Everyone knows what happened to Wen Nuan on the street a few days ago.

Lately, Wen Nuan has been feeling ashamed. Her close friends all think she's embarrassing herself in public.

Now no one wants to pay attention to warmth anymore, and warmth also feels isolated.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Looking at that face in Wenzhou that resembled Wennan's, Wen Nuan became even angrier.

"Just hand over the money when I tell you to. It's just a little money... do you think it'll eat you up?" Wen Nuan slammed her hand on the table, glaring fiercely at Wenzhou City.

Luo Huai seemed to hear him and reached out to touch the hairpin on her head.

Wenzhou looked at Wen Jinzhong with hopeful eyes.

“You have money in Wenzhou, why don’t you take it out? Look at your old man… eating this kind of vegetarian noodles on the street?” Wen Jinzhong tapped the porcelain bowl with his chopsticks and slurped up the last noodle.

"Hurry up and hand over the money if you have it."

Looking back at Wenzhou, he should have known sooner, he should have known what kind of person his father was.

All he cares about is money.

As Wen Jinzhong spoke, he went to search for clothes in Wenzhou City.

"You're just like your sister, a born slut!" Wen Nuan couldn't help but speak up when she recalled the humiliation she had suffered a few days ago and saw that no one was around.

Although Wen Jinzhong is nominally the eldest son of the Wen family, the power to manage the family actually falls into the hands of the second son. Wen Jinzhong is a gambler and is a bottomless pit.

When asked for money, Wenzhou City remained completely unresponsive.

Upon hearing Wen Nuan mention Wen Nan, Wen Zhoucheng gritted his teeth, and the four-year-old child's eyes filled with tears.

"You're not allowed to talk about my older sister." Wenzhou Cheng went up and hugged Wen Nuan's hand, biting it hard.

"You filthy hussy, you dare to bite me, I'll teach you a lesson!" Wen Nuan raised her hand, the slap about to land on Wenzhou City.

Wen Jinzhong's expression remained unchanged as he finished the last bit of soup in his bowl.

Luo Huai, standing beside him, kept touching the hairpin in her hair. She glanced sideways, seemingly unconcerned.

No one cared about... the child left behind by the first wife.

Before the warm hand could even touch me, I felt a piercing pain in my wrist.

Cold sweat broke out on Wen Nuan's forehead.

"Who do you want to teach a lesson to?" The woman's voice was cold, making Wen Nuan shiver involuntarily.

Wen Nan subtly pulled the tearful Wenzhou city behind her.

It blocked all sight of Wenzhou City, isolating him from the annoying concubine, the disliked half-sister, and the father who disliked him.

At only four years old, the child could only see Wen Nan's back.

Wen Nan released her hand, revealing a red patch on her warm wrist. It was even swollen.

Wennan showed no mercy.

When Wen Jinzhong saw Wen Nan approaching, he was slightly taken aback. "Little Nan, you've come at the right time. Have you eaten yet?"

"Pay the money for Daddy together."

Wen Jinzhong shamelessly said that he had never cared much about his children, except for being exceptionally indulgent towards Wen Nuan.

The Wen siblings never imagined that Wen Jinzhong would show them even the slightest bit of affection.

"Pay you money? Wen Jinzhong is better off dreaming at night. Early in the morning... it's easy to have nightmares." Wen Nan's voice was cold.

Wen Jinzhong was so angry that he puffed out his beard and glared at his father. "Wen Nan, I'm your father. Is this how you talk to your father?"

Wen Nuan was crying uncontrollably beside her.

"Father, Mother, my hand hurts so much!" A lump had already swollen up on Wen Nuan's wrist. She endured the pain in her hand and wanted to teach Wen Nan a lesson, but the pain in her hand seemed to be getting worse and worse.

Wen Nuan raised her hand, but it fell limply down like a wilted flower.

"My hand is broken." Wen Nuan cried, unable to catch her breath.