Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space Chapter 1099: Lost in the Thick of Things

Xinyan never anticipated an incident like this; she'd long seen Jiang Peiqin's profound care for Ling Wenhao.

Given this unfolding drama, no surprise she's so distressed: "Peiqin, it might not be as dire as you imagine; judging folks solely by looks isn't wise.

Investigate properly to check if it's truly like that woman insists. A stellar reputation doesn't always match real virtue; it could merely be a clever disguise."

Jiang Peiqin's face relaxed upon Xinyan's advice, clutching her hand more firmly: "You're spot on, Wenhao's tolerance for alcohol has always been strong. How could such a freak accident strike? Fury must have clouded my eyes."

Suddenly remembering something, she lifted her gaze to Xinyan: "Come along with me; I erred by storming off without hearing Wenhao's side or leaving him stranded alone."

Spotting her newfound clarity, Xinyan helped her rise: "Alright, I'll drive you over so we can eyeball that sly vixen."

Jiang Peiqin shared the spot and gazed blankly through the car window, absorbed in thoughts.

After quite some time, she abruptly swiveled: "Yanyan, what if Ye Dongyan's scheming here? Her cousin once cornered me with shady hints, which I chalked up to sibling rivalry back then. Now, clearly she's been eyeing Ling Wenhao for ages."

Xinyan wrenched the wheel, giving a nod: "That's the haze of those too close; you've grasped it at last."

Jiang Peiqin eyed Xinyan intently, questioning: "Are you saying you sensed Ye Dongyan's fishiness from the beginning?"

Xinyan executed a crisp turn, parking the car with finesse: "You grasp Ling Wenhao's nature far better than me; his devotion shines obvious even to a bystander like myself. How could he pull that stunt amid a packed affair?

Besides, you've noted his solid handling of booze. Let's move; time to behold the wonder."

Upon reaching the scene, a throng gathered by the entrance, with Ling Wenhao's voice echoing from within: "The young lady accuses me of assaulting her, yet I never did. Brother Hu set up this room; I didn't drag her inside. Why's she present? Her words aren't gospel truth.

Moreover, spare the intimidation over my prospects; I refuse to bend. No wedding to a schemer, job loss be damned."

A shrill female voice retorted: "How dare you speak so? The whole neighborhood lauds our Dongyan; why label her vile?

Mark my words, Dongyan suffers most here. Shun responsibility, and we'll unleash hell—straight to the cops."

Xinyan tugged Jiang Peiqin through the masses.

Ling Wenhao spotted Jiang Peiqin right away, shrugging off those holding him to dash over: "Xiaoqinzi, I'm innocent; trust me, please."

His frantic expression, fearing her doubt, tugged at Jiang Peiqin—despite annoyance at his gullibility from over-trusting: "Handle this mess now; we'll hash it out afterward."

Ling Wenhao exhaled in relief: "Fine by me, Xiaoqinzi, rest easy. Heart and form are yours alone; she can't frame me."

Meanwhile, Xinyan pinpointed the issue. That Ye Dongyan sure had guts, pulling such a brazen ploy and hiding something in her pocket.

Folks might miss it, but as a med student, Xinyan swiftly caught the telltale aroma from those pocket contents.