After Marrying the Top Alpha of a Wealthy Family, I Am Spoiled Rotten Chapter 50

Chapter 50

"Sorry, the number you dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later…"

As soon as Lin Chuanwu dialed, he heard this message.

Usually, when a phone is really off, it beeps several times.

This kind of message means the call was either directly hung up or blocked by the other party.

Wen Yan probably wouldn't block his number, so did he hang up on him?

Lin Chuanwu frowned.

Hung up on his call?

He dialed again, and this time it was hung up even faster than before.

Lin Chuanwu sent him a text message.

1. Asleep?

The chat box showed "The other party is typing…" for a few seconds before disappearing.

This confirmed to Lin Chuanwu that Wen Yan was deliberately hanging up on him.

Lin Chuanwu called Qiu Yi over, "Has he been acting strange lately?"

"The people secretly protecting Mr. Wen reported that he goes to work and leaves on time every day, follows the doctor's advice for prenatal check-ups, and today he even took the initiative to interact with Wang Duozi's wife and attended a party she hosted."

It didn't sound like there was any problem, but Lin Chuanwu's frown deepened.

Cheng Xiangyu, who had been listening from the beginning, lifted his head from the monitor.

"It's just not answering the phone, Mr. Lin, you're being overly anxious."

At this moment, they were in the deep mountains. Recently, Lin Corporation and Cheng's Group were collaborating on a new energy project. The materials needed for this project were being mined in the mountains. To be the first to take the plunge, Lin Chuanwu and Cheng Xiangyu were on-site overseeing the work.

The workers were mining on the front lines, while Cheng Xiangyu and Lin Chuanwu monitored from a temporary office set up in the mountains. The workers had already finished for the day, but they and their assistants were still surveying the terrain.

"We've already found three blasting points," Cheng Xiangyu said to Lin Chuanwu.

Lin Chuanwu walked over and checked, "Let's do a field test tomorrow to ensure everything is foolproof before proceeding."

Cheng Xiangyu nodded, packed up, and left the office, finding Lin Chuanwu standing in front of the tent, lost in thought under the moonlight.

"Still thinking about why Wen Yan isn't answering your calls? Isn't that normal?"

"You think that's normal?" Lin Chuanwu put a cigarette in his mouth.

"Xie Yan hasn't answered my calls for a year now."

Lin Chuanwu gave him a deep look, "And you still think that's normal?"

Cheng Xiangyu: "We see each other every day after work anyway, so what's the difference if he answers or not?"

Lin Chuanwu patted his shoulder, "Here's some advice: keep an eye on Xie Yan and the kids."

"Don't end up with your wife and kids running away, leaving you with nowhere to cry."

After saying this, Lin Chuanwu returned to the tent.

Cheng Xiangyu stubbed out his cigarette, coldly saying, "Why curse me for no reason? Xie Yan has been with me since he was eighteen. Without me, he wouldn't even have money. He can't leave me."

"I should be advising you to keep an eye on your own wife."

The conditions in the mountains were basic, with the office being a temporary setup and sleeping arrangements in tents.

It was almost midnight, and Lin Chuanwu still hadn't slept.

Staring at his phone, Wen Yan still hadn't replied to him.

Lin Chuanwu opened the 24-hour continuous high-definition surveillance in the room.

He focused on the bed, zooming in until he could clearly see Wen Yan's sleeping profile.

Fair and gentle, it seemed like he could smell the fragrance of snow orchids through the screen.

Lin Chuanwu's Adam's apple bobbed.

He had been away for almost a month. Originally, he planned to return next week, but the workload here was more than he expected. It would probably take another three weeks or so before he could go back.

Before meeting Wen Yan, living at home felt like this. After meeting Wen Yan, it warmed up, and now feeling the previous coldness again was unbearable. He didn't know how he endured over twenty years like this.

The next morning, Lin Chuanwu got up, washed, and started working. By lunchtime, Wen Yan still hadn't called him. Lin Chuanwu called, and it was quickly hung up. Then Wen Yan sent a text message.

1. Busy.

Lin Chuanwu's face darkened slightly.

1. I'm injured.

Soon, Wen Yan called.

"Chuanwu, where are you hurt? Is it serious?"

Wen Yan's worried voice came from the other side.

Listening to his voice, Lin Chuanwu's breathing involuntarily became heavier.

"I was lying."

"You're not hurt?"

"Mm."

"That's good, I was really worried."

"If you're so worried about me, why not answer the phone?"

"I was busy."

"Tell the truth."

"Yesterday, I went to see Xie…"

Wen Yan was halfway through when Cheng Xiangyu and his assistant walked over. Not seeing him on the phone, they teased, "Mr. Lin, did you get through?"

Lin Chuanwu frowned, taking his phone outside.

"Who are you working with?"

"Cheng Xiangyu."

Wen Yan didn't say anything more.

"Who did you go see yesterday?"

"No one, I need to work now."

Just as Lin Chuanwu was about to speak, Wen Yan hung up.

Lin Chuanwu felt something was off, staring at his phone for a while before going back to eat.

"Finished your call?" Cheng Xiangyu asked.

"Did Xie Yan go to Wang Duozi's house yesterday?" Lin Chuanwu didn't answer him, instead asking.

"Yesterday? I don't know."

Lin Chuanwu looked at him complexly, "Since you've been here, has Xie Yan ever called you?"

Cheng Xiangyu thought seriously, suddenly unable to laugh.

"…No."

Not only that, but when he said he was going on a business trip, Xie Yan would prepare clothes for him, never asking where he was going, how long he'd be gone, or when he'd be back.

"You better be careful," Lin Chuanwu advised him again.

Once Lin Chuanwu left, Cheng Xiangyu took out his phone and called Xie Yan.

The ringing went on for a long time before the other side picked up, making Cheng Xiangyu feel like the other party didn't want to answer but had to, so they delayed until the last moment.

"Hello, Xie Yan…" Cheng Xiangyu said dryly.

"Dad!" But it was Cheng Xiaoxiao's voice on the other end.

"Xiaoxiao, where's your mom?"

"Mom's next to me, mom's not next to me… mom's outside…"

Cheng Xiangyu immediately realized Xie Yan was right next to the child.

"Let your mom take the call."

"Mom, take the call."

"Mom said he's busy, sometimes you can tell Xiaoxiao things."

Cheng Xiangyu suddenly fell silent.

Actually, saying he hadn't called Xie Yan in a year was an exaggeration. He had called, but it was always Cheng Xiaoxiao who answered, and then Xie Yan would have Xiaoxiao relay messages to him.

Xie Yan seemed to be deliberately avoiding communication with him.

When the original return date came, there was still a lot of work, and they had to stay in the mountains for another month or two.

When the notice came, the workers were all dispirited.

Lin Chuanwu wasn't in a good mood either. This project was the most important one for their group this year, crucial for their group's transformation, so he couldn't slack off, which is why he came personally.

Besides that, once this project was completed, Lin Chuanwu would have relatively more free time to spend with Wen Yan.

When under pressure, Lin Chuanwu tended to smoke. After meeting Wen Yan, he gradually quit, now only putting a cigarette with the same scent as Wen Yan in his mouth, not smoking it, just occasionally biting it.

At this moment, he had just finished a meeting about the work plan for the next month, standing at the construction site.

After editing several times, he sent Wen Yan a message about the delay in returning.

Wen Yan didn't reply. Lin Chuanwu bit the cigarette hard, then spat it out, put on a safety helmet, wore protective clothing, and surveyed the terrain with the workers, looking for the next blasting point.

Some of these workers were graduate students in geological engineering, while others were ordinary workers, most of whom had families. Knowing they had to delay going back to see their wives and kids, they were a bit downcast, so Lin Chuanwu had Qiu Yi boost their morale.

Cheng Xiangyu, wearing an orange safety helmet, walked up to Lin Chuanwu, "Delaying going home, how did your wife react?"

"What about Xie Yan?" Lin Chuanwu countered.

Lin Chuanwu and Cheng Xiangyu weren't very familiar. This collaboration was because he had the mining license and held the core technology, and his attitude towards cooperation was sincere.

When working with others, Lin Chuanwu didn't care about their personal affairs, only requiring them to be meticulous and serious in their work.

Now showing concern, Lin Chuanwu guessed that his marriage was probably on the verge of breaking down.

As expected, when asked, Cheng Xiangyu's face didn't look good.

"Just replied with an 'mm'."

It seemed that after having a comparison group, Cheng Xiangyu realized the issues between him and Xie Yan.

He didn't even know when he and Xie Yan became so distant.

Three years ago, they were still hugging and kissing in bed.

The mountain had already been hollowed out, and they had to continue digging inside to extract resources.

Once inside, there was no signal on the phone. Lin Chuanwu glanced at his phone, and Wen Yan finally replied.

1. Mm, I know.

No emotion was conveyed through the text.

"Mr. Lin, it's time to go in," Qiu Yi said, shining a light deeper inside.

Lin Chuanwu turned off his phone.

He estimated that if he didn't go back soon, his marriage with Wen Yan would also be on the verge of breaking down.

*

Another two weeks passed, and the living conditions became even harsher. Lin Chuanwu hadn't shaved in a long time and had to run far to fetch water for bathing.

Every day was exhausting, but the more tired he was, the more he craved Wen Yan, holding Wen Yan's underwear to his nose, moving up and down.

The underwear, originally scented with Wen Yan's fragrance, was sniffed away and worn out.

Finally, when it was almost time to go back, another issue arose, delaying it by another two weeks.

The workers, who were energetic when they arrived, were now almost like wild men.

To keep everyone steady, Lin Chuanwu started spending less time in the office, working alongside them.

Unexpectedly, there was a slight oversight in the office monitoring, causing the blasting position to shift slightly. When the workers placed the explosives, the rock that was supposed to collapse forward fell towards them instead.

Startled, Lin Chuanwu quickly told everyone to escape.

Fortunately, everyone had practiced for such accidents and was alert.

However, just as they were about to run out, a rock rolled down from the mountain wall, about to hit a worker who hadn't noticed.

Lin Chuanwu swiftly grabbed his arm, pushing him forcefully towards the exit, following closely behind, but a step too late, as the rock came crashing down on him…

*

"Chuanwu!"

In the middle of the night, Wen Yan suddenly woke up, his chest heaving violently.

It took a while for his heartbeat to return to normal.

Then he recalled the terrifying scene in his dream, the mountain collapsing, and Lin Chuanwu being buried.

He felt inexplicably uneasy, tossing and turning, finally sitting up to call Lin Chuanwu.

It took three tries before it was answered.

"Where's Chuanwu?"

"Mr. Lin, he's handling work right now."

"Is he okay?" Wen Yan asked worriedly.

Qiu Yi was silent for a moment, "Mr. Lin is fine."

"Can you have him call me when he's done working?"

"Okay."

After hanging up, Wen Yan realized it was two in the morning. Why was he working so late?

Wen Yan waited until the next morning but still didn't receive a call back from Lin Chuanwu. When he called again, it was still Qiu Yi who answered.

"Mr. Lin had a meeting all night and is now exhausted and asleep."

Qiu Yi's words were watertight, but Wen Yan still felt uneasy.

He barely managed to pull himself together for work the next day.

After work, Grandpa Lin suddenly came over.

"Xiao Yan, Grandpa brought you some specialties from a comrade's family."

The living room was filled with gift boxes.

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me. You look thinner," Grandpa Lin sighed.

"Grandpa, has Chuanwu called you recently?"

Grandpa Lin's expression became unnatural, "Oh, he called me yesterday. He seemed fine."

"Really?" Wen Yan still felt uneasy hearing this.

"Don't worry, you have your baby to think about."

"Mm, I know." Wen Yan forced a smile.

That night, Wen Yan had another nightmare, dreaming of Lin Chuanwu being crushed into a bloody mess by rocks.

Wen Yan woke up, drenched in cold sweat.

Why was he having these nightmares so frequently?

Was something wrong with Chuanwu?

The next morning, Wen Yan called Lin Chuanwu again. Hearing Qiu Yi's voice once more, Wen Yan lowered his voice, "Let Chuanwu take the call."

Qiu Yi was silent for a while, "Please hold on."

"Hello." A hoarse voice.

It was Chuanwu's voice.

"Chuanwu, are you okay?"

"…Mm."

"I have to go to a meeting, cough… I'll call you back when I'm done."

After hanging up, Wen Yan frowned.

Why did he sound so exhausted?

Feeling uneasy, Wen Yan went through a few more days. Zhu Ju invited Wen Yan to her house again, and seeing that Xie Yan was also going, Wen Yan agreed.

Xie Yan brought both kids, holding one by the hand and carrying the other.

Xie Yan said to Wen Yan, "I've already found a lawyer and drafted the divorce agreement."

"The lawyer said there's a high chance I'll get custody of the kids."

"Well, I hope you have a happier life in the future."

"Thank you." Xie Yan smiled, then looked slightly lost, "People are really strange. Now that I'm planning to divorce him, he's started calling and texting me frequently."

"Saying all sorts of strange things, I don't know what he's trying to do."

Wen Yan said, "People are like that, only realizing what they have when it's gone."

"By the way, how's your husband doing?"

Wen Yan paused, then looked at him, "Why do you ask?"

"Don't you know? Lin Chuanwu got injured saving a worker."

"Injured?" Wen Yan's heart sank.

Xie Yan supported him, "You didn't know? Didn't he tell you? Cheng Xiangyu told me."

Wen Yan pushed his hand away, his face pale, not saying a word, and hurriedly left.