Upon hearing this, anger welled up inside him.

What does the word "cherish" mean in Meng Beiyan's eyes? Or does it mean that these two words simply don't exist in his dictionary?

Chen Wenzhi clenched his fists tightly, resting them casually by his trouser seams. His face was grim, and his eyes held a barely suppressed anger. "Then why did you abandon her? Where were you during the years when she needed family the most?"

He is best at saying the most hurtful things in the calmest tone.

These words struck a nerve with Meng Beiyan, revealing that Ying Qian was his only weakness. He was a selfish man, but his guilt towards Ying Qian compelled him to give everything for the girl's radiant smile.

"I didn't know about her at the time. I thought..." His thin, chiseled lips, which had been tightly pressed together, finally opened as he tried to explain, but his words came out empty.

"What use do you think it is?" Chen Wenzhi said before leaving.

Meng Beiyan's guilt may have intensified, but Chen Wenzhi distanced himself from the situation.

Ying Qian saw everything from the direction of the restroom.

Why are you going to see him?

Chen Wenzhi crossed his arms naturally and said frankly, "I'm standing up for you."

“He didn’t do anything wrong,” Ying Qian said with relief. “You just feel sorry for me. Even if I really am pitiful, what does that have to do with my brother?”

"He is, after all, your brother."

"But we are not related by blood."

"Then why were you willing to accept the money he gave you?"

Ying Qian smiled slightly, as if mocking Chen Wenzhi's foolishness, "Because my dad transfers money to him every month, and my mom seems to do the same, so using my parents' money is only natural."

"Is that so?" Chen Wenzhi pondered for a moment, then slowly peeled an orange.

He continued, "So, what do you think of him?"

Ying Qian slowly shook her head: "He always acts as my compass. He only helps me when I'm lost. Otherwise, he basically doesn't show up to interfere with my life."