Chapter 1292: Chapter 1287: The Original Eldest Young Master of the Xiao Family
Chapter 1292: Chapter 1287: The Original Eldest Young Master of the Xiao Family
Xiao Yu’s gaze dimmed for a moment, and his voice was hoarse, “Can it be cured?”
Su Yingxue shook her head, “With good luck, it could gradually heal, but with bad luck…”
“My legs will be crippled for life?” Xiao Yu’s voice sounded somewhat desolate, making Su Yingxue dare not tell him the truth.
Losing power over the Xiao family, losing his wife, his son, and now becoming a cripple…
It seemed as though fate was being particularly cruel to Xiao Yu.
Even Chu Yihan felt that Xiao Yu’s recent experiences were something an ordinary person could not accept.
But how could Xiao Yu be an ordinary person?
With each breath, he adjusted his state of mind, accepted reality, and requested Chu Yihan to bring two people to him.
One was Wu Zhuangjing, the Store Manager of the Xiao family’s bank in Hangzhou, and the other was Chu Yifeng.
After Wu Zhuangjing arrived, he had a private conversation with Xiao Yu. Then, Chu Yifeng came over, holding Chu Xi.
He had heard that Chu Yihan intended to send Chu Xi and Chu Heng back to Jiang Du City and, for a moment, had the heart to kill Chu Yihan.
He had only recognized a daughter for how long, and Chu Yihan wanted to send her away?
Chu Xi clung to Chu Yifeng’s neck, whimpering and weeping for a long while, “Xi’er doesn’t want to be separated from Daddy.”
But Chu Heng reasoned with her in a pitiful, endearing way, saying that without his big sister, he would die of boredom on the journey, and she would no longer have such a cute little brother.
Chu Xi was suddenly caught in a dilemma. Having to leave her father for a while or losing her little brother forever, she chose the latter.
Chu Yifeng even pinched her nose and scolded her, “You little ingrate, preferring your brother over your father.”
But Chu Xi was actually very sensible. “Because Daddy has to do important things with Second Uncle, a good child shouldn’t make trouble for adults at critical times.”
This was what Rong Sheng had taught her.
Her mother had spent little time with her, but she had always taught her to be composed and calm, to control her emotions in the face of anything.
Daddy and many adults probably thought she wouldn’t understand as a child, but actually, she did.
So when she arrived at Second Uncle’s house, she obediently kissed Chu Yifeng and then went to find her dear little brother.
Chu Yifeng was particularly impatient to meet Xiao Yu. Unlike Chu Yihan, who was related by marriage, he was extremely irreverent, “What’s there to see in a cripple.”
Su Yingxue waved her fist at Chu Yifeng, “If you can’t talk nicely, don’t babble!”
Xiao Yu was already heartbroken enough; was it human to rub salt into his wounds like Chu Yifeng did?
Xiao Yu’s voice was indifferent; it seemed he didn’t take Chu Yifeng’s words to heart, “Your Highness need not visit a cripple, but this, this is something you desire.”
Xiao Yu handed a piece of paper to Chu Yifeng, who took it carelessly, then his expression suddenly changed.
Su Yingxue didn’t know what Xiao Yu had shown Chu Yifeng to make his attitude change immediately, but he gave Xiao Yu twenty elite assassins from the Silver Moon Pavilion to command.
These twenty men, along with Xiao Yu and Wu Zhuangjing, went to the various banks of the Xiao family that very night.
Su Yingxue didn’t think Xiao Yu would engage in any killing or looting, but that night when she came to check his pulse, the smell of blood on him was a bit strong.
She performed acupuncture on his legs, hoping they would regain sensation sooner, while Xiao Yu made no other sound.
It was as if she saw once again the Eldest Young Master of the Xiao family who had come to the Marquis’s Manor to propose marriage, full of schemes unknown to others, a frosty demeanor that commanded awe.
Even colder than before.