Despair was evident in He Nianhui's eyes.
Huo Junyang looked at him, a strange sadness welling up in his heart. He was very thin, as if a gust of wind could blow him over, and his face was bloodless, an unnatural paleness.
But fate seemed determined not to let him go.
He was born into this family, but living in this family was like living in purgatory.
“I don’t know why they treat me like this.” He Nianhui laughed self-deprecatingly. “My father has never liked me since I was little. In my memory, he has never smiled at me, let alone hugged me. As for my mother, she is sometimes nice to me and sometimes mean to me. Sometimes she coaxes and hugs me, and sometimes she beats me, even more severely than my sister…”
"And I discovered my sister's secret ten years ago."
"A secret?" Huo Junyang's heart skipped a beat. He had overheard Huo Jingnan and Pei Nian whispering that He Yining and Duan Jinrong were not related by blood.
"Yes." He Nianhui picked up a pen and casually drew on the paper. With just a few strokes, the distorted figures suddenly appeared like a bizarre horror film.
Huo Junyang could tell that the distorted face belonged to He Yining, who was holding a syringe and sticking it into herself.
"You're mistaken," Huo Junyang said in a low voice, "She stabbed you!"
“It was her own words.” He Nianhui’s four words were like four pebbles thrown onto a calm lake.
Huo Junyang was stunned for a moment, then listened as he continued, "This is the secret I discovered... I found out that she often injects herself with something. At that time, I was young and didn't understand things like drug use. I thought she was doing something bad, so I rushed to tell my mother. But my mother slapped me and told me to shut up and not to tell anyone."
“Especially…” he looked up and gave a bitter smile, “I can’t let my father know.”
Huo Junyang was a little confused. "Why?"
"Because He Yining has type 1 diabetes. No one in our family has this disease, but in Song Wan's family, everyone except her has it!"
Huo Junyang clenched his fist.
So that's what Huo Jingnan and Pei Nian were talking about... He Yining isn't the daughter of the He family. The real He family heiress is probably Song Wan!
"Is it because you discovered this secret that your sister treated you that way, spreading rumors that you're mentally ill?"
“Yes,” He Nianhui said, drawing on the paper, “who can believe the words of a madwoman? But the one who chills me the most in this family is not her, but my parents.”
"I was thinking... if I could get Sister Song Wan back, would my parents love me a little more?"
Huo Junyang didn't say anything, but patted him on the back sympathetically.
He Nianhui was oversimplifying things. Neither He Cangwu nor Duan Jinrong were easy to deal with.
But the secrets of this family are far more numerous than he has ever seen.
"I think you shouldn't dwell on this," Huo Junyang said, looking at him. "You need to protect yourself and get out of this awful place!"
"leave?"
"Yes, what's there to be nostalgic about? You have no choice in the matter, so I'll figure something out!"
A glimmer of hope flashed in He Nianhui's eyes, but it was quickly extinguished.
What remained in his eyes was the same darkness as before.
He gave Huo Junyang a grateful smile, but dared not hope for anything more. Huo Junyang now had a beautiful woman by his side; they were a well-matched couple, the envy of everyone. He was very happy…
So why should he drag him into this mess?
Seeing him happy is enough.
"Thank you." After a long silence, he slowly uttered these three words.
Huo Junyang laughed heartily, still wondering why this usually unruly guy had become so polite today.
"We're brothers, no need to thank me! I'm waiting for you to join my studio, let's create something amazing together!"
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the studio door opened, followed by the sound of high heels.
He Nianhui suddenly gripped his paintbrush tightly, his eyes fixed on the door like a wary rabbit in the jungle.
"So it's Young Master Huo here!" Duan Jinrong walked in with a smile, and greeted Huo Junyang respectfully. "Young Master Huo is a rare guest. Why don't you come to the living room? I'll have the chef prepare lunch right away. If you don't mind, please have lunch before you leave!"
Although Huo Junyang is usually carefree, he is quite meticulous when it matters.
He glanced at He Nianhui, then at Duan Jinrong's fake smile, and replied indifferently, "I should go back now. I've given all the drafts to Xiao Hui. He needs to review them quietly for me these next few days. I hope Mrs. He won't let anyone disturb him."
"Is my sister-in-law Pei Nian still training the female bodyguards in your house?" Huo Junyang smiled. "During this time, I will also ask my sister-in-law to keep a close eye on things. If any unauthorized personnel enter or leave Xiao Hui's room and studio, delaying our work on this manuscript, I will punish that person severely!"
Duan Jinrong was stunned.
This boy was young, but his words were firm and powerful. I heard that he was the youngest son of the Huo family, the one who was best protected. Unlike his older brother Huo Junyu, who was calm and domineering, he had not experienced much and his social circle was simple...
But after seeing him today, Duan Jinrong realized what it meant for a tiger father to have no dog son.
Which of the Huo family's sons is easy to deal with?
She smiled gently, a loving expression on her face, and looked at He Nianhui.
"Don't worry, Second Young Master, no one in the family dares to disturb Xiao Hui. He doesn't socialize much and just likes to write and draw in his room, so we just let him be."
"Is that so?" Huo Junyang sneered. "Auntie, you are Xiao Hui's mother, you should care about him more. He's been sick for so long, haven't you investigated the cause of his illness?"
"His father and I are both very busy..."
"No matter how busy you are, you can't neglect your children." Huo Junyang's eyes were sharp, but he smiled slightly. "That's what my parents said!"
"Yes," Duan Jinrong forced a smile. "Mr. and Mrs. Huo are right. They are good at raising their son, which is why their second son is so well-educated."
"Oh, right, Xiao Hui." She turned to He Nianhui, "Our family is hosting a dinner party this weekend to celebrate your father's collaboration with SL Publishing. Get yourself ready these next few days and come along!"
After Duan Jinrong left, He Nianhui watched her retreating figure and gave a bitter smile.
"Another act," he muttered. "At times like this, our whole family has to pitch in and pretend to be a harmonious family in front of outsiders... It's disgusting!"
Huo Junyang was speechless and could only pat him on the shoulder and sigh softly.
“It will end,” he said softly. “He Nianhui, believe me, you have suffered so much, God will give you an explanation.”
"Waiting for God's explanation is probably too late." He Nianhui scoffed, looking at Huo Junyang. "How He Yining has treated me these past ten years, I will repay her with interest!"
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