After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

"Oh, you hit me." Wen Jian responded as usual.

After responding, she suddenly realized what Wen Yinuo said.

"You hit him?!" Wen Jian's surprise was beyond words. "You slapped Dabao?"

Wen Yinuo didn't feel guilty at all and admitted openly: "Yes, I slapped him."

"He knew I was in the freshman class, but not only did he not come to look for me, he even tried to run away."

"This slap in the face is just the first time he failed to run. If he runs a second time, it won't be just a slap in the face."

"I broke his legs."

Wen Jian: ...

She originally thought that the slap marks on Wen Cheng's face were from being slapped after he cheated on someone.

I didn’t expect it to be Wen Yinuo.

If someone else hit Wen Cheng, she could still seek justice for her child as a mother.

Wen Yinuo hit her...then she couldn't interrupt.

Throwing a look at Fu Jincheng, who was standing uncomfortably on the side, that said "May the best come to you", Wen Jian turned around:

"Stop standing at the door."

"come in."

Fu Jincheng timidly glanced at Wen Yinuo, who was starting to get angry again for some unknown reason.

Before he could say a word, he was kicked into the house by the angry boy.

"What's the matter, Master Fu, do you want me to carry you back?"

Fu Jincheng wanted to be tactful and keep his mouth shut.

Before this, even when he was slapped at school, Xiaobao always called himself "Wen Cheng".

Now he suddenly changed his words. Based on Fu Jincheng's understanding of Wen Yinuo, he was 100% sure that there must be something wrong with him that made the young man angry.

And it’s not just ordinary anger.

Otherwise, he wouldn't even be unwilling to call his own name.

After entering the house, Fu Jincheng stood obediently at the door and tried to apologize.

Wen Yinuo didn't even look at him, slammed the door, and went straight back to the bedroom.

Having lost the chance to explain and apologize, Fu Jincheng looked to Wen Jian for help:

"Mom, I want to apologize to Xiaobao."

"Can you call him out?"

Wen Jian kicked out a small stool from under the coffee table: "Sit down."

Fu Jincheng did as he was told.

"No." Wen Jian held his chin with his hand, "Wen... Fu Jincheng, I tell you, no matter what attitude Xiaobao has towards you now, you deserve it."

"As a mother, I can forgive you and not argue with you even if you have your own difficulties."

"But Xiaobao is different."

"He's not your elder, he's your younger brother. And he's a very insecure kid since he was little."

"Fu Jincheng, I don't believe you have forgotten how timid Xiaobao looked when he first got home."

"When you left, you were thinking about our own good and wanted to protect us."

"But have you ever thought about what kind of harm your own behavior will cause to us?"

The young man is in his twenties and is already a head taller than Wen Jian.

In front of her, he was still like a teenager, stammering and not daring to speak.

"Dabao." Wen Jian sighed heavily, "I'm not exaggerating."

"During the years you were gone, if I had been unlucky, you would never have seen Xiaobao again."

The first time I couldn’t see him was on the day he left, when Wen Yinuo had an accident on his way back.

The second time was when she tried to help Wen Cheng who had left, so she looked for his friends from his youth and asked them for help, exposing her whereabouts and risking her life.

At that time, Wen Yinuo, who had not yet recovered, would definitely be in a bad situation.

The third time, it was the Gu family who came.

It clearly sounds like the best thing, but in Wen Jian's heart, it is the thing he least wants to recall.

She always felt that if she hadn't been there, Wen Yinuo would not have been treated well after being taken away by the Gu family.

Fu Jincheng looked up suddenly: "...I can't see you, what does that mean?"

"Literally." Wen Jian's eyes were a little moist, "One life and one death, separated by yin and yang."

"So Dabao, don't blame Xiaobao."

"Once he has calmed down, he will come out by himself."

"Now, think about how to apologize to him and how to coax him."

*

In the bedroom.

Wen Yinuo threw himself on the bay window and cried until his voice became hoarse.

Four years ago, he couldn't understand why Wen Cheng left.

Four years later, he couldn't understand why Wen Cheng didn't want to see them, didn't want to recognize him, and even tried to run away after being caught by him.

“Wuwuwuwuwu!” Wen Yinuo mistook the blanket for Fu Jincheng and bit the soft blanket hard, “Liar, liar!”

"Wen Cheng is a big liar!"

Forget about breaking your promise not to leave.

Now that I'm back and can come to see them anytime, I won't come.

Didn’t they say that no matter where he and Wen Jian were, he would rush to them?

Why didn’t you do it?

Why is he the one who always gets cheated!

Wen Yinuo swore that he would never forgive Wen Cheng from now on!

Absolutely not!

Wen Yinuo cried until he fell asleep, and he never forgot to call Fu Jincheng a liar.

After waking up again, the boy looked at the dark night sky and did not go out.

Wen Cheng...Fu Jincheng must still be here.

He didn't know what to say or do when he went out to face Fu Jincheng.

Should I forgive or slap you again?

"Xiaobao?" There was a knock on the door and Wen Jian's voice came from outside.

Wen Yinuo stood up hurriedly, picked up two pieces of paper at random, wiped the tears from his face, and opened the door as if nothing had happened.

"Mom, I'm fine." The boy forced a smile, "Just be alone for a while."

"You said you were fine." Wen Jian walked into the room and closed the door. "You cried like a kitten."

"Mom!" When Wen Jian used the metaphor from his childhood to describe him, Wen Yinuo immediately defended himself, "I'm an adult now! I won't cry anymore!"

"Okay, Xiaobao is an adult now." Wen Jian did not argue, "Mom was wrong just now, that's why Xiaobao didn't cry."

"There must be sand coming in through the window and floating into our little treasure's eyes, right?"

Wen Yinuo nodded angrily.

There was no way he would admit that he had ever cried like a child.

"Well, Wen Xiaobao, who didn't cry, can you tell mom what you did in your room for so long?"

In his heart, Wen Yinuo wanted to pretend that he didn't hear this question.

He really didn't want to hear anything about Fu Jincheng, Wen Cheng, and his brother right now.

But when he met Wen Jian's worried and loving eyes, Wen Yinuo couldn't pretend that he didn't hear it.

"I'm thinking about my brother." Wen Yinuo avoided his mother's concern and said, "Mom, I don't know what to do with him now."

"He is still my brother, but he is not just my brother."

Wen Jian was keenly aware of the hesitation and entanglement in the words.

It definitely doesn't seem like resentment was caused by separation.

It's more like a fear.

After a moment of silence, Wen Jian remembered what Fu Jincheng mentioned, that there were several other people following Wen Yinuo at that time.

"Who said something to you that made you think this way, Xiaobao?"

Wen Yinuo was stunned for a moment and nodded.

"Then Xiaobao, can you tell mom what those people gave specifically?"

It’s better not to be the kind of harassment and contempt in the melodramatic plots.

Otherwise, there is no need to wait for Wen Cheng to take action.

She would personally send those people down to play.