At that time, she was only one year old, chubby and soft, looking around with her big watery eyes. There was no other woman in the family. Wen Qing'er was raised by Grandpa Wen. How could ordinary people understand such feelings?

Grandpa Wen really dotes on her and treats her like his own granddaughter!

If he hadn't talked to her yet, even though Old Master Wen was cruel, he would never have the heart to see her die. Although he had issued a kill order, he knew she wouldn't die. As long as Xiu Feng stayed by her side, she wouldn't die.

Now... She is definitely not Wen Qing'er, not...

Wen Qing'er stood beside the coffee table, her eyes still brimming with tears, yet fierce and ferocious, staring at the increasingly aged, white-haired old man. He walked slowly and laboriously, his cane trembling. He seemed a completely different person from the majestic and powerful man she had seen in her childhood.

Drops of tears fell uncontrollably.

Was she, Wen Qing'er, really that heartless and ungrateful person? Was she really that ungrateful? She was hurt too. She had once considered them her family. It was they who pushed her away, not her, Wen Qing'er.

If he had said something to make amends today instead of accusing her like this, Wen Qing'er would never have hated her so thoroughly.

She thought that Wen Ruyu would not let her go because he had feelings for Bai Ling, and her grandfather was closest to her. He believed everything she said, and he would not be cruel to her.

Now she, Wen Qing'er, was wrong. She wiped her tears fiercely. Bai Ling was the old man's treasure, and she, Wen Qing'er, was now his enemy.

It’s gone, everything is really gone, even Xiu Feng is gone…

Yes, Xiu Feng is a loyal person to her, but Yaya specifically asked for him, so she could only use him to exchange for power.

Wen Qing'er finally curled up on the sofa. She thought that when she was most lonely, helpless and frightened, the person she needed most would be Xia Zhengjun, but she found that what she wanted most was her brother to be like before, who would personally bring her a bowl of porridge to comfort her and make her laugh when she was sad. It was her grandfather who stood at the door with a cane, shaking his head and sighing with her sadness, and did not forget to instruct Butler Quan to prepare her favorite things.

For more than 20 years, the Wen family has been a real home to her.

"Why are you crying?" A steady voice came, making Wen Qing'er raise her head immediately. She saw a boy wearing a white shirt, a black vest and a bow tie on the collar. He looked very gentlemanly but was only about 1.6 meters tall and thin. The boy had a fair and handsome face, very childish, with the corners of his mouth naturally raised slightly, which made him look tender. His eyes made him look like a gentle person.

But there was a hint of fear in Wen Qing'er's eyes. She quickly wiped the tears from her face, shook her head, and said nothing.

Seeing this, the little boy smiled slightly, one hand leaning slightly behind his back, his body slightly bent, looking more like an aristocratic gentleman. He handed her a white handkerchief and touched her face with some tears, "If Yaya saw this, she would probably be angry!"

Feeling the wetness on his fingertips, the little boy took it back and looked at it like a work of art. Finally, he carefully placed it in her hand, "Don't forget, you are from Jincheng now. Crying is synonymous with weakness."

Wen Qing'er curled up even more, obviously because of fear.

This little boy is so gentle, and has a noble aura of being able to do nothing.