Chapter 8 The Young Lady in the Wheelchair 8: Adoption, but give up!

Telling a minor who is still in school to set her free without mentioning anything else is no different from driving her to a dead end.

Xi Wenyong was also a poor man who had suddenly become rich. He couldn't shake his nature of hoarding whatever he had. He was really unwilling to continue to be responsible for the living expenses of his adopted daughter.

With that money, he would rather smoke two more packs of cigarettes he couldn't afford before and drink two more bottles of wine he had been eyeing for a long time.

Clearly, Wang Ya's words also reflected Xi Wenyong's intentions; he was adept at getting his feisty wife to take the lead.

Mr. Liu glanced at his eldest sister's expression and his heart skipped a beat.

It was only after much persuasion that I finally convinced my older sister to agree to bring her son back. I can't let her get angry over something so trivial.

Mr. Liu hurriedly said, "Well then, since we've been adopted for so many years, I'll take care of the little girl's living expenses until she comes of age."

In his youth, he was a playboy, skilled in eating, drinking, and having fun, but knew nothing else. The money he had came either from his older sister or from the company's annual dividends, amounting to tens of millions a year.

He divided the money here and there, and as an old man, he didn't have much left. He also had many hobbies, all of which were built with money.

Not to mention his ungrateful daughter, who doesn't respect her father at all.

It must be said that bloodline inheritance is a magical thing, and Mr. Liu also felt that what he did was very kind and righteous, even a great sacrifice.

Suddenly, Cheng Zhishu became an adopted daughter.

Xi Congshuang didn't speak, and neither did Chairman Xi.

Over the decades, Mr. Liu learned on his own how to read his eldest sister's expression and then turn to find the adopted daughter whom no one cared about.

Then he remembered why Wen Yan's school uniform looked familiar, because Cheng Zhishu was wearing the same one.

Mr. Liu's old face changed several times. He put on the airs of an elder and asked, "Are you satisfied with this arrangement?"

Whether she's satisfied or not, does she even have a say?

Cheng Zhishu thought to herself with a self-deprecating smile.

"Satisfied my ass."

Cheng Zhishu subconsciously touched her mouth to confirm that the insult was not uttered by her.

Everyone present looked at the speaker, Xi Congshuang, who was as white as a rose. She curled her lips and said with a sneer, "Now I know why Aunt Ran doesn't want to go home."

According to seniority, Xi Hanran is Xi Congshuang's aunt.

Because she was born late in life, she is young, only a few years younger than Xi Congshuang.

Mr. Liu was furious. He was about to scold Xi Congshuang for having the right to lecture him as a junior when he heard Xi Congshuang cough a few times while covering her mouth, and the few drops of color that had just risen in her eyes disappeared again.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Pour me a glass of water."

Chairman Xi hurriedly asked someone to pour another glass of water and placed it in Xi Congshuang's hands to warm it.

After calming her cough, Xi Congshuang slowly said, "I'm sorry, I'm not feeling well. Did I do something wrong just now, Grandma?"

Mr. Liu: "..."

Chairman Xi: "Cong Shuang was right."

Even if Xi Congshuang didn't say anything, she wouldn't do something like kicking away a minor girl.

"The Xi family is large and wealthy, so they can afford to raise a child. Let her stay in the Xi family and raise her until she grows up. We can decide whether she stays or leaves after that."

Xi Congshuang seized the opportunity to say, "Grandma, I'm so bored at Wenhai's place. You're often not home, why don't you let her keep me company?"

Chairman Xi was willing to leave the person in the Xi family, but hesitated to send them to Xi Congshuang: "Your health is not good, and you can't take care of people."

“I just think we’re very similar,” Xi Congshuang said. “It’s not good for either of us to stay in Wencan.”

Xi Congshuang lowered her eyelashes and vaguely saw the shadow of her younger sister when she was young. Chairman Xi had no choice but to agree.

"Alright, if you like, then bring them over to live with you." Chairman Xi nodded.

After saying that, the two prepared to leave, and the topic of child custody, which should have been discussed, was long forgotten.

Cheng Zhishu's troubled mood turned strange. She watched as Xi Congshuang was pushed away and turned back just as she was about to pass by her.

Cheng Zhishu didn't know what to say and stared blankly back at him.

Xi Congshuang turned her head to look at her, and the eye with the beauty mark under its eye blinked playfully.

"..."

Cheng Zhishu's breath hitched; the bitter emotions she had just felt were like a balloon that had been inflated to burst open.

On the way back, the red apple appeared again, flapping its wings and flying around her like a little devil.

"So you've decided to choose A and go for the villainous rich girl route?"

The course of events inadvertently overlapped with the original trajectory: the female protagonist, who was neither acknowledged nor loved, was taken away by Xi Congshuang and kept under her control.

Xi Congshuang categorically denied it: "Of course not."

The red apple flew around her and then stopped in front of her face: "So what do you mean? You're clearly following the original route."

The tea ceremony was exactly the same as that of Xi Congshuang in the records, with her saying things like "make Chairman Xi agree to something."

It's strange, though. The son born to Xi Dong's sister, who passed away many years ago, only bears a slight resemblance to her, while this granddaughter looks five or six parts like her, making Xi Dong, who already felt guilty, completely obedient to her.

Xi Congshuang didn't think too much about it. She said, "I just felt that the original approach would be enough to keep Cheng Zhishu. Just do it as it is, and there's no need to do too much."

Sometimes, the more you do, the more mistakes you make. Moreover, Cheng Zhishu is a sensitive teenager. She has no intention of doing anything to the other person; she just doesn't want to make things worse.

Red Apple then asked, "Now that you've gotten all those people, what are you planning to do next?"

Xi Congshuang answered truthfully: "I haven't thought about it. I spent my teenage years in a hospital bed, and I don't know how to face girls of this age."

"If I raise someone in my own home, what if Cheng Zhishu suddenly realizes something when she turns eighteen and spontaneously lowers her Honkai value to below ten?"

Red Apple: "Huh?"

I thought Xi Congshuang had suddenly become in the mood to joke around with it, and I wondered when she had become so humorous.

The system stared at her intently for a moment and realized that the woman was serious.

"..." Red Apple couldn't take it anymore. "Do you think of the female lead as an autumn fruit? You think you can just pick her when she's ripe?!"

Upon hearing this, Xi Congshuang sighed regretfully, "So it's not allowed after all?"

Red Apple: "How is that possible!"

Xi Congshuang: "Maybe the female lead is all talk and no action."

Red Apple: "Just give up!"

The moment the words were spoken, a system notification startled the two, who were arguing.

Current corruption value: 34

Such a small matter directly depleted three points of the Collapse Value, causing Red Apple to fall silent.

Could it really be true?

*

I don't know how things turned out this way.

Before leaving, Xi Congshuang asked the housekeeper to handle the remaining matters. Then, several people came to Cheng Zhishu's room to help pack her things, preparing to move her and her luggage to Wenhai's place.

In fact, Cheng Zhishu didn't have much stuff. Apart from her textbooks, her remaining clothes could fit in a schoolbag.

The servants of the Xi residence were used to the extravagant lifestyle of the young ladies and gentlemen, so they were somewhat surprised to see Cheng Zhishu so poor.

I hadn't thought about her much, but I never imagined it would be this little.

The newly arrived young master Xi and his family of three always looked glamorous and never wore the same clothes twice. So why was this little girl wearing nothing but her school uniform and faded short-sleeved shirts?

Forget it, these are not their business.

However, their professionalism led them to each take a small share. Some carried backpacks on their arms, some held the textbooks on Cheng Zhishu's desk, and others, not wanting to appear too idle, packed Cheng Zhishu's shoes in paper bags.

As for the remaining daily necessities, Wenhai has no shortage of these things, and someone will naturally send new ones to Cheng Zhishu.

The butler asked politely, "Miss, is there anything else you haven't taken?"

Cheng Zhishu, empty-handed: "..."

Blinking, Cheng Zhishu shook her head: "There aren't any left. You don't need to be so polite, just call me by my name, I'm Cheng Zhishu."

"Yes, Miss Cheng." The butler adjusted his glasses, his expressionless face glancing at the servants inside the room, who then filed out.

Cheng Zhishu had no choice but to follow them out. Under the housekeeper's gaze, she simply couldn't bring herself to say "I can do it myself."

A subtle silence fell over the hall below the stairs, which became even more pronounced when the servants carrying things appeared.

Wen Yan, who was hiding behind Manager Qu, peeked out to look at the girl behind her. Cheng Zhishu was led away from everyone's sight by the Xi family's butler, and left without any expression.

They seemed unmoved and didn't look back.

"I knew it, you're such an ingrate..."

The voice, spoken in a very low tone, reached Wen Yan's ears. She turned her head and looked around, but for a moment she couldn't tell who had just spoken.

Cheng Zhishu was unaware that after she left, the others in Wencanli also parted on bad terms, losing all interest in continuing.

They had no choice but to make a temporary agreement: Wen Yan would stay at the Xi residence three days a week and spend the rest of her time back at her old home. She needed to build a relationship with her new home, and she couldn't neglect her adoptive parents.

This result was somewhat unsatisfactory for both sides.

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Counting the petals of a snowflake: Plant an orange tree in spring, and in autumn you'll harvest a tree full of orange crisps, one, two, three...

Red Apple: Impossible! Give up! I advise you to give up now! [Angry]