After Si Wuan sent Si Han to the company, he drove Xia Weiyi back to the Si family.
Mrs. Si was waiting in the living room. When she saw him, she looked embarrassed: "Wu'an, come with me to the study."
Si Wuan nodded lightly.
Xia Weiyi looked at him worriedly. In his previous life, whenever Brother Wu'an and Uncle Si went to the cemetery, Mrs. Si would make a big fuss when they came back.
Mrs. Si didn't dare to make trouble for Uncle Si, so she could only vent her anger on Brother Wu'an.
In her previous life, Xia Weiyi would hide upstairs in fear, covering her ears to avoid Mrs. Si's indirect criticism and hysterical remarks, but in this life, she stood at the door of the study, folding her arms and listening.
Mrs. Si screamed from the study: "Si Wuan, you don't even have a mother like me. He asked you to go, so you went?"
"He's lost his mind. Have you lost your mind too?"
"I worry so much about this family. I humble myself in front of Si Han for you and Mu Mu. How do you treat me? My husband betrayed me, and my son is actually in cahoots with him. Si Wuan, are you going to make me die of rage?"
Si Wuan pursed his lips and said nothing. His eyes were cold, as if the hysterical woman in front of him was a stranger.
Seeing her son's indifferent look, Song Tang sternly shouted, "Kneel down."
Xia Weiyi's heart trembled outside the door. She looked towards the study and saw Brother Wu An standing upright, then slowly kneeling down, as elegant as a god.
However, this statue of god was wantonly pushed to the ground and insulted.
"Si Wuan, who did I end up like this for? You are now fully capable of containing Si Han. Why don't you take away all his power? Why don't you remove his position in the Si Group? Why don't you let him go home and be with me?"
"Wu'an, just think of it as a request from my mother. Please let your father accompany me and love me."
Si Wuan rolled his Adam's apple and said in a light tone: "I can't do it."
This angered Song Shang. She grabbed everything on the desk and threw it all at the kneeling man. "How could you not do it? You just don't want to do it, Si Wuan. You disappoint me so much."
Si Wuan stood there, bearing everything, his eyes like cold knives.
Song Chang cried and screamed, "Si Wuan, what's the point of me giving birth to you, you unfilial son."
Si Wuan's chest ached. He stood up and said calmly, "Indeed, you shouldn't have drugged him and used such despicable means to give birth to me. This wouldn't have happened."
"You, you!" Song Chang widened her eyes with tears in her eyes.
Si Wuan didn't stay any longer and stood up to leave, ignoring his mother's shouts behind him.
He walked out of the study indifferently and met Xia Weiyi's eyes who was standing not far away.
There was no emotion in his eyes and he walked away expressionlessly.
Xia Weiyi's heart ached. She stared at him for a long time. She had never heard of the insults that Mrs. Si had said to Brother Wu'an in her previous life, but now she heard them in this life. She didn't know what to do.
Walking up to the second floor with heavy steps, the moment she closed the door, she heard Si Mumu choking and complaining, "Mom, why did you scold and hit my brother? It's obviously not his fault. You know Dad's character. Who dares to disobey him?"
"Mom, my brother is so nice, why do you treat him like that?"
Yes, Brother Wuan is such a good person, why do you insult and beat him?
At night, Xia Weiyi clutched the ointment, thinking about it over and over again, unable to sleep. He changed his clothes, quietly went downstairs and left the Si family.
Standing in the night, looking back at the Si family's house, it was silent and dull, like a cage.
She walked for a long time and finally reached the main road, hailed a taxi, and rushed to Si Wuan's apartment.
This decision tonight was very bold. Her heart was in her throat. When the taxi stopped at the door of the apartment, her legs almost collapsed to the ground when she got out.
Holding the ointment tightly in my hand, I insisted on walking into the apartment.
She opened the door with the fingerprint lock. In the dim living room, only a small light was on.
The man was lying on the sofa, his black shirt unbuttoned, his cold white skin like the white jade Guanyin. He was obviously unruly and didn't dress properly, but he gave people the urge to kneel down and worship him.
There were several bloody marks on his chest, which looked extremely hideous.
Xia Weiyi held her breath and stared at him.
The man slowly turned around, his dark pupils reflecting her figure. The girl was wearing a white dress, pure and attractive, exuding a clean air. He sat up and sneered, "It's so late, why are you here? Go back."
Xia Weiyi clenched the ointment in her hand: "I know you are injured, let me apply the medicine to you."
She walked over and quietly recommended the ointment in her hand: "This ointment is very effective. I guarantee that after applying it, you won't feel any pain anymore."
Si Wuan's face was filled with a strong sneer: "Put down the ointment, and go away."
Xia Weiyi's heart trembled at his coldness and ruthlessness. She licked her lips and said, "It's already eleven o'clock. I'm scared."
“Why weren’t you afraid when you came?”
"When I came here, I was actually afraid, but I was only thinking about giving you the ointment."
Si Wuan's eyes shifted away. It was dark outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. She was wearing so little and came to see him without worrying about anything bad happening on the way.
This happened to him every time he accompanied his father to the cemetery.
His father knew about it, but he still insisted on driving him to the cemetery. He couldn't help but feel amused. It had been like this since he was a child. Two adults didn't want to solve the problem properly, but had to get their children involved.
After being verbally abused and beaten by his mother, he would be covered in blood. He never treated it, simply rinsing it with cold water. He felt no pain, perhaps having grown accustomed to it. When he was little, if his father didn't come home, his mother would go crazy, venting all her hatred for him on him.
"Brother Wu'an, let me apply ointment for you."
After he finished speaking, Xia Weiyi came over, squatted beside the sofa, opened the ointment, crushed a little, and applied it on the bloodstain on his chest. Her fingers were slightly cold and trembling, but they did a good job of relieving the burning sensation on his skin.
"Why are you shaking?"
"Nothing... nothing."
Xia Weiyi focused on applying the ointment, not leaving any wound untouched: "Does it hurt?"
He chuckled, "Not bad."
"How can it be okay? It must be very painful, right?"
Si Wuan remained silent.
She waited for a long time, but when she got no answer from him, she looked up and saw the man's face was cold.
He stared at her delicate little face and uttered three words from his thin lips: "I'm used to it."
Her hands were shaking violently, and her eyes were red. "Why did Uncle Si and Madam Si torture you like this?"
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