Calculation of thousands of cities

Digression: Starting from this chapter, I will narrate Wen Yu's previous stories from Wen Fangqian's perspective.It will probably take about five chapters.These five chapters are very important, and will take care of many previous foreshadowings, so I hope everyone will read it carefully, it will not be very boring (*^?^*)

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My name is Wen Fangqian.

Maybe you are not familiar with my name, but you must be familiar with my brother's name.

Yes, my brother is Wen Yu, the chairman of Yehua Company.

His public image is evident from various fabricated news reports.

Cruel, ruthless, and even dehumanized.

Some people say that he would rather deprive a human life for meager benefits, and some people say that he would rather sacrifice huge property to protect a human life.

In any case, there must be more people who believe in the former, although the two are not contradictory.

It's a pity that my brother's real image under the public opinion may surprise all those who ridicule him.

How can a person who can succeed to this extent be able to do everything smoothly, I am afraid that he will have experienced more pain than anyone else.

And all this, as his only living relative, I know.

20 years ago, that was when I was just born.

My elder brother was four years old at the time, and he took good care of me after I was born. I only found out later that the reason he did this was because I was his only relative in the world.

We just lived through each other for a few years, and I started to have the ability to remember things from the age of four.

Four years later, I was four years old and he was eight years old. Due to special living conditions, we matured much earlier than children of this age.

That was the year my brother told me that our mother had bled to death after giving birth to me.

Oh, so it is.

No wonder everyone thinks I'm a villain, a bastard, and looks at me with contempt.And only my brother is willing to see me and take care of me.

Frankly speaking, we are actually illegitimate children.

My father had a real wife, and our mother was just one of my father's lovers.

So after the mother died, the father just dealt with the funeral affairs and stopped paying too much attention to the mother.

After all, it's just a lover, isn't it, what does it matter if you die, huh.

I heard that the father's wife suffered from infertility, and my brother would probably inherit all of the father's property in the future. This made the woman quite dissatisfied. She stared at us all day long and regarded us as a thorn in her side and a thorn in her flesh.

Although I hate her, I have to admit that she is a beautiful and almost perfect woman.

My father must have liked her because of that face, because that woman's temperament was extremely bad.

She likes to take all her grievances out on innocent servants, or on me and my brother.

I still remember that one day, I accidentally broke the glass cup she placed on the table. My brother and I immediately bowed and apologized to her, but she rushed up to beat her with the whip under the table without saying a word. us.

When we ran, she chased after us brandishing the whip, and when she stopped, there were countless marks of being whipped on our bodies.

But when she saw my father, she shed her cruel appearance and came to his side pretending to be a little bird.

It's disgustingly duplicity.

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