Chapter 52 Brothers
"Did you feed me porridge when I was little?"
After the memory flashed by, there was no trace of it when I tried to investigate further.
Just ask him.
Yu Jinnian's hand paused slightly, his inky black eyes fixed on Si Wan's face, but it was only for a moment before he lowered his eyes and scooped a small mouthful of rice porridge as usual.
"I didn't put any poison in this porridge, so why are you hallucinating after eating it?"
The man raised the corners of his lips, a very slight arc.
Just the right amount of banter.
Really? Si Wan also found it unlikely. The memories left by the original owner certainly didn't contain any inexplicable things.
Maybe it's because I've been overusing my brain these days?
"I've already made arrangements with my uncle, so he won't suffer. His food, clothing, and other expenses will be the same as at home."
"As for those media outlets, we'll settle accounts with them one by one after this incident. Cleaning them up now would be ineffective in terms of public opinion."
"Don't worry about the evaporation of market value. Leave it to me."
"My mother's attitude—you can ignore it."
"Don't worry, get some sleep tonight. Okay?"
Yu Jinnian was born with a natural ability to control the rhythm of his speech, neither fast nor slow, as if every word he said had to be put into Si Wan's heart.
Intended to comfort.
"Why should I worry? After all, you are the culprit." Si Wan chuckled softly, "If you hadn't pestered me, Dai Ke wouldn't have bitten me like a mad dog."
They are standing on the moral high ground and distorting right and wrong with a clear conscience.
She felt great.
What was even more satisfying was that Yu Jinnian pecked her lips helplessly and flatteringly: "I was wrong. You seduced me like a seductress. I couldn't help but pester you. You were also wrong."
"I seduced you?" Si Wan wanted to retort, but was interrupted by Aunt Fen who rushed in.
"Sir, there's a group of people at the door. They look ferocious and are yelling for you. It's so scary. Why don't you hide first!"
"I saw from the surveillance video that the man holding the little girl was holding a weapon."
Hearing this, Yu Jinnian fed the last mouthful of porridge into Si Wan's mouth without stopping, his tone still gentle: "Go brush your teeth, then go to bed."
Is this to get her away?
Si Wan lowered her eyes, doubt lingering in her eyes.
"Okay. Then come up quickly." Bao is a good boy.
Si Wan jumped off the kitchen counter, but her feet didn't even have a chance to touch the ground.
"You don't have to walk without shoes in the future." He gave her a helpless look, but wasted no time in carrying her back to the bedroom?
Aunt Fen: "..." What time is it now? Oh! It's so rare for a cycad to bloom!
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"Please come in." Yu Jinnian came down and sat down calmly on the sofa, waiting for the distinguished guest to arrive.
Aunt Fen knew Yu Jinnian's character, and she was worried that the visitor had bad intentions and might cause more trouble, but she also knew that she was not qualified to advise her own husband.
"Okay, I'll go right away." He agreed.
However, Aunt Fen went out and called Wen Qing before opening the door.
In the dark night, someone darker than the night almost ran into Jinyuan's living room like crazy.
"Yu Jinnian, please save Le Yao, she's in a very bad condition."
Jiang Hansheng rushed in like a crazy dementia patient and grabbed Yu Jinnian by the collar.
Liu Leyao's legs fell on the sofa, motionless as if she was asleep.
Jiang Hansheng seemed to suddenly remember that he had his daughter in his arms. He suddenly let go of Yu Jinnian's collar and hugged Liu Leyao tightly.
"Aunt Fenn, go get the adrenaline."
Yu Jinnian unbuttoned his shirt. He hadn't had time to change his clothes since he came back, and now his shirt was wrinkled again because of Jiang Hansheng's pulling.
"She has hemophilia. Vigorous exercise and trauma can be fatal. Is this how you take care of her?"
"Why the hell didn't you say it earlier?" Jiang Hansheng didn't know, he didn't know.
If Liu Leyao hadn't suddenly fainted while playing on the slide today, Jiang Hansheng would probably have thought his daughter was healthy.
"She's your daughter. How come you don't even know your daughter?" Yu Jinnian laughed sarcastically, "That's right. How can you have the nerve to bring her for a physical examination?"
"The medicine is here." Aunt Fen brought out a fully enclosed aluminum box.
"Put her down." Yu Jinnian said, opened the box, and skillfully drew a syringe of adrenaline corticosteroid into the syringe.
The movements were so skillful that it seemed like they had been done hundreds of times.
After the injection, Yu Jinnian instructed Aunt Fen, "Go get a blanket and some warm water."
In addition to the blanket and warm water, Aunt Fen also took another blanket and folded it into a small pillow for Liu Leyao.
The cotton swab was dipped in water and slowly applied to the little girl's mouth.
Although it was inappropriate, Aunt Fen felt relieved when she saw her young master's attentive actions.
The young master will definitely be a good father in the future.
"Let me do it." Jiang Hansheng suddenly snatched the cotton swab from Yu Jinnian's hand.
Yu Jinnian didn't say anything and left the sofa to make room for him.
"Take all the medicine with you. Don't set foot in Jin Garden again." Yu Jinnian turned and went upstairs.
"Wait." Jiang Hansheng stared at Yu Jinnian's back and pursed his lips: "You have taken good care of Le Yao over the years. From now on, I can allow him to call you uncle."
"...Get out." From a perspective that others couldn't see, Yu Jinnian's veins bulged from his neck all the way to his forehead.
Through the slightly opened gap in the bedroom, a single eye could see everything clearly.
Si Wan felt like she had gotten a big treat, and she was so excited that she forgot to close her mouth.
Oh my god! Could it be Yu Jinnian and Jiang Hansheng?
The hurried footsteps downstairs broke the dead silence.
"Son, are you okay?" Wen Qing came in her pajamas, her hair disheveled.
You can see how anxious they are.
He ran straight to Yu Jinnian without paying any attention to anyone else. Seeing that her son's face was tense and looked like he was ready to kill someone, she, who was eager to protect her son, immediately started cursing:
"I want to see who dares to come looking for my son..."
She turned her head.
The end of the words suddenly got stuck in his throat.
The man's pupils shrank as he stared at Wen Qing. The cold murderous intent in his eyes made her dream back to when she was seventeen.
In the cold winter of that year, the threshold of the Jiang family's dilapidated house creaked as people stepped on it, and a hundred-day-old baby in his cradle was crying weakly.
"What do you want to do to me, Madam Yu?" The man's voice was like an ice-cold scalpel, precisely cutting through the disguise she had built up for fifty-seven years. "What do you want to do to me, Jiang Hansheng? Hmm?"
Wen Qing staggered back half a step, her high heels scraping harshly against the carved chair back.
She saw the faint scar on the inside of the man's wrist, which was exactly the same as the one on the baby in the cradle.
It was made by her own hands.
"You..." Her voice suddenly became weak, and her curly hair scattered a few strands as she trembled violently, "You clearly... clearly..."
"Mingming what?" Jiang Hansheng showed the scar on the inside of his wrist. "Do you remember the color of the tiger-head shoes I wore that day?"
Wen Qing suddenly covered her mouth and stepped back, her lower back bumping into the cold antique display cabinet, and the celadon ornaments swayed gently in the glass cabinet.
Memories came flooding back: the figure of Jiang's father kneeling and begging, Jiang's mother's hoarse voice, and the baby wrapped in swaddling clothes... the tiger-head shoes with red soles and gold thread that she had embroidered herself.
Her knees gave way and she fell heavily to the ground.
The crystal chandelier seemed to be spinning overhead, cutting Jiang Hansheng's sneer into countless sharp fragments.
"Father has become a local bully who does all kinds of evil because of you." He walked up to Wen Qing, squatted down, and stroked the fine lines around her eyes with his pistol. "Oh, by the way, I changed my name."
Wen Qing just shook her head.
Jiang Hansheng laughed regretfully: "I'm not going to call you Jiang Xiaobao anymore. How can I call a piece of grass a treasure? Don't you think so?"
"It's infuriating, but I look exactly like that poor bastard you despise. Yu Jinnian does bear some resemblance to you."
"Is it true that the one you truly love, even the tadpole, has a shadow of your affection? Hmm?"
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