Aunt Wang had assumed Wen Yulong and his family were visiting. She hadn't realized Secretary Wen and his wife had been ill for so long, and they still didn't know. "What a son and daughter-in-law! They're so careless, not caring about the elderly's daily life at all," Aunt Wang muttered to herself.
"Yulong, something happened, come down quickly." Wu Xiuli called out upstairs, her voice full of panic.
"What happened?" Wen Yulong heard Wu Xiuli's call from upstairs. He put down the clothes he was packing and rushed down from upstairs in a few steps.
"Dad, grandma is sick and lying in the hospital! What should we do? Wuuuu..." Wen Ziqiu told Wu Xiuli about Feng Xueying's situation before she did not forget to raise her hand to wipe the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes.
Wen Ziqiu didn't like Feng Xueying at all. It was Feng Xueying who allowed that man to continue living in this world, becoming the big brother who suppressed her and her brother. Bah! A little mute, is he worthy of this?
"What? Xiu Li, who told you that? Is it true? Dad didn't say anything just now." Wen Yulong was shocked. He didn't notice his daughter's pretense and thought Wen Ziqiu was really sad for her grandmother.
What happened this year? Was it a bad year? Wen Yulong had just returned home to find out that Wen Yiran had recovered from his illness, and now Feng Xueying was still in the hospital. His heart raced. He was the eldest son of the Wen family, and from childhood on, Wen Yiran and Feng Xueying had always valued him more than their two younger brothers. Hearing the sudden news of his parents' ill health, one could imagine the anxiety Wen Yulong felt.
"The housekeeper said that. I'm not very clear about the details." Wu Xiuli gently persuaded Wen Yulong: "Yulong, don't worry. Dad didn't say anything when we first came in. I think Mom's illness shouldn't be a big deal."
Wu Xiuli had always behaved properly and virtuously in front of Wen Yulong. Over the years, besides taking care of the children, Wu Xiuli had spent the rest of her time trying to figure out Wen Yulong's temper. After she spoke a few words, Wen Yulong's expression brightened a bit.
Aunt Wang in the kitchen listened to Wu Xiuli's words with palpable frustration. Wen Yiran hadn't told the children about Feng Xueying's hospitalization, but instead, she, the housekeeper, had spilled the beans. Regardless, the Wen family's impression of her was undoubtedly somewhat tarnished. Unexpectedly, Secretary Wen's eldest daughter-in-law, despite appearing delicate and frail, was actually quite skilled in the art of smearing.
No matter how unhappy Aunt Wang was, she didn't know whether she should come forward to explain. If she did, Wen Yulong might not believe her and instead think she had ulterior motives and was gossiping about the master's family behind his back. If she didn't explain, she didn't know what Wen Yulong would think of her.
Forget it! Whatever you want, do as you please! I'm just a small domestic worker, I'll just do it as long as I can!
Aunt Wang had just finished preparing breakfast to take to the hospital, packed it in a thermos, and carried it out in a basket. She had a lot to do, and she didn't have the time to sit here and speculate with Wu Xiuli.
"Auntie, are these for delivering breakfast to the hospital?" Wen Yulong asked quickly when he saw Aunt Wang walking to the door and was about to change her shoes.
"Boss, yes, I'm going to the hospital to deliver food," Aunt Wang replied, standing up. Aunt Wang had only been at the Wen family for a day or two, and besides Wen Yiran, she didn't know anyone else in the family. However, although Wen Yulong was wearing casual clothes, judging by the color and style of the material, Aunt Wang guessed he was an officer in the army. "Boss" seemed like a good name for Wen Yulong.
Seeing Aunt Wang being so respectful in front of Wen Yulong, Wu Xiuli felt relieved. Apparently, this housekeeper wasn't stupid either; she knew there were some people she couldn't offend. Their Yulong was the deputy commander of the Southern Military Region!
"Auntie, just call me Yulong. I'm going to the hospital right now, let me take these things over! You've been busy at home." Although Wen Yulong holds a high position in the army, he is very humble. Seeing that Aunt Wang is in her fifties and looks older than Wen Yulong, and they are at home, he can't let her call him "leader" all the time.
Besides, this was Wen Yiran's family's home. No matter how powerful Wen Yulong was, he couldn't possibly come to his parents' house and embarrass a domestic worker. His parents had been ill recently, and Wen Yulong understood how busy Aunt Wang had been. Now that the family was back, he definitely wanted to do his best to help wherever he could.
"Boss, I wouldn't dare to do that. If you don't mind, I'll call you Comrade Wen!" Aunt Wang felt relieved at Wen Yulong's affable attitude. She hadn't expected Secretary Wen's eldest daughter-in-law to be so unremarkable, while his eldest son was so approachable. It seemed Secretary Wen and his family had raised him well.
Wu Xiuli had no idea Aunt Wang looked at her this way, or else she would have been furious. In the military district family compound in City N, who wouldn't say that Wu Xiuli was kind and sincere?
At this time, Wu Xiuli selectively forgot that the people living in the military district family compound in City N were all Wen Yulong's subordinates and their families. Who would be so blind as to criticize her in front of Wu Xiuli?
Wen Yulong didn't know what Aunt Wang was feeling. He took the basket from her, put on his shoes, and left. When he heard the news that Feng Xueying was hospitalized, Wen Yulong's heart almost flew to the hospital. He would definitely not feel at ease if he didn't go to see her.
Wu Xiuli and Wen Ziqiu looked at each other, not knowing whether to follow or stay at home and continue cleaning the room.
Wen Ziyun, who was upstairs, was looking at Wen Ziqing's room curiously at this time and did not hear Wu Xiuli's call.
After all, Wen Ziyun was only twelve years old, and life hadn't yet eroded her innocence. For as long as she could remember, Wen Ziyun knew she and her brother had an older brother, four years their senior, who had always lived with their grandparents.
Over the years, Wen Ziqing has not been to City N. Wen Yulong was busy with work, and he was relieved to know that his parents would help take care of his child. He only cared about asking Wu Xiuli to send money to Qingshan City every month, but he didn't pay much attention to Wen Ziqing.
Wen Ziyun only remembered that every time he came to Qingshan City during the Lunar New Year, Wen Ziqing always had a cold expression on his face. Even when Wen Yulong asked him something, Wen Ziqing would purse his lips and remain silent. Wen Ziyun was very curious about Wen Ziqing, and whenever he came to Qingshan City, he would find a way to get close to Wen Ziqing.
At this time, Wen Ziyun had already pushed open Wen Ziqing's door. The room was empty, even the bed was bare, without sheets or quilts. It seemed that Wen Ziqing had not slept in this room for a long time.
Wen Ziyun suddenly wanted to live in this room. He wanted to see how his older brother, who usually had a blank expression on his face, would react when he saw him living in his room.
Wen Ziyun closed the door, excitedly dug out the sheets from the cabinet, and made the bed. Because the door was closed and his mind was unexpectedly excited, Wen Ziyun didn't hear the noise downstairs at all.
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