0038 House Finches (2)
Who is Wanqi Fuze?
Lingling was already feeling dizzy, and the people in front of her were starting to become blurry and yellowish.
In a daze, she saw someone walking quickly towards her.
Who is that?
She didn't know Wanqi Fuze, only remembered Chen Yixu, who seemed silent but remembered every word she said, fought until she was covered in blood but never cried out in pain, guided her step by step, and gave her countless warmth...
Wanqi Fuze practically slammed his wine glass onto the table, startling the person he had just been talking to.
Sophie was bewildered by Wanqi Fuze's sudden outburst, but she didn't show it on her face. She just smiled and finished the wine he hadn't finished toasting with others. Then she grabbed Wanqi Fuze, who was acting strangely and was about to leave, and said in a low voice, "I don't care what's wrong with you. Grandpa is sitting inside. You better watch what you're doing."
She followed Wanqi Fuze's gaze and saw the girl named He Lingling not far away.
The girl seemed naive, her thoughts written all over her face. She didn't want to interfere in her brother's private life, but she couldn't help but have her own thoughts... Being too naive is tantamount to being foolish.
Only now does she understand why her grandfather, who has always acted with integrity, once resorted to means to destroy a marriage—it was simply because he didn't want to see his own flesh and blood suffer even the slightest harm.
Because of this girl, Wanqi Fuze was almost beaten to death by her father... That was also the first time she returned to China after leaving the country as an adult, but when she got home, she still didn't have time to persuade her father or see her younger brother.
The huge house was empty, except for her father. Sophie felt that her usually tall father looked old now. She had only been away from home for five years, and before she left, there were five people in the family. Even though the house was large, it felt cramped because her two younger brothers were always running around. How could it have changed so much that only her father was left...?
She threw herself onto Wan Qibo's body and burst into tears, finally letting out all the tears she hadn't shed when her mother died...
The father said that Xiao Yao still ran away. He beat him until he couldn't get out of bed, but Xiao Yao still pried open the window in the middle of the night and jumped off the second floor.
There were dark bloodstains in the grass downstairs, which stretched far into the distance.
He was trying to recall where things had gone wrong. Having served in the military for many years, he knew exactly where a person's weaknesses lay. He remembered Wanqi Fuze's expression at the time; based on experience, he wouldn't be able to get out of bed for at least three days.
Was he faking it? But clearly, although he didn't kill, he didn't hold back at all.
This imposing, battle-hardened father encountered an unsolvable problem at this moment. He suddenly realized that he no longer understood his son. Perhaps from the moment he sent him to D province, the only bond between them was blood ties, which could not be severed but could be used to hurt others and oneself when stretched.
Sophie still vividly remembers the disappointment and pain in her father's eyes. Xiao Yao was their parents' favorite child among the three siblings, and consequently, the most beloved by all their relatives. Even her grandfather, who usually had a stern face towards the children, couldn't help but smile when he saw him.
When she was little, she was often jealous of her younger brother; he seemed to receive far more love than they did. Yet, she couldn't help but be captivated by him time and time again—
A boy who is always like a little sun, so lively and cute that he can bring laughter to everyone. He has all the wonderful qualities in the world at such a young age. He melts the chocolate he got from his second aunt so that he can save it for his older sister and he can't bear to eat it himself...
Who wouldn't give more love to a boy like that?
How did such a boy become that serious, deep-thinking man?
Sophie knew the reason best. And from that moment on, she would never let him suffer even the slightest harm. She would protect her brother just as he had once shielded her with his small body.
Looking closer, He Lingling saw a boy who looked quite young. She hadn't been back to China in so long that she needed to think carefully to remember who he was.
In the instant He Lingling dodged, she saw the boy's right eye clearly, and it overlapped with the pair of eyes in her mind.
Guan Fei.
She thought to herself, "Grandpa Guan's eldest grandson, the current manager of Sishifang."
If I'm not mistaken, the smaller one in front of me must be Guan Kai, Guan Fei's half-brother.
Wanqi Fuze pulled the nearly drunk He Lingling into his arms and turned to the boy in front of him: "Looks like your brother hasn't been conveying his message properly lately."
Guan Kai smiled and tossed the gauze flower in his hand, watching it rise and fall, then grasped it tightly. It was the very flower that Si Lianbo had just put in Lingling's hair.
He seemed utterly unafraid of Wanqi Fuze, his words dripping with provocation: "My brother? Which brother are you talking about?"
Wanqi Fuze ignored the veiled meaning in his words, but his eyes darkened when he saw what Guan Kai was holding. He pulled the person in his arms tighter: "Guan Fei knows better than you what you should and shouldn't do. Listen to your older brother more in the future."
After speaking, he returned the same contemptuous look to Guan Kai, but perhaps due to the difference in age and perspective, the same look on Wan Qifuze was no longer frivolous, but oppressive.
"As for Guan Yue..."
The name immediately put Guan Kai on alert and filled him with anger.
"If I can keep him in there for seven years, I have the same ability to keep him in there for a lifetime."
The young man in front of him was clearly flustered. His previous playful demeanor was replaced by extreme anger. He watched as Wanqi Fuze was about to leave with the woman beside him, and then spoke again.
"Brother Fuze, Teacher He's alcohol tolerance is too low."
The person in front of him paused, but did not stop.
He was left alone among the guests, his expression still composed, but his fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.
It's okay, he reassured himself.
He had been preparing for this for many years, and the outcome could not be decided by a single conversation.
Guan Kai downed the strong liquor in his hand in one gulp.
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