Wen Ziqing used hidden power, and He Jingjing "floated" down from the second floor without making a sound. Wen Ziqing even moved He Jingjing's position towards her guest room, making her "faint" at the foot of her window.
Although Wen Ziqing didn't know what Wen Yiran wanted to talk to him about, his years of military service had made him cautious. Furthermore, whenever he thought of He Jingjing trying to get her hands on him while he was unconscious, he felt sick. He naturally couldn't let this annoying "thing" of He Jingjing stand in front of him.
Monks are quick. Wen Ziqing did all these things in one go, and by the time he opened the door, it had taken less than ten seconds. Therefore, from Wen Yiran's perspective, Wen Ziqing opened the door as soon as he knocked, without the slightest hesitation.
"Ziqing, are you okay? I heard from your aunt Xiuli that you haven't come downstairs for a few days?" The moment Wen Ziqing opened the door, Wen Yiran had already scanned Wen Ziqing from head to toe. Seeing that Wen Ziqing was neatly dressed and in good spirits, Wen Yiran secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, Wen Ziqing had never called Wu Xiuli "Mom," not even "Auntie." When they were little, Wu Xiuli often taunted Wen Yulong about this, saying Wen Ziqing couldn't even call out names and was probably mute. Wen Ziyun and her siblings, hearing Wu Xiuli's comments so often, called Wen Ziqing "little mute" behind her back. Wen Ziqing was aware of the ill will Wu Xiuli and her two children harbored towards him, but he never took such innocuous verbal insults to heart. Expectations breed hurt, and from childhood, Wen Ziqing had never expected affection from Wu Xiuli and her friends, so such hostility was unconcerned.
Wen Yiran had never spoken to Wen Ziqing in front of Wu Xiuli, so thinking about this question of address was a bit awkward. Wen Yiran certainly wouldn't force Wen Ziqing to call Wu Xiuli "Mom," so he had to vaguely use the three words "Auntie Xiuli" instead.
"Grandpa, I'm fine. Come in and sit for a while. I've made some breakthroughs in my skills these past two days, and I lost track of time..." Wen Ziqing invited Wen Yiran into the room to talk. Would Wu Xiuli be worried about him? The sun was rising from the west, which was about right. A sense of caution welled up in Wen Ziqing's heart.
Wen Yiran stood at the door and could see that the sheets on Wen Ziqing's bed were neatly laid out and the quilt was neatly folded. It was obvious that Wen Ziqing was not lying and he had not slept for the past two days.
"Ziqing! Practicing is important, but your health is more important! Don't be too eager to achieve success in anything you do." After Wen Yiran knew that Wen Ziqing locked himself in the room to practice, he quickly gave him some advice.
From childhood to adulthood, Wen Ziqing had been invisible in the Wen family. Aside from Wen Yiran, no one else paid attention to him. Wen Ziqing didn't expect attention from anyone else, so he remained quiet and attentive. Looking at the tall Wen Ziqing, Wen Yiran suddenly realized that, unnoticed, the little Wen Ziqing had grown into a 5'8" tall young man. A flicker of guilt crossed Wen Yiran's heart. Wen Ziqing had lived in the Zhao family since he was twelve years old. Compared to him, his grandfather, Zhao Qingshan, his master, had given Wen Ziqing far more.
"Grandpa, I understand." Seeing the guilty look in Wen Yiran's eyes, Wen Ziqing understood his feelings. Wen Ziqing was still grateful for Wen Yiran's concern.
"Oh my! Ziqing! You haven't slept these past few days and nights, don't tire yourself out! Young people are so ignorant, they are so greedy after having tasted the pleasure of men and women, what will happen? I'll ask Aunt Wang to stew an old hen for you to nourish yourself." After a sound of footsteps, Wu Xiuli's voice sounded behind Wen Yiran. Wu Xiuli was wearing a pair of high heels today, and her steps on the wooden stairs made a "dong dong" sound. However, under the cover of Wen Ziqing's spiritual sense, even if Wu Xiuli was wearing a pair of woolen slippers today, all her actions were exposed. After Wen Yiran went upstairs, Wu Xiuli followed him, but Wen Ziqing never liked to pay attention to Wu Xiuli, so he pretended not to see such a person.
Wen Yiran was tall and was standing at the door, blocking Wu Xiuli's view of Wen Ziqing's room. Wu Xiuli thought that Wen Ziqing had been caught cheating by Wen Yiran and was very excited.
"What's the point of replenishing what? Aunt Wang is so busy all day long, how can she have time to make chicken soup?" Feng Xueying's voice rang out downstairs. Wu Xiuli's voice was so loud that even Feng Xueying downstairs could hear it. These days, under Wu Xiuli's "brainwashing", Feng Xueying also had many complaints about Wen Ziqing.
Wang Ma hid in the kitchen, not daring to say anything. She was just a housekeeper, so she had to do whatever the master told her to do. She might as well wait until Feng Xueying and the others had a good argument before stepping in.
Wen Yiran turned around and glared at Wu Xiuli. Wen Yiran was a grown man, and he never meddled in his daughter-in-law's affairs. But today, Wen Yiran was extremely disgusted by Wu Xiuli's actions. Not only had she been trying to sow discord between them in front of him, but now she was deliberately making the old woman unhappy with her eldest grandson. If it weren't for the fact that an old man hitting his daughter-in-law was unbelievable, Wen Yiran would have wanted to slap Wu Xiuli.
No wonder Ziqing is unwilling to call Wu Xiuli "Mom". There is no mother like Wu Xiuli in the world. Before the matter is clarified, she throws dirty water on Ziqing. Is she hoping that something bad will happen to Ziqing?
Wen Yulong's voice could be heard downstairs, softly comforting Feng Xueying. Neither Wen Yulong nor Wen Yulun went upstairs, but both remained in the living room. Wen Yulun was worried about Wen Ziqing, while Wen Yulong, as a father, seemed to be completely unconcerned. Wen Yulong's only hope was to get Feng Xueying to say a few good things about him in front of Wen Yiran.
"Ziqing~! Even though I'm not your biological mother, there are things I should be involved in. You've been messing around with Jingjing all day long..." Wu Xiuli continued to mutter. Unaware of Wen Yiran's expression, Wu Xiuli craned her neck to peer into Wen Ziqing's room. For Wu Xiuli, it was a rare opportunity to find Wen Ziqing's weak spot; she would be doing herself a disservice if she didn't strike back.
Of course, the hypocritical Wu Xiuli would not let Wen Yiran discover her ill will towards Wen Ziqing. She wanted to express her care through her words, but unfortunately her voice was too excited, revealing her gloating thoughts.
"What nonsense are you talking about? You believe everything you hear all day long. Is there any mother like you? Ziqing is the only one in his room, not even a female mosquito." Wen Yiran frowned and couldn't help but scold Wu Xiuli. This woman was a troublemaker, and her eldest son didn't care, which really made Wen Yiran furious.
At this time, Wu Xiuli saw the situation in Wen Ziqing's room through the gap when Wen Yiran turned sideways. Apart from Wen Ziqing, where was He Jingjing in the room?
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