Chapter 128 Don’t Cry, Ancestor

"Shuang'er~~~" the system called out again.

"You..." Wen Shuang closed her eyes, with an unbearable look on her face, but the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, "I'm willing to come back."

"What does it mean to be willing to come back?" the system grumbled in Wen Shuang's mind. "I didn't even know I could come back!" It grumbled, perhaps unable to bear it any longer, and suddenly cursed, "Lu Li, you bastard! You tricked me!"

The system violated the rules to help the lucky son of this world regain his life, and the price must have been vanishing into thin air. However, it woke up again, and after receiving the remaining information, it understood everything.

The system originally belonged to Wen Shuang. It was lucky and should have been bound to the son of luck. After conquering the ceiling, it could return to the place of birth. However, every son did not know who the host was before the mission began, which gave some people with ulterior motives an opportunity to take advantage of it.

In the operation of the big and small worlds, in addition to some systems that strictly follow scripts to complete tasks, there is also a type of system that does not follow any rules and regulations and acts recklessly.

"They developed minds and were abandoned by the main divine space for repeated violations," System Tong Wen Shuang explained. "Abandoned systems will be erased by the main database, but these Tongzi didn't want to dissipate, so they disobeyed the program orders and fled to various worlds. Some of the Tongzi are law enforcers, responsible for recapture these traitors. If I can retire safely and perform well, I can also become a law enforcer."

"You mean..." Wen Shuang found it hard to digest: "There are other systems"

"Those aren't the system. Traitors will be removed. Besides, you don't have to be afraid. There's a ceiling." The system paused, thinking it was a good thing Xuanzhe was out, otherwise it would be so uncomfortable...

Wen Shuang seemed to be lost in thought, and suddenly asked, "On the day of the car accident, you suddenly stopped in front of me. Did you calculate something in advance?"

"Yes," the system replied, "because you were injured while filming. Although your Qi isn't 100%, it's not scientific. After all, according to your energy feedback, the chance of injury is 0.2%. At the time, I suspected that some force was secretly pushing you. Then that day, I saw that the traitor was in Zhou Jinhui. It used all its energy to affect your Qi. Of course, it was also because Zhou Jinhui's Depravity Value was too terrifying. Just as we feed on Charm Value, those traitors feed on Depravity Value."

Wen Shuang massaged her temples: "It's so troublesome."

"You should take good care of your injuries." The system continued: "You have more than a dozen broken bones all over your body. I'm probably worried about the ceiling. I'm also going to hibernate and replenish my energy~"

Wen Shuang suddenly shouted: "System!"

"Um"

Wen Shuang's voice was gentle, "Thank you, and... welcome home."

The system program restarted. Although it retained its previous memories, its perception of human emotions returned to zero. The humorous conversation it had just had with Wen Shuang was completely out of habit, with some slight garbled text. The system was silent for a few seconds before an ethereal electronic voice said, "Well, I'm back."

Her mind calmed down again. Wen Shuang placed the cup on the bedside table and was about to ring the bell when she saw Xuan Zhe push the door open.

Xuanzhe's face changed drastically, thinking that Wen Shuang's arm hurt. How come all the goat milk spilled? He walked forward quickly, and just as he held Wen Shuang's hand, he was pulled closer by the young man.

Wen Shuang kissed Xuanzhe's lips: "Check in."

In the past, this kiss was the fuse that ignited desire, but today, Xuanzhe seemed to have lost this ability. He did not respond to Wen Shuang, but gently pinched the young man's gauze-wrapped arm, looking nervous, "Does it hurt? Are you out of strength?"

Wen Shuang shook her head: "It's okay, I was just careless..."

"Yeah." Xuanzhe interrupted in a deep voice, pressed the bedside bell, and asked the doctor to come in for a check.

Wen Shuang was stunned: "Xuan Zhe..."

"Sorry." Xuanzhe actually let go of his hand. A ferocious look flashed across his face for a moment, then he regained his composure and took two steps back to make way for the medical staff.

The figure swayed, Wen Shuang stretched her neck, and when the doctor finished checking that everything was fine, Xuan Zhe was no longer in the ward.

The fear that followed came back so fast that Xuanzhe would feel heartbroken whenever he saw Wen Shuang again. He had watched Wen Shuang die in his arms. There was nothing more cruel in the world than this. The so-called slow slicing was nothing more than this. Xuanzhe even suspected countless times that everything in front of him was his dream. When he woke up, he would be in a cold and deserted cemetery, with a photo of Wen Shuang smiling on the tombstone. The world fell into dead silence, black and white, with the occasional sound of wind blowing, leaving only wailing everywhere.

Xuanzhe stood on the rooftop and took out his cell phone impatiently. He picked up the phone after it rang for a while.

"Hello," Tang Weisheng said nervously, "Brother, are you there?"

"I'm here." Xuan Zhe responded. He lit a cigarette, took a deep puff, and then didn't speak for a long time. Tang Weisheng didn't press him, just waited quietly.

"The doctor said Wen Shuang is recovering well." Xuanzhe said.

Tang Weisheng responded, "Yes, let me know when you can visit. I'll bring him some braised pork made by my mother."

The "my mother" Tang Weisheng refers to is naturally Tan's mother.

"Stinky brat," Xuanzhe cursed with a smile. He blew out another puff of smoke, as if the melancholy in his heart could not be completely dispelled. There were some words that should never have come out of his mouth in this life, but Xuanzhe said it anyway: "I really want someone to slap me in the face and tell me that everything is true."

Tang Weisheng: "...Brother, where are you?"

Xuanzhe: ""

Tang Weisheng was hung up by his brother. He stared at the phone and scoffed. Tan Li hugged him from behind and asked, "What do you mean?"

"My brother is still afraid." Tang Weisheng's eyes showed worry. Not to mention Xuanzhe, even he would occasionally have the illusion of dreaming. That was Wen Shuang, the person that even the King of Hell would avoid. He was a cure for all kinds of disobedience. He was carefree and seemed to be able to be happy all his life. But when they rushed to the hospital that day, they saw that he was covered with gauze and eleven steel nails were used.

"It will be alright." Tan Li kissed Tang Weisheng's cheek. He almost lost himself once, so he understood Xuan Zhe very well.

This situation lasted for almost a week. Wen Shuang felt that Xuan Zhe treated her well, but he was obviously distant and always kept a distance from her, as if even he himself had become a dangerous object. Wen Shuang should be protected in a deserted place, otherwise even dust could hurt him.

"Don't be sad!" The system didn't expect to see this situation after waking up from hibernation. It is now in Wen Shuang's body and can roughly feel the young man's emotional fluctuations. If it has to describe it, it would be two words - wronged.

With the doctor's permission that day, Tang Weisheng finally came. Normally, he could pack two boxes of seafood to make Wen Shuang happy, but now he could only bring fruits and white porridge, otherwise his brother could perform a "live-killing" show.

Wen Shuang's right arm is in a plaster cast and is usually in a sling. There is a scar on the back of her left hand, which extends from the gap between her middle finger to her wrist, which is shocking to see.

Tang Weisheng looked away reluctantly and handed the peeled apple to Wen Shuang.

Wen Shuang took it and took two bites, then suddenly sniffed.

Tang Weisheng sensed something was wrong, turned his head and stared at him cautiously: "What's wrong?"

"Am I ugly now?" Wen Shuang said hoarsely.

Tang Weisheng's pupils trembled. "No, no, it's not ugly that you ask this question for no reason. It's just a few bandages. Just take good care of it. It will be the same as before after it heals."

"Really..." Wen Shuang smiled sadly.

Tang Weisheng's heart suddenly started to ring with alarm. Something must have happened that made Quail look like that. "Tell me in detail, what happened?"

Wen Shuang put down the bitten apple and stared at her fingertips, feeling lonely. After a while, she said, "Your brother doesn't touch me at all now. He doesn't want to kiss me or touch me. Does he dislike me?"

Are you talking like a human being? Tang Weisheng thought to himself, and he sighed: "This only shows that my brother is very scared."

As soon as the words fell, Wen Shuang's phone on her lap lit up. It was a Weibo push: [Explosive! President Xuan is attending the cocktail party with a new hottie!]

Wen Shuang: “…”

Tang Weisheng: "Are you still a human being?"

Wen Shuang's eyes instantly turned red.

"No, no, no." Tang Weisheng hurriedly stood up and fumbled for his phone. He called Xuanzhe but was hung up. Tang Weisheng cursed in his heart and dialed the number persistently. Suddenly, there was a call, but it was not Xuanzhe who answered the phone, but Cao Nanyu: "Hello, young master?"

"Wuwuwu..." Wen Shuang sobbed and tears flowed down her face.

Men don't shed tears easily, but they just haven't reached the point of being heartbroken. Woohoo! Wen Shuang cried and cried, the grievances in his heart completely overflowing. He had finally escaped death, but Xuanzhe was so cold and now there are rumors about him with someone else! Even though he knew the rumors were 100% misunderstandings, he still wanted to make a scene!

Tang Weisheng felt a chill run down his spine. He gripped his phone tightly, and every word that popped out was like a bullet. "What a bunch of rubbish the PR people at Quanyi are! The news about my brother and the little celebrity is trending! Wen Shuang saw it! Tell my brother, Wen Shuang is crying! She's crying so loudly!" He then passed the phone to Wen Shuang's lips. The young man closed his eyes, lost in his own world of rain, not caring at all. His sobs couldn't be faked, "Woo woo woo!"

Cao Nanyu also felt a chill on his back. He ignored the company's decades-old rules, staggered towards the conference room, and pushed open the door.

"Bang——" The door performed well, bounced off the wall and hit back, and was held down by the pale-faced Assistant Cao.

Xuanzhe had been away from the company for a while, and a lot of things had accumulated. Fortunately, the people he hired were not idle, so everything was normal. There were just a few major decisions that he needed to discuss with the senior executives. But when he was about to finish, he was interrupted by Cao Nanyu. A bunch of people looked at him at the same time. Xuanzhe frowned: "What are you panicking about?"

Assistant Cao was speechless and pressed the loudspeaker in a fit of rage.

"Wuwuwu... Your brother just doesn't love me anymore. No, I'm going to be discharged from the hospital right now. I'll just pack my little bag and leave. Ahem, wuwuwu..."

Tang Weisheng's frantic words of comfort were clear: "Don't cry, ancestor! I'm kneeling down for you!"

Mr. Xuan was the last one to feel a chill on his back. He stood up suddenly and pulled out the chair too quickly, causing his knee to hit it with a crisp sound, but he seemed not to feel it and rushed out.

"Hiss..." An executive couldn't help but cover his knees and muttered, "Who was it that said in the company forum that President Xuan hated men crying?"

Someone said quietly: "That depends on who is crying..."

Wen Shuang is a person whose depth is unfathomable.