Wenmer felt very unhappy, but there was nothing he could do about it.
He had never experienced anything like this. Compared to the many changes in Xia Lian's family, his family was very harmonious. His parents were loving, and their son was... well, he was alright.
In addition, their family background is also quite good, which is the kind of family that countless people dream of.
Looking at the collapsed, broken figure inside, Wen Mo shook his head.
Maybe we should just let it go. After all, we can't really hang Xia Misheng up and beat him up. If he doesn't bother Lianbao anymore, he can just be treated as a passerby.
However, in Xia Lian's eyes, they might be even lower in status than passersby, the kind of people who would annoy her at first glance.
Wen Mo knew her well. Because she was terrified of being poor, she was overly frugal. Xia Lian always treated money like a treasure, but now, seeing that bank card with 100,000 yuan on it, she could only feel inexplicably nauseous.
Even if he had come to help when his mother was hospitalized, it would have shown him some conscience. But he came to give money now, even though the funeral was several months ago. In Xia Lian's eyes, this 100,000 yuan is nothing.
"Are you alright?" Wen Mo asked worriedly when he saw that she seemed a little dazed.
Xia Lian's steps were heavy, and after a long while she shook her head.
I had almost forgotten about this person, but now they've reappeared on my face.
Honestly, I felt nothing but disgust. I didn't even have the slightest sense of having a father. If I could, I would even wish that Natsumi had never come here.
"I'm fine."
"You don't look like you're alright at all."
Wen Mo frowned slightly and pulled her back to sit on the chair in the corridor. Su Juan seemed to have almost fallen asleep while waiting. When she opened her eyes, she happened to see the two children returning and mumbled, "You two are back."
Rubbing her sore eyes, she glanced inside. "What did they say inside? Did your father explain it to him properly?"
Wen Mo nodded, feeling a little sorry for Su Juan waiting outside for so long. "Mom, why don't you go back first? We're not children anymore."
"Don't talk nonsense." Su Juan rolled her eyes at him and patted Wen Mo's head. "What are you two if not children? You're not even adults yet, but you want to act like adults?"
She was very worried that something might happen, which is why she rushed over. In addition, Xia Lian is a girl, so she would feel more at ease if a female companion was with her.
"Let Wen Yiquan have a good talk with that guy. What kind of person is he?"
She already knew everything about Xia Misheng. Because she had such a good husband as a role model, Xia Misheng seemed even more extraordinary.
The sounds inside could be heard clearly from outside. He only just found out his daughter's name. How could someone like that be a father? The bar for fatherhood is far too low.
She really felt sorry for Xia Lian, a girl who had already suffered so much.
Just as the group was chatting, the interrogation room door opened again, Wen Yiquan said a few more words to the back of the room, and then closed the door.
"Finally out." Su Juan muttered unhappily, got up and snatched his coat, draping it over her shoulders. "I was freezing, you were talking in there for so long."
"Uh...it might have been a bit long, hehe."
Wen Yiquan scratched his head awkwardly, letting her take the clothes.
Even adults sometimes act cute.
"So, what did he say? What's he thinking now?"
"Let's just say it like that, let's be frank. Basically, Xiao Lian doesn't want to see you right now, so don't think you can keep bothering her in the future. That's pretty much what I said."
The police officer was also there to mediate. Although he didn't know if Xia Misheng had listened, he had said everything he could. Regardless of whether Xia Misheng listened or not, he had done his best.
"Alright, let's go home. It's almost eight o'clock." Wen Yiquan glanced at his phone, then pulled his family towards the door.
Just a few seconds after they took their first steps, they heard the sound of a door opening behind them.
Looking back, Xia Misheng was huddled by the door frame. He walked up to Xia Lian, hesitant to speak.
Seeing this, Wen Mo reached out and shielded Xia Lian behind him. Wen Yiquan and Su Juan stood on the left and right respectively, completely blocking Xia Lian from view.
"What do you want to do?" Wen Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.
Xia Misheng swallowed hard, her body trembling slightly involuntarily, and finally slapped herself hard across the face.
"Smack...!"
A bright red handprint landed on his face. He bent down and whispered, "I'm sorry..."
He then staggered away in front of everyone.
Xia Lian pursed her lips, her cold eyes revealing no emotion. Finally, she shook her head and tugged at the back of Xia Misheng's robe.
Xia Misheng was clearly stunned, turning around to stare blankly at her own daughter.
“You should apologize to your mother, not to me.”
"Although I will not forgive you... neither will Mom."
After saying that, Xia Lian didn't hesitate any longer. She turned around and ran back to Wen Mo's side, disappearing at the end of the corridor with a few footsteps.
...
Su Juan looked out the window from the car, her face reflected in the window.
Will he correct it?
"Whether he changes or not is none of our business anymore. Whether he changes or not, we just need to live our own lives." Wen Yiquan gripped the steering wheel and stepped on the brake at a red light.
The two little ones in the back seat had no expression on their faces, leaning against each other, especially Xia Lian, who kept her lips slightly pursed.
"Let's take Mom home first, then we can take a taxi back. That way, Dad won't have to make another trip," Wen Mo suggested, leaning his head out of the front seat.
“It won’t hurt me to make another trip. Besides, it’s just driving. How tired can I be from taking my son and daughter home?” Wen Yiquan said loudly on purpose.
Su Juan's eyes darted around, and after a while, as if she had an idea, she said with a smile, "How about you two stay here tonight?"
"Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?" Wen Mo frowned slightly.
There are indeed enough rooms in the house: a master bedroom, a second bedroom, and a guest bedroom. All three wishes were fulfilled at once.
"Oh, my two darlings, what trouble is there in coming home! I'll cook you something delicious in a bit!" Su Juan was clearly much more excited.
Wen Mo hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Xia Lian.
"Do you want to go?"
Xia Lian nodded almost without thinking, "If Wen Mo goes, then I'll go too."
Hearing this, Wen Mo no longer hesitated and grinned, "Alright then, let's go straight home."
Back at their original home, Wen Yiquan didn't say anything, but he also smiled and chimed in, "Okay, bring my son, daughter and wife home."
Xia Lian was somewhat dazed.
Even though Xia Misheng had just called her "daughter," she only felt disgusted.
But when her uncle truly treated her like a daughter, she couldn't help but relax.
My heart feels warm.
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