Chapter 78 A Shadow He looked towards the door, and when he realized what was happening, it was cold...

When the doctor took out the piece of flesh, Wen Han still couldn't help but take a look.

...It looks just like the sausages used in mala tang (a type of spicy hot pot).

Wen Ruan is definitely the kind of person who would want to be a dentist if he saw a drill, and an appendix if he saw an appendix. He suggested that they could put this piece of appendix in a glass bottle.

"What are you going to do with it at home? Use it as a specimen for decoration?" Wen Han frowned, then suddenly remembered that she could use it to scare people in the future, so she didn't object.

Wen Qingke asked Wen Ruo for leave, so he wouldn't have to go to school for a few days.

"What is this?" When Wen Ruo woke up, she saw a jar on the table containing red sausages.

Wen Han laughed: "This is your appendix."

Haha, Wen Ruo will be a person without an appendix from now on.

Wen Ruo's face was pale; he felt nauseous again.

*

Bastard, you son of a bitch!

Wen Han gritted his teeth in hatred. Now there was someone he hated even more than Gu Cheng. The two-day weekend was originally fine, but some stupid school leader, seeing that the storm had passed and couldn't stand their relaxed schedule, directly restored the previous schedule. Now they only get one day off every two weeks.

Wen Han lay on the table, on the verge of tears: "Is there still anyone righteous enough to report this?"

Fang Songxia looked like she had been gone for a while.

“A semester goes by quickly. Instead of complaining, you should read more books,” Yang Lanjun said with exasperation. “Look at xxx, who is at the bottom of the class and writes reports every day after class. You two, who have decent grades, just chat as soon as get out of class is over.”

"If you're still at the bottom even after working so hard, it means you're not suited for studying." Wen Han glanced out the window; the awful weather looked like it was going to rain again. "I'm not suited for hard study. Maintaining this level is fine; why make things harder for myself?"

After a few days away, the test papers on Wen Ruo's desk were piled up enough to build a bunker.

Fang Songxia asked curiously, "He has appendicitis. Did you see what the appendix looks like?"

Wen Han nodded: "Like your favorite spicy hot pot sausage."

"Wen Han!"

After a day of living like a zombie, Wen Han finally had a chance to ask Jing Yu during her patrol: "Your father didn't say anything, did he?"

"Um."

Wen Han didn't dare ask about the rest, since he already knew things he shouldn't have known.

"It's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality." Wen Han sighed. "Next semester, school won't end until 10:30."

If he were Jingyu, he wouldn't endure this kind of hardship. He would go straight to an international school and study abroad as soon as he reached the appropriate age. What's the point of staying in this miserable place?

Seeing the familiar figure under the streetlight, Wen Han chuckled.

Gu Cheng was talking to Wen Ruan about something, and she frowned slightly.

Jingyu asked, "Aren't we going to take pictures?"

"Even if they took a picture, the principal wouldn't dare post it," Wen Han said nonchalantly. "Just ignore them."

Jing Yu said, "Oh, right, this is for you."

——

Even though Gu Zong knew that he only had two days off each month, he still made Wen Han go to the Gu family, which made Wen Han curse him in her heart every time.

"Sigh." Wen Han saw that Liu Chuanze was still writing about high school. "When you go to high school, don't be stupid and try to cram for the exams. You know, regular high schools are not places for humans."

"But don't you go to school there too?"

"I had no choice."

After slurping down her juice, Wen Han still felt thirsty and was about to grab another glass when Liu Chuanze said, "Wen Han, don't drink anymore. We'll be having dinner soon."

Wen Han put down her juice, flicked his head, and joked, "You can't even bear to part with a little juice?"

Does Liu Chuanze have any sense at all in the Gu family? He's still grinning like an idiot after being flicked on the head.

Hopefully, the other kids will be more cunning.

Don't be too cunning. What Chu Ji said makes sense. Those who are too smart are not obedient enough, and how could those who are too cunning be fooled by him and Jing Yu?

It was raining heavily outside, and Gu Zong was reading a book. As for Wen Han, he had only turned two pages of the book in front of him, and Liu Chuanze guessed that Wen Han was going to get his salary docked again.

A loud bang echoed from the entrance hall, a familiar occurrence in the Gu family. The question remained: was it Gu Cheng or Gu Yuan?

Wen Han: "It should be Gu Yuan."

Liu Chuanze: "Then I guess it's Gu Cheng."

"I lose 10, you lose 100."

"OK".

system:"......"

A series of clumsy shoe-changing sounds followed, and Gu Yuan was the last to enter. His upper body was soaked through, as if he hadn't been carrying an umbrella. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he had lost his soul.

Liu Chuanze, true to his word, transferred one hundred to Wen Han.

Wen Han accepted the gift with a smile, and a while later Gu Cheng also came up.

Wen Han transferred another ten yuan to Liu Chuanze.

Gu Cheng looked around and saw Gu Zong. He frowned deeply, his fists clenched tightly at his sides, and his face contorted: "Do you know what day it is today?"

Wen Han and Liu Chuanze exchanged a glance but remained silent. Could it be that the young master didn't receive a birthday gift and is causing this commotion?

Gu Zong didn't even bother to lift his gaze from the book: "If you need money, go find the butler."

This undoubtedly enraged Gu Cheng even more. He stared wide-eyed in disbelief and sneered repeatedly, "Today is Mother's death anniversary. Don't tell me you've forgotten?!"

Wen Han pressed Liu Chuanze's head back onto his homework, telling him not to provoke others about this kind of thing.

Wait a minute, Gu Yuan went out with Gu Cheng, which means Gu Yuan also went to see An Lu.

This is way too conspicuous, as if they're afraid people won't suspect who Gu Cheng's son really is.

Wen Han wanted to pretend she didn't hear, but Gu Cheng questioned her: "I just found out what the Jing family did, and you're not going to avenge Mom? Do you even care about her at all!"

“There are many things you don’t know,” Gu Zong said calmly. “Don’t be easily swayed by a few words from others.”

Gu Cheng gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know? I only know that you stood by and did nothing for my maternal grandfather and his family! It caused my mother to die. Fine, you don't care, I have my own ways to deal with the Jing family."

Just as Wen Han was about to secretly send a message to Jing Yu, Gu Cheng suddenly grabbed him by the collar: "Aren't you and Jing Yu on good terms? We'll use you as bait. Doesn't Jing Xu value his youngest son a lot?"

"Are you sick in the head?" Wen Han couldn't take it anymore. "I didn't want to say it because your mother is pitiful, but the An family's downfall was entirely their own doing. What does it have to do with the Jing family?"

"What did you say?"

Since she had already said it, Wen Han didn't care anymore: "Isn't it normal that your grandfather colluded with others to use underhanded means to frame them and was retaliated against?"

"Besides, the An family isn't dead, they've just gone bankrupt and nobody cares," Wen Han laughed. "Why don't you blame your father for not bringing the An family in? Anyway, the Gu family is big and wealthy, they can afford to support them. What does that say?"

Gu Zong glanced at him disdainfully, and Wen Han smiled indifferently: "This shows that in your father's eyes, offending the Jing family is not worth it compared to helping the An family."

Gu Cheng was so angry that his teeth were grinding. Just as he was about to throw his fist, Wen Han took the opportunity to grab a stun gun and stab him in the waist from behind.

"ah!"

Gu Cheng let out a scream, and the butler rushed to help him up: "Wen Han, how could you attack the young master!"

"He's your young master, not mine. Does that mean he's allowed to hit me but I'm not allowed to defend myself?" Wen Han stood up, coldly watching Gu Cheng fall to the ground. "Besides, his father hasn't said anything, so why are you in such a hurry? Are you his father?"

"you!"

Yanagawa asked in a low voice, "Where did you get the stun gun?"

This was given to me by Jingyu; he said it could ward off rabies.

The stun gun wasn't very powerful, and Gu Cheng recovered quickly.

Wen Han looked at Gu Yuan with a puzzled expression. Had he left his soul behind at An Lu's grave? Why was he so silent and motionless?

Gu Yuan's lips trembled slightly, and she went back to her room on her own.

The system said, "Host, this person seems to have just broken up with their boyfriend."

"Heartbroken?" Wen Han found it amusing. "Impossible. The person he loved passed away a long time ago. How could he be heartbroken again?"

Gu Cheng was locked in his room to calm down before coming out.

Wen Han hoped that Gu Zong would release Gu Cheng as soon as possible. He had taken the opportunity to plant a tracking device on Gu Cheng earlier, and it would be bad if it were discovered.

This serves as a reminder to Jing Yu. It's unclear whether Gu Cheng will do anything to the Jing family beforehand. In the drama, the Jing family's downfall occurs at least after Gu Cheng's university years.

——

"What, a business trip?" Wen Han was rummaging through the rice paper in the rice cooker, wondering why a cat like Fei Nai'er would like to eat this.

"Doesn't your boss know that you have three high school students at home? How could he choose you to go on a business trip to another city, and for more than a month at that?" By the time Wen Qingke returned, it was almost New Year's Day.

Why isn't this opportunity given to a young person in the company? Wen Han finds it all suspicious, and Wen Qingke's abilities aren't that great either.

"The team leader said the company is too busy right now and they can't find enough people," Wen Qingke sighed, then continued rambling, "But he paid out the bonuses early, so you'll have to buy your own breakfast this morning. I also paid a month's worth of utilities in advance..."

It's a miracle that Wen Qingke has been able to work until this age. Although the salary isn't high, he's not young anymore, and this job isn't a secure one, nor is it technically difficult. His boss hasn't fired him.

"Don't worry, Dad," Wenruan said. "We can take care of ourselves."

"Sigh." Wen Qingke nodded. "Remember to lock the door properly at night, just in case a thief breaks in, understand?"

Wen Han almost burst out laughing. A thief? What would he be stealing, the rice from the kitchen?

The cold wave brought rain, and the weather quickly turned cold after the rain stopped. Wen Han began to look forward to heavy snow and a holiday.

With Wen Qingke not around, there was naturally no one to help them make their beds. Wen Han and the others pulled out the thicker blankets, since it was getting chilly and there was no air conditioning in the room, so they had to rely on the thick blankets.

Fat Nail didn't mind. Its fur was long and its body was warm. Most importantly, its appetite was increasing day by day, and it was consuming cat food very quickly.

"Hmm." Wen Han was sleeping soundly at night when he was woken up by Fei Nai'er's paw, its long tail sweeping across his face.

A sliver of moonlight shone in, and Fat Nail's eyes gleamed in the darkness.

Wen Han sighed and said sleepily, "Don't tell me you're hungry again."

Fat Nai meowed.

Wen Han had no choice but to accept his fate and prepared to get up and prepare food for it. He didn't turn on the light, and his feet dangled off the edge of the bed as he tentatively checked where his slippers had gone.

"Squeak—"

Wen Han thought the wind had blown the door open, and just then his feet found his slippers.

He looked at the door, and when he realized what was happening, he broke out in a cold sweat.

The door opened a crack, and a tall, dark figure stood outside, staring intently at him with only his eyes visible, his face covered. He seemed to be holding something in his hand.