Chapter 117

Just as Wen Xin expected, those powerful organizations did not even have time to return to their own territory. As soon as they moved a little further away from the area of ​​City G, they began to send more personnel to conduct a large-scale investigation into his identity information.

On the battlefield that day, everyone was watching, and since Wen Xin had to take the initiative to show up, it would be impossible for him to completely hide his whereabouts.

Soon after, almost all the leaders of the organization knew that it was him who was riding the dark beast that day.

Speaking of warmth and happiness, who doesn't know it? Who doesn't know it?

Previously, a bounty announcement was made in the market, which triggered a wave of people looking for people. The scene was so hot that it was not just talk.

These power groups were therefore in a dilemma, because Wen Xin, who had connections with both the eastern and western regions, was clearly not a target they could attack.

But they couldn't afford to provoke Wen Xin, so couldn't they start with the people around him?

For a time, there was an undercurrent and people's hearts were in turmoil.

But before they could make any move, news came that Wen Jinfeng tried to return to City G to play the family card with Wen Xin, but was nearly killed by lightning.

Everyone was shocked.

This was really a coincidence! Just when they were about to instigate Wen Jinfeng to restrain Wen Xin, the two of them announced their breakup.

Upon closer inspection, it turns out that these two brothers have never gotten along well with each other since they were young.

Many past details indicate that Wen Jinfeng blamed Wen Xin for his mother's death, and after Wen's father's death, this neglect and disgust intensified. He simply left his younger brother to the care of the nanny and housekeeper, and would not even look at him as long as the person was alive.

When Wen Jinfeng finished his college entrance exam, the older brother was away from home all year round. The younger brother was not to be outdone, packing his bags and running away from home. For several years, neither of them had any contact with each other.

Not to mention that when the end of the world came, Wen Jinfeng didn't even send out the army, but hastily found a team of mercenaries to pick up Wen Xin.

After going through so much hardship and danger, they finally arrived in City A, but they were ignored for a while. It is said that Wen Xin was easily abducted by the Idealism Cult because of Wen Jinfeng's indifference.

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Outside, rumors were spreading like wildfire. The charcoal fire kept the cabin warm. A cool breeze blew in from the window, causing the withered yellow leaves to sway slightly.

When Wen Xin came over with hot water, he saw Wen Jinfeng sitting in a wheelchair.

The man was wrapped in white bandages with only half of his face and fingers exposed. His expression was unclear as he looked at the information in his hand.

Hearing the footsteps, Wen Jinfeng said without raising his head: "Put the coffee aside, I will drink it later."

As a result, the data in my hand was taken away.

Wen Jinfeng raised his head in surprise and met Wen Xin's disapproving look. Then the young man smiled helplessly: "There is no coffee, only water. You are leaving tomorrow. You still want to sleep tonight after drinking coffee? Take a day off."

Wen Xin shook the intelligence in his hand and read it carefully: "Your people are very efficient. It seems that most people now think that the two of us have broken up."

If Wen Jinfeng hadn't deliberately let someone leak those past details, how could others have found out?

Wen Jinfeng frowned, disagreeing with his decision to replace the coffee: "You are becoming more and more disrespectful. Give me the food."

Wen Xin sat on the chair next to him with the intelligence data and did not respond to him.

The chair creaked as if in protest of being unable to bear the weight.

In fact, this chair is quite strong and weak. Half of its legs are broken off and someone tied it to a wooden stick and wrapped it with a rope for dozens of times before it was forced to stand upright.

Looking at the current G city, it has everything you need, but a chair like this can be considered top-notch equipment.

When Wen Xin dragged back these scraps of copper and iron, his face was filled with joy as if he had found a treasure, which almost broke Wen Jinfeng's defense. He immediately asked Li Yongming to go to the nearest trading market to search for furniture and building materials and buy a lot.

Wen Xin quickly stopped him.

If you want to put on a show, you have to set a trap. Apart from the fact that Wen Jinfeng was seriously injured and had to stay in G City for two days, there couldn't be too much interaction between them.

Wen Jinfeng didn't wait for Wen Xin's response. He looked outside the door and saw that his men had already been sent away by Wen Xin. He curled his lips and went to pick up the cup on the table.

As soon as the warm water enters your mouth, the sweet and refreshing taste spreads from the tip of your tongue to your mind.

Wen Jinfeng had a strange expression on his face. He couldn't help but look at Wen Xin. He pretended to be calm and took two more sips. He said nonchalantly, "G City is in such a mess right now. It's hard for you to find honey."

"I've heard before that drinking honey is good for burns, but I always thought it was a marketing strategy by middlemen."

"What?" Wen Xin raised his head, reacted for a while, shook his head and said, "No, G City has been abandoned for more than half a year, with bombardment and high fever, the refrigeration system is completely damaged, even if there is honey, it has expired long ago. This honey was sent by others."

Wen Jinfeng froze as he stroked the cup.

But he was a man with a thick face like a city wall. The self-indulgent shame only stayed in his mind for a moment before he swept it out like useless garbage and focused on the last half of Wen Xin's sentence.

"Others?"

Wen Xin groaned. "The Idealism Cult in City B, the central city in the east, the Free Army in the border area, the Rose City in the west, the third, fourth, sixth, and seventh survivor bases, and some army commanders in the South China Sea... There are too many to count."

Wen Jinfeng probably realized what was going on, and said calmly, "It's normal. From the perspective of outsiders, you now have the evolutionary resources in your hands, so they will definitely rush to please you."

Wen Xin did not comment.

It was the first time for him to handle such a matter, and it was hard for him not to struggle with how to deal with it. But later he came to terms with it and simply decided not to deal with it. He returned all the gifts and only kept the gifts of comfort sent by the children.

Wen Jinfeng nodded after listening to it: "The initiative is in your hands. Even if you reject them, they can only hold it in."

Then he asked Wen Xin what to do next, and with this as the focus, he launched a series of responses to the future construction of G City and related risks.

Wen Xin found that his brother was indeed very ambitious. In just two or three sentences, he turned the topic back to business.

He looked at the man quietly for a while, and suddenly thought of a possibility: "Brother, you never chat with me, don't you know what to say?"

Wen Jinfeng stopped talking and regained his composure, leaning back on his chair: "You're overthinking it. I just think that given our current situation, there's no need to waste time on those boring chats."

Wen Xin felt like he had suddenly discovered the real reason why Wen Jinfeng ignored him when he was a child, which was a bit ridiculous.

Then, he looked at the intelligence data in his hand, and clenched his fingers lightly, as if thinking of something.

"elder brother."

"Um?"

"What kind of person is your mother?"

Wen Jinfeng instinctively wanted to change the subject: "Why are you asking this?"

"When I was little, someone told me that my mother died giving birth to me, and that's why you and father don't like me."

This sentence was like a bolt from the blue. Wen Jinfeng's face suddenly turned cold, and his eyes were extremely sharp: "Who? Who told you that?"

Wen Xin thought about it carefully and smiled helplessly: "It's been too long, I can't remember it, but I feel that there are quite a few people who say this."

"Whether I'm eating, looking up words in the dictionary, playing games, drinking water, or before going to bed, I can hear similar remarks."

The situation the young man described is suffocating just by thinking about it.

After all, how old was Wen Xin at that time, three or four years old?

How many years had he listened to such heart-wrenching words? Could he have really believed that he had killed his mother?!

Wen Jinfeng's emotions fluctuated dramatically. He was so angry that his face was tense and his eyes seemed to be filled with murderous rage.

After a while, he tried to calm himself down: "...I seem to have some impression."

"One weekend when I went home, I found that all the servants in the house had been dismissed by my father. Even the old housekeeper in her sixties was packing her luggage. I asked my father about it, but he just said that those people were not of good character and told me not to bother with it."

From then on, the Wen family did not hire any more maids or nannies. In addition, Wen Jinfeng was a boarding student, and his father, who knew that he did not have much time left, kept him by his side to indoctrinate him in all the important matters of the company. The huge villa became even more deserted.

In that indescribable loneliness, Wen Xin changed from a child who would hold a potted plant and happily call his brother to a taciturn person.

Wen Jinfeng rubbed his temples vigorously.

Looking back on those days, many things seemed strange and suspicious.

The old butler has been with the Wen family for nearly twenty or thirty years. He is like a family member, even if he is not one. Who has the ability to convince him?

Is it that the other party spends so much effort just to increase the psychological burden of a half-grown child and make him become inferior and sensitive?

Compared with the ups and downs that followed, that period of time could be described as calm and peaceful. His father was still alive, and his younger brother was naive and cute. Wen Jinfeng would often take out the photos when no one was around, and recall with nostalgia the sweetness left in those yellowed years.

Wen Jinfeng's absolute trust in his father also made him never think about worrying about the past.

Until today, Wen Xin suddenly revealed the secrets of the past, shattering the warm and sweet filter in his thoughts.

Wen Xin stared at Wen Jinfeng's shocked and angry expression, and realized that the other party was unaware of this matter. The stone in his heart inexplicably felt lighter.

"It's my problem. When my father said it was okay, I should have asked one more question... Tsk!"

Wen Jinfeng suddenly put down his hand, as if this incident had dealt him a heavy blow.

Wen Xin shook his head, met Wen Jinfeng's gaze, and said softly, "I still remember my father, but I don't have any impression of my mother...at all. She died because of me..."

When he said the last few words, Wen Xin clasped his hands together, involuntarily exerting force, and for some reason he was a little afraid to finish his words.

This problem weighed on his mind for more than twenty years.

Over the past twenty years, the wound and the thorn have grown together tightly, so that every word Wen Xin speaks carries with it the pain and trembling of tearing open the scar and digging out the festering blood.

Wen Jinfeng said decisively: "No!"

He quickly turned to look at the young man, his eyes flickering, and his tone was harsh: "Don't think too much. At that time, I, I did... blame you."

It was a fact that she had a difficult birth. After Wen Xin became pregnant, her mother's energy dropped drastically. She was in a trance all day and almost had several accidents. Her health gradually deteriorated after that.

But Mother Wen stroked her belly, smiled softly and said to Wen Jinfeng: "You know, Jinfeng, it was your brother who saved Mom's life."

【Author’s words】

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