Why Did You Provoke Her? Even Ghosts Are Scared Into Hitting Walls

The Wen family's long-lost daughter has returned! It’s rumored that the real heiress ranked last in every school exam and even went around deceiving people, promoting feudal superstitions. Ev...

Chapter 44 Shut up if you don't want to die!

The ward fell silent instantly.

Wen Tingsong found it hard to believe.

But he believed in Wen Li's character and had witnessed her abilities. Wen Li only expressed doubt, not certainty. These were just her guesses, and she did not slander Wen Sirou in the slightest.

Seeing that her father didn't speak, Wen Li knew that he was having a hard time accepting this.

“At first, I couldn’t figure out Wen Sirou’s past or her appearance. Huo Yinghuai told me that Wen Sirou had plastic surgery, so I always thought that she had worked on her bones to look like that.”

“But when I returned home, you and your brother both had a malevolent aura about you, and even the aunt and uncle who took care of us in the villa had some of it. Only Wen Sirou was clean and pure, which was very unusual.”

"So that's why you let Wen Sirou... leave back then?" Wen Tingsong was shocked and felt complicated at the same time.

Wen Li didn't tell them anything. Did she feel that she couldn't compare to Wen Sirou, so she didn't say anything?

Wen Tingsong felt a bitter taste in his mouth, and his heart ached in waves.

To everyone's surprise, Wen Li shook her head, a hint of innocence on her fair face: "No, it's just that I feel that Wen Sirou has enjoyed so much for me all these years and is still targeting me in every way. I just don't want her to live under the same roof as me."

She had already decided that if Wen Tingsong wouldn't let Wen Sirou leave, then she would be the one to leave.

Even if she were poor her whole life, she would never put up with this kind of treatment.

Wen Tingsong's lips twitched after hearing this, but thinking of Wen Sirou's previous performance, he was ultimately disappointed as well.

“Actually, there’s one more thing,” Wen Li suddenly said. “Although I can’t see Wen Sirou’s face, she has a murderous aura. The man who killed my second brother said that Wen Sirou killed his son, and that’s true.”

Wen Tingsong and his eldest son exchanged a glance, their fingers trembling with shock.

They all know this.

However, at the time, the family chose to believe Wen Sirou and suppressed the matter.

"So what do we do now?"

Wen Li said, "They will definitely make another move next time, and then... I will catch them."

——

Wen Yanchu still needs to be hospitalized for observation before she can be discharged tomorrow.

Wen Tingsong planned to send Wen Li back first.

Before even entering the house, I saw a familiar luxury car parked in front of the door.

It was obvious that Qin Hualan had arrived.

Sure enough, as soon as the father and daughter changed their shoes in the entryway, they saw Qin Hualan scrutinizing them.

Wen Tingsong frowned, but since the other party was his own mother, he couldn't say anything too outrageous: "Mom, what are you doing at home?"

"What, can't I come?" Qin Hualan got angry when she heard this, and slammed the book in her hand onto the coffee table with a loud bang.

"Grandma, please don't be angry!"

Wen Sirou quickly comforted Qin Hualan, then looked at Wen Tingsong with a slightly evasive gaze: "Dad, Grandma and I have been waiting for you all day."

Wen Tingsong's expression remained unchanged after hearing this.

He carefully examined Wen Sirou, and thinking about what Wen Li had said about plastic surgery, he slowly fell into deep thought.

He was unaware of this matter.

He still remembered what Wen Sirou looked like when she was little—thin and small, with dark skin, and she really didn't look like them.

But I don't know when or how Wen Sirou suddenly became so beautiful.

Suppressing his suspicions, Wen Tingsong explained to Qin Hualan, "Mom, something happened today, and I didn't have the energy to take care of you."

Upon hearing this, Qin Hualan immediately ignored the details of the incident and focused solely on the following words. Her eyes narrowed, and her face showed displeasure.

"What do you mean by that? Are you saying I shouldn't have come to your house?"

Qin Hualan didn't give Wen Tingsong a chance to speak, and once again turned her attention to Wen Li: "You brought Wen Li to the company so early in the morning, wasn't it because you were afraid I would come to see her?"

That's not wrong.

Wen Tingsong knew that he could dodge the first day of the month, but not the fifteenth.

Qin Hualan disliked Wen Li primarily because her daughter was not doing well in school, and she thought Wen Li was like a wild person, lacking manners.

Over the years, Wen Tingsong had long known what kind of habits his biological mother had.

So when he didn't say anything, Qin Hualan tacitly accepted it, and for a moment she was so angry that her heart ached.

"Is that how you see me?" Qin Hualan pointed at Wen Tingsong, then suddenly remembered the mess outside the villa, and instantly regained her confidence: "Look at the state this girl has made of the house. Aren't you afraid people will laugh at you when they find out?"

Wen Tingsong knew that the old lady would bring this up.

"This was originally Wen Li's home. She just decorated it according to her own preferences. I think it looks pretty good."

After a pause, Wen Tingsong continued, "Let outsiders say whatever they want."

Qin Hualan had lived a life of luxury and was steeped in literature, which she considered utterly rebellious!

Unable to argue with her son, Qin Hualan turned her attention to Wen Li.

From the moment she entered, Wen Li stood there, her eyes fixed on the fireplace, and she didn't even greet her grandmother.

"Look at her!" Qin Hualan pointed at Wen Li, pounding her chest and stamping her feet in anger. "She's been back for so many days, how can she have no manners at all? She's not even as good as our Si Rou!"

Wen Sirou lowered her head and quickly said, "Grandma, please don't say that."

Qin Hualan snorted coldly: "Could it be that I said something wrong?"

Wen Tingsong looked at Wen Li with concern, but Wen Li seemed not to see him at all, standing there straight with her eyes fixed on the empty wall next to the fireplace.

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