"Old Wen, Old Wen! Look at our eldest grandson. I'm feeding him milk, but he doesn't want to eat and he's frowning." Feng Xueying saw that Wen Ziqing not only didn't want to eat milk, but also had a blank look in his eyes. Fearing that something might be wrong, she quickly held Wen Ziqing to Wen Yiran to see.
Wen Yiran hugged Wen Ziqing, reached out a hand to touch his forehead and back, and after finding nothing unusual, he stretched out a finger to tease Wen Ziqing's mouth. Wen Ziqing ignored Wen Yiran's finger, and just stared at Wen Yiran with his pair of black phoenix eyes, but there was no expression on his face.
Wen Yiran couldn't help but sigh and ordered, "Old woman, take Yulong's wife out to buy some food. I'll talk to Yulong."
It turned out that Wu Xiuli had married into the Wen family so long ago. He had thought it was a year after his mother's death. Wen Ziqing's heart sank as he heard Wen Yiran's words. The old one was gone, so it wasn't surprising to see a new one. But how did his mother die? Was she killed by these two scumbags?
Wen Yiran didn't notice that the person in his arms had a pensive expression. He said with a stern face, "Yulong, come with me to the study."
"Dad, let me go shopping with mom and the others! The weather is cold and the road is slippery, hehe..." Wen Yulong felt scared when he saw Wen Yiran's stern face. He would rather accompany his mother shopping than face his old-fashioned father alone!
"It's okay, Yulong~! Just talk to your dad. The vegetable market is not far away, and mom can carry it." Feng Xueying saw Wen Yiran's dark face and quickly tried to smooth things over.
After Feng Xueying and Wu Xiuli left, Wen Yiran said to Wen Yulong seriously, "Yulong, tell me, how did Aimei die? Did it have anything to do with you?"
"Dad, Ai Mei died of heavy bleeding after giving birth! How does it have anything to do with me? Oh, no, it has something to do with me. Ai Mei died while giving birth to our child." Wen Yulong felt a little guilty when Wen Yiran stared at him and asked him like this, but he restrained himself and looked at Wen Yiran with an innocent face.
"Yulong, let me tell you, a husband and wife must support each other in order to make progress together. I heard from your neighbor that before Ai Mei died, you and your wife had a quarrel?" Wen Yiran stared at Wen Yulong with eyes as sharp as knives.
"Dad, it's nothing." Wen Yulong's voice was a little hoarse, but he still managed to say this.
"That's good, Yulong~! I don't like Wu Xiuli. Her eyes are too lively and she doesn't seem like a loyal person. Since Ziqing is a child and no one is taking care of him, I agree to your marriage. But, let me make it clear to you that Wu Xiuli came into our family to take care of Ziqing. Don't let me know that you treat the child badly, otherwise..." Wen Yiran's tone was very stern.
"Dad, Ziqing is my child, how could I be mean to him? Li knows what is important and will definitely take good care of Ziqing." Wen Yulong guaranteed for Wu Xiuli.
Wen Yiran nodded with satisfaction, and then he sighed softly, "What a pity for Ai Mei."
Wen Yiran had a shred of suspicion about Cao Aimei's death. However, the people at the hospital confirmed that Cao Aimei had indeed died from excessive blood loss during childbirth. As an elder, he couldn't possibly suspect his own son just because of his daughter-in-law's death.
"Dad, I know we will raise the child well, please believe me." Wen Yulong vowed, almost patting his chest to make the promise.
"You... take care of yourself!" Wen Yiran ended the conversation after saying this. He ignored Wen Yulong standing by the desk and went to the yard with the child in his arms.
Wen Yiran's heart was in turmoil. He didn't want to confront Wen Yulong, as that would make him want to beat him up. Alas! He didn't have a child anymore, and he was already a father. If he chased after him and beat him up, it would be too disrespectful. Forget it, he decided to go watch ants with his eldest grandson in his arms.
Wen Ziqing, held in Wen Yiran's arms, was filled with rage. Mom was dead! He had only just glanced at her, and hadn't even said a word! How could this scumbag and bitch get married so quickly? It had only been a few months, and they were still using the excuse of taking care of him. He hated her so much! He hated her so much!
Wen Ziqing’s eyes went dark and he fainted.
Wen Ziqing woke up again, awakened by a sharp pain.
"You bastard, why aren't you dead yet! Why aren't you dead yet!!" Wu Xiuli's curse echoed in Wen Ziqing's ears, followed by waves of burning pain in his arm.
Wen Ziqing opened his eyes and saw Wu Xiuli's distorted face and a cold, shining needle in her hand, with a trace of bright red blood on the tip of the needle.
"Why don't you just die? Why are you standing in your brother's way?" Wen Ziqing was just beginning to lose consciousness when another sharp pain shot through his arm. Wu Xiuli pricked him a few more times before leaving with the needle, feeling satisfied.
Wen Ziqing looked down at his burning arm. There was only a few red marks on it, and no other scars.
Wen Ziqing knew that after a couple of hours, even the red marks would disappear, but the pain would linger, and he didn't know when it would disappear. This method was comparable to the ancient "palace tortures," killing without blood and wounding without leaving a mark.
He was only four years old at that time! Wu Xiuli was so cruel to a four-year-old child. How much she must have wished him dead! Wen Ziqing felt a chill in his heart.
The scene before him unlocked a distant memory for Wen Ziqing, a memory he had deliberately forgotten in his adult life. He wasn't afraid, but rather felt that a home like this wasn't worth staying in. It was best to have no connection to it. He didn't even want to hate them anymore.
Before the age of four, Wen Ziqing was often treated like this by Wu Xiuli. Especially after Wu Xiuli became pregnant, this scene would happen every few days.
After becoming pregnant, Wu Xiuli's temperament became very strange. Perhaps she felt that the baby in her belly had secured her the position of Wen Yulong's wife, or perhaps she really hated Wen Ziqing for taking away the Wen family's status as the eldest son and grandson, or perhaps Wu Xiuli's psychology was a little twisted... When Wen Yulong was not at home, Wu Xiuli would often use a long needle to poke Wen Ziqing's body, sometimes in the arm, sometimes in the thigh, and sometimes in the back. As long as Wu Xiuli "went crazy", she would grab Wen Ziqing and stab him fiercely. No matter whether Wen Ziqing cried or not, he could not resist Wu Xiuli's madness.
Wen Ziqing had no strength to resist. He could only shrink his body as much as possible, hoping that this "torture" would pass as soon as possible.
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