Chapter 61 Rumors: My brother's products are unsold, please help me!

At Jing Zhao's insistence, Wen Han had no choice but to agree to take her to greet Chu Ji.

Chu Ji had already changed her clothes, appearing elegant and aloof, showing no trace of grievance or resentment. But Wen Han still asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Chu Ji saw Jing Zhao hiding behind Wen Han and still secretly glancing at him, so he smiled at her in a friendly manner.

Jing Zhao tugged at Wen Han's sleeve and mustered her courage to ask, "What did you think of that man just now?"

Upon hearing this, Chu Ji glanced at Jing Feng in the distance and replied, "Not bad, I quite like eating chocolate."

"Wow!" Jing Zhao quickly pulled Wen Han aside. "He actually likes that toothpaste chocolate. Isn't that enough to prove something?"

Wen Han's mind went blank: "What does that prove?"

"They're a perfect match!"

Wen Han assumed it was just a passing fancy, but Jing Zhao looked like she was saying, "My brother's not selling well, please help me!" So she had to gently persuade her, "Don't you remember him? He's the one who did the tarot reading before, he came with his boyfriend, and he even gave us milk tea."

Jing Zhao nodded: "I remember now. It doesn't matter to me. Maybe they've already broken up?"

Although Jing Feng was older than them, he wasn't as cunning as Wen Han, while Chu Ji was at least eight hundred times more cunning. Seeing Jing Zhao's eager expression, Wen Han realized that if things continued like this, he'd probably even figured out what to put in her older brother's wedding candy. So she quickly went to Jing Yu: "Your sister's already in a rush to find your older brother a partner, what are we going to do?"

"It's fine." Jing Yu asked, "What, don't you like him?"

It's not that she dislikes him. If Lin He is an annoying bad Alpha, then Chu Ji is a charming bad Omega, so it's hard for Wen Han to hate him.

"But your older brother is already thirty, isn't the age difference a bit?"

Jing Yu was taken aback: "Who told you that?"

"Jingzhao."

He is twenty-five.

"What?!" It's one thing to say that the age is one year older than the actual age, but how could twenty-five be said as thirty?

"It was to deceive my grandfather," Jingyu explained. "My father and his wife were in another city when they got married. My grandfather kept urging us to have children, so my father simply lied and said that he already had a child. That's why my eldest brother was five years old when he was born."

"...Won't this give us away?"

"Fortunately, my eldest brother looked like he was twenty-five when he was only fifteen, so Grandpa never suspected anything."

Rich people really know how to have fun. Wen Han was whispering with Jing Yu when he looked up and saw Chu Ji standing upstairs, watching him and Jing Yu with great interest.

*

Wen Han went upstairs, and Chu Ji waved to him.

Seeing that he was still holding a wine glass, Wen Han asked, "Are you an adult?"

Chu Ji was slightly drunk. He tilted his head slightly and said, "No, what about you? Ah, asking that question, it seems you're a good boy."

Wen Han sighed: "Don't drink anymore. Gu Cheng treated you like that today, you're not going to go see him again, are you?"

"have no idea."

Wen Han was surprised that he hadn't given up: "Although his family is very rich, Gu Cheng is too stupid. Why didn't you choose someone smarter?"

"I don't like smart people," Chu Ji laughed. "Stupid people are better; stupid people are more obedient."

Chu Ji blinked: "I heard that Gu Cheng has been reading Sun Tzu's Art of War recently."

"Haha." Wen Han was amused and couldn't believe her ears. "Gu Cheng, can read military strategy?"

"Haha, hahaha." Wen Han laughed and then clutched her stomach. "With his pig brain, he should have started reading Sun Tzu's Art of War from the moment it was written."

Seeing him smiling so happily, Chu Ji asked, "You really hate him?"

Wen Han said honestly, "It would be good if he got hit by a car one of his days."

Chu Ji moved closer and held out his palm. Wen Han saw a round little thing.

"What is this, a nut?"

"I don't know, it was taken down from which tower."

Wen Han: "......"

That was a nut tart cake specially prepared by Grandpa Wan for the parrot. Each layer was a different color, it was so gorgeous.

What if it's alive?

"It's not for eating." Seeing Wen Han's confused expression, Chu Ji's tone became somewhat enticing. "Don't you dislike Gu Cheng?"

"Yeah, what does this have to do with Gu Cheng—"

Before Wen Han could finish speaking, Chu Ji threw the nuts in his hand, which landed squarely on the steps where Gu Cheng was coming downstairs.

Gu Cheng was still holding a wine glass when he stepped on a slippery nut, lost his footing, and tumbled down the steps, drawing gasps from those around him.

He bumped into the sommelier, who couldn't dodge in time, and the red wine in the glass spilled all over Gu Cheng, making him much more disheveled than Chu Ji had been earlier.

Wen Han and the system were dumbfounded.

Are you happy?

"I'm happy... but what if we get found out?"

They immediately went downstairs. Wen Han kept looking for where the nut had rolled, when Chu Ji suddenly tripped her and she fell right onto the carpet.

"Hey, be careful." Chu Ji looked worried and bent down to help Wen Han up. Wen Han was about to ask why he tripped him when he felt Chu Ji put his hand in his pocket and smile at him. Wen Han's anger immediately vanished.

Before leaving, Chu Ji gently patted his pocket twice. Wen Han reached into the pocket and felt something round under the fabric.

"Wen Han, are you alright?" Jing Yu rushed over from a distance, and Wen Han shook her head.

He just had a sudden realization: why bother with all that fancy stuff? To deal with an idiot like Gu Cheng, you should use a simple and brutal method!

"If he really wants to mess with your older brother, your family should probably get a therapist ready." Seeing Jing Yu's distracted expression, Wen Han asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's a call from your father." Jingyu handed him the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hanhan." Wen Qingke's voice was very tired. "Come back quickly, something has happened at home."

——

Wen Han thought something had happened to Wen Ruo or Wen Ruan, but when she opened the door, she saw Wen Ruan holding and comforting a child upstairs. There were no plates on the table, and the kitchen was deserted, as if no one had cooked. Instead, there were milk powder and bottles.

"What's going on?" Wen Han asked angrily. "Didn't I say you weren't allowed to help take care of the children anymore?"

Seeing that Wen Han was about to get angry, Wen Ruo said wearily, "There was nothing we could do, so we just left the child at our doorstep."

"Left it at our doorstep?" Wen Han asked incredulously. "Did she run away?"

“She…” Wen Ruan and Wen Ruo looked at each other, unsure of who should speak first.

Seeing their reaction, Wen Han became even angrier and shouted, "Are you all mute?"

A hint of reluctance appeared on Wen Ruan's face. A bad feeling welled up in her mind, and Wen Han's vision blurred, her ears ringing.

"Why isn't she saying anything? Could it be... that she's going to commit suicide?"

"No, no." Wen Qingke quickly pulled out a chair for him to sit down. "She's in jail right now."

"He's not dead, thank goodness he's not dead." Wen Han breathed a sigh of relief: "In the cell? What happened?"

"Do you remember I told you before about that guy planning to buy a house?" Wen Ruan frowned. "She was taking a walk in the neighborhood with her child after get off work when someone saw her and went up to comfort her, only to find out that she was unaware of it."

Wen Han didn't believe these people were trying to comfort him out of kindness, so he asked, "And then?"

"She was so angry that she arranged to meet the man, originally to ask for child support, but they ended up arguing and then started fighting."

“When Wen Ruo and I got home from school on Friday, we found the baby at our doorstep with an envelope under the swaddling clothes containing a bank card, which should belong to that man.”

Wen Qingke was extremely worried: "We were busy outside all day yesterday, and the child's grandfather refused to raise him no matter what we said."

They already disliked the mother and child, and now that the woman has killed the man, they're probably even less willing to raise the child.

“If no one is willing to raise her, she’ll have to go to an orphanage,” Wen Han said wearily. “Does she expect us to take care of her?”

Wen Qingke was silent for a moment before saying, "The orphanage said they would help make the contact."

The child is healthy and should be able to be raised soon. If we send him to his grandfather, he might face retaliation.

Wen Qingke took a few days off from work. The orphanage contacted him because several families wanted to adopt the children. Wen Han looked into the child's big, dark eyes, her feelings were complicated.

*

When Wen Han went to school the next day, many people stared at him along the way.

Does he have something on his face?

Upon entering the classroom, the situation worsened, with almost everyone turning their attention to him.

When he sat back down, Wen Han was surprised to find that coffee had been spilled on the table and was dripping onto the floor.

He was about to grab some paper to clean up when Yang Lanjun stopped him.

"This is evidence. Don't clean it up yet. Let's wait for the homeroom teacher to come and check the surveillance footage."

Yang Lanjun whispered, "What's going on with your upstairs neighbor?"

Wen Han asked curiously, "How did you know?"

“Someone posted it on the school wall, specifically naming you and saying that you kicked a single mother out over a can of milk powder, and wouldn’t allow your family to help her, leaving her with no way to live and causing her to commit suicide.”

"What is all this nonsense?" Wen Han almost laughed in anger. "Do you know who spread this?" If he found out who it was, she would tear that bastard to pieces.

"That's a question for you. Did you offend someone again?"

Who could possibly know about their family's affairs? Wen Ruo and Wen Ruan wouldn't tell anyone; it couldn't be a ghost, could it?

Wen Han was feeling down when some clueless person came up to him and asked, "Wen Han, I heard you drove someone to their death, is that true?"

Wen Han glanced at him coldly: "So what if it's true or false? You want to learn it too?"

"You have the nerve to ask?" The other person clenched their fist. "I'm not like you. I wouldn't—"

Wen Han directly reached out to interrupt his spellcasting: "Then pay me."

Seeing the other person's shocked expression, Wen Han snorted coldly: "That child is still staying at my house temporarily. Since you're so kind-hearted, why don't you buy him some milk powder? It's only a few hundred yuan anyway."

Wen Han knew he definitely had the money, but was he willing to give it up?

Are you crazy? What does this have to do with me?

"What does that have to do with me?" Wen Han scoffed. "Look, you're unwilling to spend money to buy baby formula for strangers either, so why should you ask me to?"

"That's different! I didn't drive anyone to their death."

Wen Han was too lazy to explain; even if he did, these people wouldn't listen. The most urgent thing was to find the person who spread the rumors.

To Wen Han's surprise, Jing Yu went directly to the area under the school wall, only to be told that the person who submitted the post had specially registered a fake account and immediately deleted it after posting. This further convinced Wen Han that this person was most likely not a righteous person, but simply trying to frame him.

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Author's Note: [Dog head with rose in hand]