Rebirth on the wedding night, being doted on by the scumbag elder brother

He never knew what family love was and had never experienced love in either of his lives.

But even so, he would not easily give up his responsibilities to the Shen family because he felt an invisible debt.

At this moment, a majestic voice sounded: "Stop!"

Mr. Shen rushed over after hearing the news. He had already expected a quarrel, but he did not expect things to develop to the point of violence.

Seeing Shen Siyan's soaked clothes and the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, Master Shen frowned and said, "Siyan is no longer a child. How can you teach him a lesson like this?"

"I am his mother. Do I need to ask anyone for permission to teach my son a lesson?" Mrs. Shen said provocatively to Mr. Shen.

Mr. Shen sighed and said, "Since both parties are unwilling, then don't force it. Let's just leave it at that."

"How can that be possible?" Madam Shen's eyes widened. "If we can marry Miss Wang, it will be a great help to us. There is no better family than ours in the entire capital."

"This is Si Yan's marriage, not the Shen family's business!" Mr. Shen responded sternly.

At this time, Shen Feng, who was outside the door, heard the quarrel and was about to come in to mediate, but his footsteps stopped in mid-air.

After hearing what Master Shen said, Madam Shen became hysterical, with resentment in her eyes: "You only have eyes for Si Yan, and outsiders think he is the eldest son!"

Mr. Shen was stunned, and suddenly realized something, and quickly interrupted her: "A Zhao!"

Shen Siyan suddenly looked up at Mrs. Shen. Those hateful eyes hurt his heart. It was this kind of indifference that made him prefer to travel outside than go home.

Mrs. Shen couldn't stand it anymore, she didn't want to put on a smiling face in front of him anymore.

Feng'er's body was so weak because of him, the doctor said she might not live more than three years... Why... Why was it not him who fell into the water, but her precious Feng'er?

Mrs. Shen's eyes were full of tears and she said in a cold tone.

"Si Yan is also your son." Mr. Shen said after a moment of silence.

This sentence pierced Mrs. Shen's heart like a sharp sword. She immediately became furious and shouted at the top of her lungs: "He is not!"

This sudden denial shocked everyone present.

Shen Siyan stared at his mother blankly, as if the mystery of many years had been solved in an instant. He finally understood why his mother always looked at him in that way, and it turned out that he was not the biological son of the Shen family.

"Do you think I don't know?" Mrs. Shen clenched her fists, her voice trembling, "My child died of dystocia that night, but you brought back a baby from outside and put it in my arms. Although I was unconscious at the time, I could feel that the child was not mine."

She had kept this matter in her heart for twenty years and still had no answer. Seeing Shen Siyan was smart and clever, and deeply loved by Master Shen, she felt even more tormented.

She guessed that this might be the child born to Mr. Shen from his concubine, otherwise why would he dote on him so much?

Whenever she saw Si Yan display his extraordinary talent, Mrs. Shen's resentment grew. Learning to read at the age of three and archery at the age of five made her even more jealous.

It was not until that cold winter day, when Feng'er fell into the water, that the hatred in her heart completely erupted.

While the two were playing, they suddenly heard a cry of surprise from the servants, saying that the eldest master had accidentally fallen into the water.

When Feng'er was rescued, he was unconscious and his face was pale.

The high fever lasted for a week and he finally survived, but the doctor predicted that he might only have a few years left to live.

Mrs. Shen's hatred for Si Yan reached its peak. "Feng'er's health is like this, how can you still live healthily..." She stared at Si Yan fiercely, her eyes full of anger.

"Shut up!" Mr. Shen interrupted her sternly.

Mrs. Shen burst into tears, her heart aching. "Master, you only love him, but never care about Feng'er. In order to get your approval, Feng'er studied hard day and night and practiced calligraphy... But in the end, he didn't even get a word of praise... Is Feng'er not as good as the child you had with the woman outside?"

"Tell me, who is that woman? Who makes you favor him so much?" Mrs. Shen pressed forward, grabbing Mr. Shen's clothes tightly.

Outside the door, Shen Feng heard all this, his face turned pale, and his heart was in turmoil. Si Yan was not his biological brother...

"Ah Zhao, that's enough." Mr. Shen tried to stop his wife from venting.

Madam Shen sneered, "You are afraid of what people will say, so you dare not publicly acknowledge Si Yan's identity, so you let him become my nominal son... Master Shen, you are so cruel..."

She looked at Si Yan: "Is it you? It was you who pushed Feng Er into the water."

Shen Siyan's hands were shaking, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart.

In this life, the person he owed the most was his elder brother Shen Feng. In the cold Shen family, his elder brother was his only warmth and support.

Shen Feng is indifferent to fame and fortune and is gentle and elegant. In order to cure his illness, Shen Siyan is willing to give everything.

So he invited Tao Qiming, a skilled doctor, to work day and night to find a way to treat the cold poison.

But now, some people say that all this was caused by him?

"You evil villain, it's you who harmed Feng'er. You wanted to kill him." Mrs. Shen's accusation was like a knife.

Shen Siyan's heart seemed to be tightly strangled, and the pain made it difficult for him to stand or even breathe.

He staggered back a few steps, a fishy-sweet taste surged in his throat, and then a mouthful of blood spurted out, staining his clothes red.

"Si Yan!" Mr. Shen exclaimed, and immediately pushed Mrs. Shen away and supported his staggering son. "Si Yan, what's wrong with you? Call a doctor!"

Upon seeing this, Nanny Qin hurried to call a doctor.

Shen Siyan felt a chill in his heart and his mind was buzzing. He didn't expect the truth to be so cruel. Perhaps it was better this way... He coughed up another mouthful of blood.

Madam Shen laughed wildly, "You evil creature finally got your comeuppance. It's better for you to die. For twenty years, I have wanted to kill you myself."

"Enough!" Master Shen roared, his eyes like knives, staring at his wife. The whole hall was suddenly plunged into a murderous atmosphere, and even Mrs. Shen was frightened and dared not speak again. Master Shen was really angry, and his whole body exuded a cold aura. If she said one more word, he might really hit her.

"Don't let anyone know what happened today. If anyone dares to spread rumors in the capital, you will no longer be the mistress of the Shen Mansion. I will divorce you and make you leave here."

"Mr. Shen, you actually did it for that bastard..." Mrs. Shen retorted unwillingly.

"I keep my word." Mr. Shen said coldly, and left with Shen Siyan.

The only person left in the hall was Madam Shen, whose face was livid. She murmured to herself, "So you only have that bastard in your heart. You even want to divorce me for him..."

Mrs. Shen sat weakly on the ground, while outside the door, Shen Feng silently watched his father helping his brother leave, while he was ignored aside.