Han Shuzhen held Wu Maoyan's hand, trying to offer him some comfort. She couldn't help him now; that was all she could do.

Wu Maoyan felt the warmth from the palm of his hand, which instantly calmed his restless heart.

He looked at Han Shuzhen, his eyes filled with affection, and said...

"Don't worry, I'm fine. I need to go home. Be careful and take good care of yourself!"

Go!

Han Shuzhen's beautiful eyes sparkled with boundless tenderness.

Wu Maoyan returned to the Wu family villa that very evening.

Upon entering the room, one immediately senses a heavy atmosphere permeating the quiet air.

Most of the lights in the room were off, except for a reading lamp on the sofa, where Song Lan sat motionless.

His expression was filled with sorrow.

"mom--"

Wu Maoyan called softly.

Song Lan slowly raised her head and saw her eldest son standing in the living room.

It must have been that phone call at noon that made him realize something.

Song Lan forced a smile.

"Maoyan, why are you back?"

Wu Maoyan looked at his somewhat uneasy mother and said worriedly,

"Mom, I just miss you and want to go home to see you!"

"Sit down. You haven't eaten yet, have you? Mom will get you some food!"

Before Wu Maoyan could say anything...

Wu Zhenyuan returned, and when he saw Wu Maoyan at home, he paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

He said,

"I knew it! Your son is still useful. What? He came back in person to bring me money?"

Song Lan stared at Wu Maoyan in disbelief, muttering to herself.

"You actually called Maoyan? You've disappointed me greatly."

"How could that be? We're family. If something happens, we should help each other out!"

Wu Zhenyuan's words provoked Wu Maoyan's sarcasm, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"That sounds nice, but I'm clearly short of money and desperately need an influx of funds. Why didn't you lend it to me for free back then? I'm so glad I didn't agree to your request. Otherwise, given your current situation, my company and invention would probably have been sold off by you."

"How dare you! Your words are becoming increasingly offensive. You're such an ingrate!"

Wu Zhenyuan was furious, then turned to look at Song Lan.

“I told you, don’t bring him along. You said he would treat me like his own father, but look at how he treats me!”

Song Lan's mind was buzzing. It was truly unimaginable that Wu Zhenyuan would have such a face.

She was heartbroken, and she let out a cold laugh.

"After all these years, I still haven't seen your true colors. It turns out that the real you is so disgusting. You must have had a lot of trouble pretending to be like this!"

Wu Zhenyuan hadn't expected Song Lan to also be sarcastic towards him. He'd already had enough of a headache lately, so why didn't she understand him?

He was also somewhat sad, and his voice was tinged with sorrow.

“I never thought that after all these years, I still couldn’t warm your heart. Now that disaster is upon us, you’re only thinking about protecting yourself and your sons. What about me? Am I still your husband? I just don’t understand why you’re unwilling to let the children help me.”

"When I sold Youyou's jewelry, I found out that your father had given her so much secret savings. If his daughter was like this, what about his two sons? No wonder the expenses in the company were huge when I took over. I thought the old man had a second child."

Song Lan, having reached her limit, finally snapped.

"Wu Zhenyuan, what are you saying?"

His grandfather had passed away many years ago, and now Wu Zhenyuan was using this to humiliate him. He simply couldn't swallow this insult.

He went up and punched Wu Zhenyuan in the face.

"I won't allow you to insult my grandfather!"

Caught off guard by the punch, Wu Zhenyuan fell backward onto the sofa.

He clutched his stinging cheek, looked at the mother and child before him, and was filled with rage. His anger turned into a cruel laugh.

"Good, good, very good. You and your son are truly of one mind. You don't care about me, an outsider, at all."

Song Lan was terrified because she hadn't been able to stop her eldest son's attack in time.

She never expected that her eldest son would actually lay a hand on Wu Zhenyuan.

Seeing Wu Zhenyuan stand up, his eyes filled with malice as he looked at Wu Maoyan, she quickly stepped forward and stopped him.

"Old Wu, don't be impulsive, don't stoop to the level of a child."

"Get out of my way!"

Wu Zhenyuan was very strong, and Song Lan was thrown into the air, her forehead hitting the table and bleeding profusely.

"mom!"

Wu Maoyan was terrified and rushed over.

Wu Zhenyuan then came to his senses and saw Song Lan lying on the ground, unconscious. He trembled all over.

"Song Lan, how are you?"

Wu Maoyan picked up Song Lan and rushed outside.

As he passed by Wu Zhenyuan, he let out a roar.

"roll--"

Song Lan was quickly taken to the hospital.

Fortunately, she was delivered in time, and Song Lan was out of danger.

The next day, the matter had already alarmed Wu Youyou and Wu Qifeng.

Wu Youyou was still in military training when she ran to Tang Chuxuan's dormitory early in the morning.

"Bang bang bang—"

Who is it?

"Instructor Tang, it's me, Wu Youyou!"

Tang Chuxuan became excited when he heard Wu Youyou's voice.

Why did she come so early in the morning, before I even changed into my military training uniform?

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