Chapter 982
982 You unfilial son
Xiao Wu, shut up! Bai huien was shocked and quickly stopped the bodyguard from continuing.
The bodyguard’s face was full of unwillingness as he said to Bai huien, ” “Madam, you’ve suffered such a great grievance. I have to seek justice for you today no matter what. Old Mr. Wen, Madam accidentally sprained her ankle because she tried to stop Mr. Wen junior from leaving. Unfortunately, she was injured and could not make him stay. No matter what, Furen is his elder and he has never respected Furen Xuanji from the beginning to the end.”
Bai huien looked at old Mr. Wen hesitantly.
“Dad, Yingluo, it’s my fault. Yingluo, don’t misunderstand Mu Chu Yingluo.”
Old Mr. Wen glanced at Bai huien with a dark look in his eyes.
Then, he sighed in a low voice.
In order to avoid making a big deal out of this matter and making a joke out of it.
He asked the Butler to get someone to help Bai huien into the car.
The group got into a luxurious limousine, and the Butler immediately contacted a private doctor to come over and bandage Bai huien’s foot wound.
When they arrived at the Wen family home, the private doctor had also arrived.
The doctor bandaged Bai huien’s ankle and told her to rest in bed for a few days.
Old Mr. Wen stood at the door and looked at Bai huien with a complicated expression.
Bai huien smiled apologetically at old Mr. Wen with reddened eyes.
“Dad, I’m so useless. Not only did I fail to stop Mu Chu for you, but I was also useless enough to hurt Yingluo. I’m useless, you can’t blame Mu Chu, Yingluo!”
Old Mr. Wen tapped the floor with his walking stick and left the place gloomily.
Seeing that the old man had left, Bai huien’s slightly pouted lips slowly receded.
She lowered her eyes and her gaze fell on her bandaged ankle.
At this moment, no one knew what she was thinking.
No one knew how big of a storm was raging in her heart.
He was back. Her son was finally back.
He really resembled that woman.
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Old Mr. Wen leaned on his walking stick and sat on the sofa on the first floor without saying a word.
His face was ashen, and he sat there motionless.
Seeing that it was getting late, the Butler tried to persuade him to go back to his room to rest, but old Mr. Wen ignored him.
After an unknown period of time, she heard footsteps coming from outside.
Old Mr. Wen finally reacted.
His gaze slowly turned towards the direction of the main entrance.
Then, he saw Wen zhihuai being escorted into the living room by a group of people in suits.
As Wen zhihuai walked, he instructed the people in a low voice.
Those people all agreed respectfully.
They watched as Wen zhihuai brought his men to the study on the second floor.
Old Mr. Wen grabbed a cup from the coffee table and smashed it onto the ground.
A crisp sound rang out. This sound completely broke the rhythm on Wen zhihuai’s side.
He stopped talking and looked up at old Mr. Wen.
“Dad, Yueyue, why aren’t you resting?”
Old Mr. Wen sneered coldly.
“You’re a busy man. I can’t even see your shadow in the dark or during the day. I had no choice, in order to see you, I could only stay here and wait for you to come back Yingluo.”
Wen zhihuai’s eyes narrowed. He immediately dismissed the people around him and walked towards old Mr. Wen.
“Dad, what happened?”
Old Mr. Wen snorted coldly, his expression turning even uglier.
“What happened? It’s all because you’re hiding my grandson and not letting me see him Yingluo!”
Wen zhihuai removed his suit jacket and a servant immediately took it from him.
Another servant quickly made a cup of tea and placed it in front of Wen zhihuai.
Wen zhihuai sat down and took a few sips of tea.
Upon hearing old Mr. Wen’s words, his eyes lit up.
He then put down his teacup nonchalantly and pursed his lips at old Mr. Wen.
“I can’t make a decision on this matter. You know that the child is all grown up now. For so many years, the Wen family has never raised him or taken care of him. He just came to Jin Jing and doesn’t want to come into contact with strangers. We should be more understanding of him, Yingluo.”
Upon hearing her words, old Mr. Wen’s eyes reddened immediately.
He looked at Wen zhihuai as he sobbed, ” “A stranger? I’m his grandfather, how did I become a stranger? You know Yingluo best. All these years, I’ve hoped that you would have a son. However, you and huien have no offspring, and our Wen family is about to die out. It wasn’t easy for me to find out that I still have a grandson, but you’re so cruel that you won’t let me see him. Do you think that’s fair to me?”
Wen zhihuai’s eyes darkened and his expression darkened.
He pursed his lips and didn’t say a word, but his heart ached.
“Oh, fair? Dad, Wanwan, do you think you were fair to qiaoying back then? Even until her death, she couldn’t get you to face Mu Chu’s disappearance. Not only did you not cooperate to find him, but you even mocked her and said that she was a jinx. Mu Chu’s disappearance is not her fault. Why do you blame it on her? If it wasn’t for your provocation, qiaoying wouldn’t have been able to walk down a path of no return, never to return. Dad, Yingluo, don’t ever mention the word “fairness” to me again, Yingluo, you owe qiaoying, you owe Mu Chu, you owe me, Yingluo!”
After saying this, Wen zhihuai stood up abruptly and walked away, not caring about old Mr. Gu’s reaction.
Old Mr. Wen sat there, his face livid with anger.
He panted heavily, his eyes wide open as he stared in disbelief at Wen zhihuai’s departing back.
“You Yingluo, you unfilial son, you’re really driving me to my grave, Yingluo!”
However, Wen zhihuai did not even turn around to look at him despite his hysterical screams.
Exhausted, Wen zhihuai entered the study on the second floor and locked himself in his room.
He staggered to a bookshelf and took out a black and white photo from a book inside.
The woman in the photo was beautiful and had a blissful smile.
Two shallow dimples were imprinted on her cheeks, and her eyes were full of charm.
Wen zhihuai held the photo in his hands and slowly sat down, leaning against the wall.
His hands trembled as he caressed the woman’s facial features in the photo.
“Qiaoying, why have I never dreamed of you all these years? Why didn’t you tell me in my dreams? Do you also hate me, hate me for not being able to protect you and Mu Chu, hate me for being the president? If I had known that I would lose you, I would rather not be the president. For so many years, no one could understand my pain. I really feel very tired Yingluo.”
Wen zhihuai’s eyes were slightly red. He pressed the photo tightly against his throbbing chest.
He raised his head and closed his eyes.
The atmosphere in the surroundings was extremely low.
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Wen zhihuai’s dejected and dispirited appearance was clearly seen by Bai huien.