The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

Main house living room.

"Notice that we will set off to discuss the project with Manager Huang at 18:18. It is now 2:. The reason for being late." Leng Moxuan glanced at his watch and then looked at Leng Che seriously.

"I went to meet someone." Leng Che replied indifferently, as if he had no sense of this situation where weapons were facing each other. He stood firmly in front of his father, tall and lonely. Although the distance was close, there seemed to be an impenetrable barrier standing between them.

"Mo Xuan, Xiao Che is only two minutes late. There is still plenty of time, so you should go quickly." An Wanqing anxiously smoothed things over. Watching the tit-for-tat confrontation between father and son made me feel very uncomfortable. For more than ten years, their deteriorating father-son relationship has been a pain in her heart.

"One minute late is still late." Leng Moxuan scolded severely, "You made a big mistake two years ago. Isn't it enough to punish you by kneeling every month?"

This seemed to touch his inverse scale, and his eyes flashed: "What does this have to do with what happened two years ago?"

"Two years ago, you were late for your uncle's death anniversary because of a woman. Who are you late for today? Do you plan to be late for the memorial ceremony this year?" Leng Moxuan asked with growing anger in his eyes.

"I won't be late this year! I will kneel in front of my uncle's portrait all day and all night like last year, okay?"

Hearing his cold tone, Leng Moxuan was furious: "Is this how you talk to me?"

Leng Che pursed his thin lips tightly, lowered his head and kept silent. In the end, he was so disappointed that he had no scruples and looked up at him: "Father, as long as I can remember, I have complied with everything you asked, and I was only late twice. You You can be tolerant to everyone, but not to me, why?”

"You are my child, can't I be strict with you?" Leng Moxuan slapped the case with a bang.

"Really? Is it because when you see me, you will think of painful memories and your deceased uncle?"

For more than ten years, he had never felt the slightest bit of fatherly love. All he saw in his father's eyes was endless indifference and blame. As if telling him that he was born with a mistake.

"You and grandpa have never accepted me from the beginning to the end. One left me to live alone in a residence far away from you when I was a child. The other left me in the wilderness to fend for myself when I was a child. The other regarded me as a painful existence. A person who regards me as an unlucky person. Because I was born on the anniversary of my uncle’s death, in your hearts, I made a mistake from birth and should die on that day, right?”

His straightforward words hit the nail on the head and struck the wound in Leng Xuan's heart that he least wanted to touch.

"You traitor! That's nonsense!" Leng Xuan became angry, picked up the tea cup at hand and threw it heavily.

The tea cup flew towards me at an extremely fast speed, and he dodged it neatly by turning sideways. The teacup flew past him and hit the wall hard. The force was so strong that with a bang, the glass flew around like knives and arrows.

The fragments were like sharp blades, slicing across the cheek, sending a slight pain through the nerves. He raised his hand calmly and wiped the spot where the pain came from with his long and beautiful index finger. The white fingertips were instantly stained with bright red blood, like a delicate red plum falling on the snow.

An Wanqing was shocked and immediately ran to him to check. When she saw the blood stain on his fair face, her eye circles turned red instantly.

"Xiao Che, don't touch the wound. I'll call a doctor for you." An Wanqing burst into tears and shouted toward the door, "Call Doctor Han quickly! Quick!"

"Don't pass it on to the doctor!" Leng Moxuan was furious, "I see you still don't want to repent! You don't have to go to tonight's project, I'll go there myself! Go kneel in front of your uncle's portrait for two hours and reflect on it! Young Master You’re not allowed to come back even for a minute!”

"Mo Xuan..."

Hearing this, An Wan's heart was cut by a knife. Just as she was about to argue with Leng Moxuan, Leng Che stopped her.

"Mother," Leng Che looked at her worried look, showed a faint smile, and comforted, "I'm fine, it's just a minor injury. I'll be fine soon."

Indeed, compared to being beaten half to death two years ago, this was just a minor injury.

"Does it hurt?" Although it was just a skin injury, as a mother, looking at the wounds on her son's face, she was still heartbroken and tears could not stop flowing. The two people she loves most hurt each other, but she can't do anything about it.

He shook his head gently, his eyes full of tenderness: "I don't feel any pain, please stop crying."

"Mother, please take good care of yourself and I will come see you another day." After saying that, he turned to look at Lengxuan, the tenderness in his eyes immediately disappeared, leaving only bone-deep coldness, "If there is nothing else, I will leave first. Don’t worry, I’ll go over and kneel for two hours now.”

He turned around and walked away, his back looking arrogant and determined, completely regardless of the look on his father's face behind him.

"Rebel!"

Shortly after he left, Zhuge came in with a bowl of exquisite desserts. The debris on the ground had been cleaned up by the servants, and Zhuge was completely unaware of the war that had just occurred.

"Sir, madam."

Zhuge put the dessert on the table and smiled at An Wanqing, "Madam, I know that you have lost your appetite these days due to illness, and the young master has been very troubled. You once went to country A and made a treat for the first pastry chef in the palace. The special dessert was full of praise, and the young master always remembered it. In the afternoon, the young master learned that the pastry chef had come to Yuncheng, so he went to see him and spent a lot of effort to beg him to make a bowl. Try it, how does it taste? "

"Huh? Master, you're not late, are you?"

Mu Qianxi finished memorizing the words and wrote a copybook, waiting for Leng Checong to come back to check. While eating fruit in the small lounge, familiar footsteps sounded.

The beauty is back!

She turned her head to look happily, but keenly saw a bright red and dazzling blood stain on his handsome and picturesque face. The air pressure around Leng Che became increasingly low and lonely, so he turned around and went straight upstairs.

The beauty is injured?

Mu Qianxi's heart suddenly suffocated. After a moment of daze, she quickly got up and chased after him.

"Leng Che, is your face hurt?" She chased up the stairs and asked worriedly.

"Don't follow."

He warned, his voice was horribly low and gloomy, and he exuded an aura of extreme danger. Mu Qianxi hesitated for a moment, then he went to the third floor without looking back, and his cold back quickly disappeared from sight.

The beauty seemed to be in a very low mood.

For some reason, the wound was obviously not on her body, but her heart was taken away.

Mu Qianxi was irritable and worried, so she went out to find the two maids she met on the first day to get information, trying to understand the reason for his injury.

"Sister Bian Qing, Sister Li Qing, what happened tonight? Why was Leng Che in a bad mood and his face was injured after he came back from the main house?"

Bian Qing hesitated for a moment, sighed, and chose to tell the truth: "The young master and the master quarreled again."

"The relationship between the master and the young master has never been good. I heard that today, the master got angry and threw a glass at the young master. The young master's face was accidentally scratched by the glass shards."

She noticed that the relationship between their father and son was tense last time, but she didn't expect that a serious dispute would break out today.

"Why is uncle so angry?"

"Because the young master arrived at the main house two minutes late, the master probably remembered what happened two years ago, so he became furious and made the young master kneel down for two hours as a punishment." Bian Qing said, feeling very uncomfortable.

Kneeling for two hours in two minutes? Damn, it's a good thing it wasn't my dad, otherwise my legs would have been gone.

"What happened two years ago?" Mu Qianxi was full of doubts. Logically speaking, being two minutes late wouldn't make him so angry, and they were still father and son.

"Two years ago, the young master..." Bian Qing was about to say more, but received Li Qing's eyes as a reminder. She immediately realized that she had said too much and quickly shut her mouth.

Mu Qianxi saw them lowering their heads with embarrassed looks on their faces, so she couldn't continue to ask further questions. After all, they worked in the Leng family, and she didn't want to cause trouble to them.

Why Leng Che has such a tense relationship with his father, and what happened two years ago, these questions linger in his mind.

"Didn't you call the doctor? Leng Che was injured. No matter how loud the noise was, he should feel distressed."

Li Qing shook his head, his mood became even more heavy: "The master ordered that the doctor is not allowed to be called, and the medicine is not allowed to be given."

Damn it? So cruel? She felt heartbroken just looking at him. How could his father remain indifferent? Not even treating the wounds? The relationship between father and son is too tense.

After talking to the two young ladies, Mu Qianxi felt really uneasy and decided to go upstairs to check on him.

(I’m so angry. Chapter 39 won’t hurt anywhere in the second volume. I won’t replace the garbage tomato. Please move.)