presentable, but Lin Quan’s eyes were bloodshot and swollen from crying.
Chen Die glanced at them, and before she could look away, Wen Liang stepped in front of her.
She looked up at him.
“Just tell the truth. If you can’t remember something, don’t say it. If you get tired or feel unwell, just pause—don’t worry,” Wen Liang said seriously.
Chen Die nodded and followed the female officer into the room.
Maybe it was Wen Liang’s serious demeanor, or maybe it was because she was a young woman and a public figure, but the police were extra gentle and slow with their questioning, trying to comfort her throughout.
Chen Die recounted everything that had happened yesterday in detail, from beginning to end.
After a day of rest, her thoughts were clear and organized.
Chen Shao arrived at the station a while after Chen Die had gone into the interview room.
Because of what had happened yesterday, he and Wen Liang had temporarily called a truce. Upon entering the station, he walked straight over to him and asked, “How’s it going?”
Wen Liang nodded toward the interview room — it had a glass window, and Chen Die was visible inside, sitting down.
Chen Shao ignored the presence of Chen Ke and Lin Quan and asked directly, “Got enough evidence? Can you arrest them?”
“Chen Shuyuan’s biological parents are already in custody. There’s solid evidence of their involvement in the kidnapping, and they’ve named Chen Shuyuan as the one who ordered it. There’s also proof of money transfers. Her phone was wiped, but the data from her parents’ side has been recovered. That’s enough for prosecution. Only Fu Wanmei is denying any involvement.”
Chen Shao frowned. “But Chen Die saw her, didn’t she?”
“Chen Die was drugged. Her testimony needs to be reconsidered. Plus, Fu Wanmei carefully covered her tracks in other parts of the evidence chain.”
But it wasn’t a huge issue.
Kidnapping is a major case, and a victim’s testimony still carries significant weight.
Chen Shao sneered. “She might be able to squirm around for a while longer, but she’s not getting out of this that easily. You think you can commit kidnapping and walk away clean?”
Wen Liang turned his head to glance at him. “This needs to be kept quiet. Even though there are no photos, once word gets out, all kinds of rumors will start.”
Chen Shao understood the power of rumors even better than Wen Liang did.
In the entertainment industry, countless people had been forced into hiding by baseless gossip. Victims had been painted as perpetrators more than once.
Wen Liang said, “I’ve already taken care of the media. Right now, it’s the business circle we need to manage. No need to let everyone know about your Chen family’s mess.”
“?”
Chen Shao actually laughed in disbelief — all this effort, and he’s still the one getting yelled at.
Chen Die finished giving her statement and pushed open the door.
Wen Liang walked up and ruffled her hair, his voice softening unconsciously: “Tired?”
Chen Die shook her head.
Wen Liang had connections with the station’s director. This case involved not only the kidnapping but was also now linked to an earlier extortion case involving over a million yuan.
“Director Song, let me meet with Fu Wanmei one-on-one,” Wen Liang said.
Director Song, nearly 50 years old, had met Wen Liang a few years back during training sessions for new recruits in the military. He’d probably scolded him a hundred times back then.
He raised a hand and pointed at Wen Liang: “You can see her, but be careful. Everything’s under surveillance.”
Because of what happened yesterday, Wen Liang didn’t want Chen Die out of his sight. He was about to take her with him when Chen Shao stopped him.
Chen Shao looked at him like he was an idiot. “What are you thinking? Letting her go see what kind of state Fu Wanmei’s in now?”
Wen Liang paused and, for once, didn’t argue. He blocked Chen Die’s path. “I’ll be right back.”
Then he said to Chen Shao, “Take care of her for me.”
Chen Shao scoffed in pure disdain. “What makes you think you have the right to ask me to ‘take care’ of her?”
He heavily emphasized “take care.”
Chen Die: “......”
She was exhausted.
How do these two always end up bickering the moment they see each other?
But she didn’t hesitate one bit. She immediately switched sides and held up her hand in front of Chen Shao, showing off her giant engagement ring.
Wen Liang let out a soft laugh, looking completely at ease, and turned to enter the holding room.
Chen Shao was furious, his liver practically aching. He stared at the ring in shock. “Are you insane? This whole mess isn’t even over yet, and you’re already agreeing to marry him?”
“…,” Chen Die rolled her eyes. “Who said anything about marriage? It’s just a regular ring, okay? Ever heard of jewelry?”
Chen Shao snapped back, “Then why wear it on your ring finger?”
“Why do you care where I wear it?”
“Take it off! Don’t you know how to be a little reserved? You’re such a love-struck idiot!” While yelling, Chen Shao reached to take off the ring himself.
Chen Die was so scared he’d break it that she didn’t even dare struggle, watching helplessly as Chen Shao pulled the ring off her ring finger and jammed it onto her index finger.
“???”
Who wears a ring on their index finger?!
“That’s what I call jewelry,” Chen Shao said. “And think about your contract. If you get married without the company’s approval, I’ll sue you for breach.”
“......”
Meanwhile, Wen Liang entered the room, where Fu Wanmei sat, hands cuffed, glaring coldly at him.
Wen Liang showed no expression as he pulled out a chair and sat down across from Fu Wanmei. Then he took out his phone, opened a video, and placed it in front of her.
It was a surveillance clip showing Wen Qian — his face and hands smeared with blood, lying in the middle of the scene, shouting something unintelligible. A crowd of people surrounded him.
The video ended abruptly. Wen Liang calmly put the phone back into his pocket.
Fu Wanmei was clearly not as composed as before. “What did you do to Wen Qian?!”
“Exactly what you saw in the video.” Wen Liang smiled slightly, but the chill in that smile was spine-tingling. “He’s still alive — for now. But if you don’t confess, I can’t make any promises.”
Fu Wanmei narrowed her eyes. “Wen Liang, are you threatening me in a police station?”
Chapter Wen Liang sat up straight, resting his elbows on the table and leaning forward with a soft smile. “Why don’t you find out whether I have that power?”
Director Song, who had been watching the entire scene through the monitors, instantly regretted allowing Wen Liang to go in.
The moment Wen Liang came out, Director Song stormed over. “What the hell was that video about?!”
“It’s nothing,” Wen Liang said casually. “Wen Qian was just attending some event abroad. It was all in fun. That wasn’t blood. I just made use of it.”
As soon as he finished speaking, another officer called out, “The suspect confessed!”
Director Song pointed at him. “That was coercion through deception!”
Wen Liang had obtained that video the day before. He had plenty of shady business contacts. Once he found out which country Wen Qian was in, he asked some people there to investigate.
In reality, the video really was just some rough play between friends — but the real danger had been off-screen.
Wen Liang had been fully prepared to take action against Wen Qian if necessary.
He didn’t say anything more and went to find Chen Die.
“How did it go?” Chen Die stepped forward as soon as she saw him come out.
Wen Liang took her hand. “It’s done. Let’s go home.”
Lin Quan had disappeared somewhere. Chen Ke walked over and suddenly called out, “Chen Die.”
She stopped and turned back, calmly looking at the man who was her biological father.
Chen Ke said, “I didn’t expect things to turn out like this. We would never cover for her in something this serious just because we raised her. We couldn’t have imagined she’d turn out this way. I won’t ask for your forgiveness, but your grandfather fell ill and was hospitalized over this. If you have time, I hope you’ll visit him.”
Chen Die didn’t agree or refuse — she just said, “Got it.”
Once they stepped out of the police station, she turned to Chen Shao and asked, “What’s wrong with him?”
“Who?”
“Your grandfather.”
“Same old problem. High blood pressure. It flared up the last time you were brought back to the Wen family by that person.” Chen Shao shot a glance at Wen Liang, hinting, “And now, this time, the fake granddaughter almost killed the real one.”
“......”
“Go if you want. Don’t feel like you have to play saint,” Chen Shao said, hands in his pockets. “It’s the Chen family that owes you, not the other way around.”
Back at the villa in the western suburbs, they had dinner.
Wen Liang received a call — it was from the friend who was still keeping an eye on Wen Qian overseas.
Chen Die’s hands had been lightly scraped from being tied up with rough ropes in that old warehouse yesterday. They didn’t look as pretty as before.
She pulled a pair of moisturizing hand masks from the fridge, slipped them on like pink gloves, and sat next to Wen Liang as he took the call.
“No need. Don’t block the news either,” Wen Liang leaned back in his chair and suddenly chuckled. “Whatever he wants to do, let him. He and Fu Wanmei can rot in prison together.”
Chen Die blinked in surprise. When he hung up, she asked, “Who were you talking about?”
“Wen Qian.”
“…He’s in your hands right now?”
“You could say that,” Wen Liang admitted without hesitation.
“You’re not thinking of getting revenge on Fu Wanmei, are you?” Chen Die widened her eyes.
Wen Liang grabbed her hand but paused when he noticed the ring on her index finger. He frowned. “Why are you wearing it here?”
“…Chen Shao did that.”
Wen Liang gave a dismissive scoff and slid the ring back onto her ring finger.
Chen Die kicked him lightly on the leg. “I’m asking you a question.”
“I thought about it yesterday,” Wen Liang said, gently caressing her ring finger. “But not anymore.”
Chen Die still didn’t feel at ease. “You need to follow the law, okay? Don’t turn into another Fu Wanmei. Otherwise, I’ll…”
She trailed off, struggling to think of a threat. Wen Liang raised an eyebrow. “You’ll what?”
“I’ll never be nice to you again,” Chen Die said.
Wen Liang laughed, pulled her closer by the neck, and kissed her. “I’ll do whatever you say — but you have to be nice to me.”
From that point on, Chen Die didn’t need to worry about anything. Wen Liang was genuinely afraid she’d develop psychological trauma from what happened, so he shut down every channel that might give her information about the follow-up.
Even when she tried to ask Zhu Qicong, he just deflected and didn’t dare tell her anything.
Wen Liang had already used a few methods to transfer company shares before Fu Wanmei confessed to her crimes.
Of course, all the assets obtained illegally would eventually be deemed invalid, and the shares would be returned to Wen Liang in full. However, since the extortion of a large amount had already been established as fact, the sentencing would be significantly harsher.
As for Chen Shuyuan, she was dragged into the police station by Chen Shao on the day of her own birthday party. Many of the younger members of the Chen family were present that day, so it was impossible to keep everything under wraps. Now, the entire socialite circle was buzzing with gossip about it. Fortunately, Chen Shao had done a good job blocking any connection between this incident and Chen Die. Even if some suspected something, there was no evidence.
The Chen family would never recognize her again, regardless of Lin Quan’s personal thoughts. Old Master Chen had enough backbone, even after all these years.
If the sentence was severe, Fu Wanmei might really spend the rest of her life in prison. And even if Chen Shuyuan were released after a decade or more, her life might be worse than death.
Besides, in a place like prison, two women who had lived their whole lives in luxury might not even survive their sentences.
Chen Die rested at home for two days, but couldn’t sit still and wanted to return to the film set.
Wen Liang had recently been terrifyingly obedient to her. Even if he didn’t like it, he still complied and took her to the set without complaint.
“Wait in the car for a bit,” Chen Die said. “I’ll just talk to the director and be right back.”
With that, she got out of the car.
As she walked onto the set, Huang Sheng had just called “cut” and was scolding two actors. The atmosphere was tense. Then someone suddenly shouted, “Chen Die!”
Everyone turned to look.
Huang Sheng quickly got up and walked over to her. “How are you? Everything okay?”
“I’m fine. It’s all been taken care of.”
Most of the crew didn’t know what had really happened and just assumed she had suddenly fallen ill. Neither of them explained further. Huang Sheng patted her shoulder. “Why are you back so soon? Yuqing said it was pretty serious. You didn’t have to rush back if you weren’t feeling well.”
“It wasn’t anything major. No injuries, so it won’t affect filming.”
“I’ve already finalized today’s shoot. How about this — we’ll reschedule your scenes. Go back and rest today, look over your script. No need to stay in the studio breathing dust.”
“Alright.”
After saying goodbye to Huang Sheng and a few cast members, Chen Die left and returned to the hotel with Wen Liang.
Her script was still at the hotel.
As soon as they walked in, the front desk attendant rushed over and handed her a box and a card. “Someone left this for you a few days ago and asked us to give it to you.”
Chen Die paused, then accepted it. “Thanks.”
“Who gave it to you?” Wen Liang asked.
“I don’t know either.” As they walked into the elevator, Chen Die opened the box — inside was a car key.
Wen Liang raised an eyebrow.
Chen Die then opened the card. It was in Old Master Chen’s handwriting — a birthday greeting and some heartfelt blessings.
After reading it, she felt a surge of mixed emotions.
She followed Wen Liang upstairs and into the room. They didn’t call for room service, so the room looked just as it had before. Chen Die retrieved her script from the bedroom and tried to read it in the living room, but couldn’t concentrate.
She picked up the card from Old Master Chen and read it over again, more carefully this time.
She hesitated.
“Wen Liang.”
“Hmm?”
“I’m thinking… should I go visit him in the hospital?” Chen Die curled up on the couch. “He’s so old, and he has high blood pressure from all this. Also… I should probably return the car, right? It doesn’t feel right to just keep it.”
Wen Liang poured her a glass of water, then walked over and ruffled her hair. “Up to you. Whatever you decide.”
Chen Die hesitated a few more seconds, then finally said, “I’ll go, then.”
“Later. Let’s have lunch here at the hotel first, then I’ll go with you.”
Chen Die raised her eyebrows. “You’re coming too?”
Lately, Wen Liang had been sticking to her like glue. No matter where she went, he tagged along — even when she went upstairs at the villa to grab something, he insisted on going with her.
The kidnapping hadn’t left a trauma on Chen Die— but it clearly had on Wen Liang.
“Don’t you need to go to the office? Don’t let Fu Wanmei fail to steal your shares only for you to crash the company yourself.” Chen Die paused, then remembered something and asked, “That day… were you really planning to transfer the shares to her? Or was it all part of a bigger plan?”
Wen Liang replied calmly, “The transfer contract was already signed.”
He wouldn’t dare gamble with anything related to Chen Die.
“If you’d been even a little later that day, Wenyuan would’ve already been in Fu Wanmei’s hands, wouldn’t she?” Chen Die blinked. “We’d be in a pretty bad place now.”
Wen Liang raised his brow and glanced sideways at her, then suddenly let out an arrogant snort. “With me around, you think I’d ever let you starve?”
Chen Die looked at him for a while.
She had to admit — this version of Wen Liang was really kind of irresistible.
After having lunch at the hotel, they headed to the hospital to visit Old Master Chen.
Chen Die wore a mask and cap as she entered the hospital. To avoid attention, she didn’t walk side by side with Wen Liang, but instead kept a few steps behind.
They took the elevator upstairs.
The hallway leading to the VIP patient rooms was quiet, with very few people around.
Following the room number Chen Shao had sent her, Chen Die walked over and pushed open the door—only to stop in her tracks.
The room was full of people—some she recognized, some she didn’t—all gathered around Old Master Chen’s hospital bed.
Soon, Wen Liang arrived and stood behind her.
Chen Die: “…”
Well, this was definitely awkward.
The air seemed to freeze.
Thankfully, Old Master Chen reacted quickly, waved Chen Die in, and told the others to leave first.
Soon, only the three of them were left in the room.
Old Master Chen sat up straighter and motioned for Chen Die to sit. “What brings you here all of a sudden?”
“I’m about to rejoin the crew, and I heard earlier that you were in the hospital. I wanted to come visit today,” Chen Die said. “How are you feeling now?”
“Pretty stable. I should be discharged in a few days. What about you? Are you alright?” Old Master Chen frowned, glancing at Wen Liang beside her. “I tried to have someone check on you these past few days, but I was blocked.”
The implication was obvious.
Chen Die also turned and glanced at Wen Liang. He stood there calmly, like a stone guardian statue.
It was understandable that Wen Liang had kept the Chen family away. After the police statement was made, he’d done everything he could to prevent Chen Die from being exposed to any more of the situation.
“I’m fine.”
“Good, good.”
Old Master Chen held her hand tightly, his brows furrowed as he sighed heavily.
Even though he had long understood Chen Shuyuan’s personality, as her grandfather, blood ties and guilt had always made him lean more toward Chen Die.
But that didn’t mean he could accept the fact that Chen Shuyuan had done something so extreme—enough to be charged with kidnapping and sent to prison. She had lived under the Chen roof for so many years, after all.
“I owe you,” Old Master Chen said. “If I had handled things properly back then, we wouldn’t be where we are now. And you wouldn’t have had to suffer all these years.”
“I never felt like I was suffering,” Chen Die said. After a moment’s pause, she took the car key from her pocket. “I just got this gift today. Thank you for remembering my birthday—but I can’t accept it.”
As she spoke, she placed the car key on the nightstand and gently pushed it toward him with her fingers.
Old Master Chen turned his head and stared at the key in a daze.
He didn’t try to convince her to take it back.
If Chen Shuyuan clung to the Chen family’s name for her sense of pride, then Chen Die’s pride came from deep within. Even if she had nothing, the light she carried was blinding.
“I know. A gift like this might make some young people happy, but not you.”
“There are some things—things you once wanted but never got—and now, you’re capable of getting them yourself. The regrets and wounds from the past… they can never be made up for.”
He still remembered, years ago, when both Chen Ke and Lin Quan were too busy to attend Chen Shuyuan’s parent-teacher meeting, so he had gone as the grandfather.
The classroom was set up for the meeting. Chen Die, who was class activities rep at the time, was decorating the bulletin board. On the blackboard, she was writing “Welcome, Parents” in colorful chalk.
Outside, leaning on the corridor window, were a few girls from another class who shouted, “Hu Die, hurry up! Let’s go to the dance studio!”
Chen Die answered cheerfully, finished the last character, then stepped back and examined her work carefully. Only when she was sure there were no mistakes did she dust off her hands and walk out.
She bumped into her homeroom teacher at the door.
“Chen Die, are your parents coming to the meeting this semester?” the teacher asked.
“They’re not.” Chen Die smiled calmly and added apologetically, “They can’t make it. You can talk to me directly about anything school-related.”
“Well, it’s your final year. Parents really should care more about grades.”
Thankfully, the teacher liked Chen Die and didn’t push further—just reminded her to improve her academic performance if she wanted to get into her dream school.
“I understand. Thank you, teacher.”
With that, Chen Die ran off to catch up with the girls from earlier.
“Took you long enough,” one of them grumbled. “Why’d they leave the whole board to you?”
Chen Die smiled patiently. “It was just a few words. Didn’t take long. I just need to wash my hands first.”
As she walked ahead, her eyes suddenly noticed someone standing at the back door of the classroom—it was Old Master Chen.
Her steps paused for just a moment. She gave him a slight nod in greeting, then smiled and walked off with her friends.
Her high ponytail bounced behind her, swaying joyfully through the sunlight.
That day, the classroom was full of parents. Some students had both parents there.
Only Chen Die’s seat was empty. When report cards were handed out, no one was there to look at hers.
Back in the present, Old Master Chen slowly propped himself up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed.
He sat on the edge, then bent his back low—slowly, painfully—into a deep bow toward Chen Die.
In the hospital room, with the evening sun slanting in through the window, the golden light fell across the white bedsheets—and across Old Master Chen’s bowed back.
Chen Die knew that at that moment, she should’ve rushed to support him—but it was like her feet were rooted to the ground. She stood still and received the deep bow he gave her.
The bow lasted for several minutes.
In those few minutes, they exchanged no words—yet it felt like they had said everything.
Chen Die suddenly understood that not everything in life needs a clear answer. And long ago, she had already stopped being bound by needing one.
She didn’t know if she could say she had forgiven him. But she had, undoubtedly, let it go
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