"Lao Wen, get out of the way." Feng Xueying gritted her teeth, looking like she was ready to rush up and tear Aunt Liu to pieces at any time.
If Wen Yiran was more careful, he would have noticed that Feng Xueying's whites of the eyes were covered with red bloodshot, and he would have also noticed that Feng Xueying was abnormal.
However, Wen Yiran was already filled with rage at Feng Xueying's series of actions. He didn't understand why the old woman had gone mad out of the blue.
"Director Feng, I didn't." Aunt Liu, hiding behind Wen Yiran, finally came to her senses. She had only made Secretary Wen a cup of tea. Didn't that count as stealing Director Feng's job? How could Director Feng even say she was trying to steal Secretary Wen's job? Although she was a widow, she had never harbored any ill intentions.
"Wen Yiran, are you going to protect that vixen Xiao Liu today? I'm telling you, your wife is me, Feng Xueying, not this vixen. If you keep protecting her, I'll fight you!" Feng Xueying's rage intensified when she saw Aunt Liu hiding behind Wen Yiran. Hadn't that position, that spot behind Old Wen, always been hers, Feng Xueying? When did her Old Wen start protecting other women?
"Xueying, you..." Wen Yiran finally understood what Feng Xueying meant. Xueying suspected that there was something fishy going on between him and Xiao Liu? How could he be having something with another woman?
Wen Yiran felt a loud buzzing in his head, and then everything went dark before his eyes. He fell down without even finishing his words.
When Feng Xueying saw Wen Yiran falling to the ground, she was shocked. The redness in her eyes faded away and her mind became somewhat clearer.
"Secretary Wen." Aunt Liu stood aside, wanting to help Wen Yiran but not daring to. Aunt Liu was almost frightened by Feng Xueying. She had done nothing but make a cup of tea for Secretary Wen, and Feng Xueying was already suspicious of her like this. She should stay away from Secretary Wen!
"Get out of here." Feng Xueying, who had regained her composure, felt an indescribable disgust when she saw Aunt Liu. She kept thinking, "This woman, Xiao Liu, is her enemy!"
"Oh, oh." Aunt Liu quickly gave up her seat to Feng Xueying and ran to the phone to dial the hospital emergency number. Secretary Wen looked worried. If anything happened to him, wouldn't she be so humiliated that she couldn't even clear herself of the blame? Thinking of this, Aunt Liu was on the verge of tears.
"Old Wen, Old Wen, wake up!" Feng Xueying knelt on the ground, not daring to move Wen Yiran's body. Wen Yiran's condition was very similar to the stroke she had experienced in the first aid class. Feng Xueying had worked as a battlefield nurse in her youth and knew a little about first aid.
Fortunately, Aunt Liu called in time, and the ambulance arrived quickly and carried Wen Yiran away quickly on a stretcher.
As Feng Xueying reminisced, her head began to throb whenever she thought of He Jingjing. She forced herself to endure the pain and recall the past, only to realize that she hated Aunt Liu because she had ill intentions towards Wen Yiran. Then, Feng Xueying fainted.
When Wen Yiran saw Feng Xueying started complaining of a headache while talking and then fainted, he thought Feng Xueying was avoiding the question and was so angry that he almost jumped up.
Fortunately, Zhao Qingshan and Wen Ziqing heard the noise upstairs and hurried downstairs to persuade Wen Yiran to stop. Just kidding, Wen Yiran's illness had cost Zhao Qingshan so much effort, how could he let his emotions fluctuate so much? Otherwise, Zhao Qingshan's efforts would be wasted.
So, although Zhao Qingshan and Wen Ziqing were upstairs, they left the downstairs space to the elderly couple. In fact, Zhao Qingshan and Wen Ziqing always had their ears perked up, and they were not embarrassed at all to eavesdrop on the couple's conversation.
Of course, the old man and the child would never admit to eavesdropping. With their hearing ability, they could hear the flutter of a mosquito's wings ten meters away from where they stood. Why would they need to eavesdrop? Those sounds were all made by the mosquitoes themselves!
As soon as Feng Xueying fainted, the master and apprentice ran faster than anyone else. Before Wen Yiran could react, the old man and the child were already standing in front of him.
"Brother Zhao! I'm sorry to have embarrassed you." Wen Yiran felt a burning sensation on his face and was embarrassed.
"We are two old brothers, and we are still talking about this?" Zhao Qingshan pretended to be unhappy and gave Wen Yiran a glare.
Indeed, if it weren't for Brother Zhao, I would have died long ago! Wen Yiran thought of his friendship with Zhao Qingshan and didn't bother to be polite. Over the years, Wen Yiran never said anything about repaying Zhao Qingshan, but in his heart, he always regarded Zhao Qingshan as his own family.
"Grandpa, there's something wrong with grandma!" Wen Ziqing stood aside and saw Zhao Qingshan lifting Feng Xueying's eyelids to observe her. He leaned over to take a look. The red bloodshot on Feng Xueying's whites made Wen Ziqing's heart clench.
In his previous life, Wen Ziqing was selected for a special training team, each with their own strengths. Besides being a decent martial artist, Wen Ziqing also possessed an exceptional memory. He could instantly replicate anything he'd seen, like a pattern.
There are some strange people in the special training team. Some are good at making poisons, some can understand the conversations of birds, and some can even control other people's minds...
During the years in the special training team, Wen Ziqing learned a lot and broadened his horizons.
"Ziqing, what did you find?" Zhao Qingshan knew Wen Ziqing would occasionally show off a few unusual skills, and he had no idea where he'd learned them. However, Zhao Qingshan wouldn't delve into the details. After all, everyone has their secrets. Just like he himself wouldn't share the Zhao family's martial arts secrets with Wen Ziqing.
"Grandpa, look at the whites of my grandma's eyes. Aren't there a lot of faint red bloodshot?" Wen Ziqing pointed at Feng Xueying's eyes and said to Zhao Qingshan, "Don't these bloodshot veins look like spider tentacles?"
Zhao Qingshan observed carefully and gasped. Indeed, the bloodshot veins on Feng Xueying's eyeballs, with the black pupils as their spider body, radiated outwards like spider tentacles.
What kind of strange disease is this? Why are there so many bloodshot eyes? Zhao Qingshan frowned in thought.
By this point, Wen Ziqing was certain that Feng Xueying was being controlled. While in the special training team, Wen Ziqing had witnessed a team member possess the ability to control others' minds. That person, through a medium, had controlled a vicious individual, forcing him to confess every evil deed he had committed.
Wen Ziqing once heard that team member say that the special ability he possessed was nothing special, and there was an upgraded version of the special ability that could remotely control one person to attack another person.
Feng Xueying's actions were very different from her usual behavior. Under normal circumstances, even if the affair between Wen Yiran and Aunt Xiao Liu was true, Feng Xueying would not do such a thing as fighting with Aunt Xiao Liu.
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