"Don't tell me what?" Shi Qingyuan's voice suddenly appeared at the door, scaring everyone.
The three people in the room looked over at the same time and saw Shi Qingyuan with a dark face. He must have heard their conversation.
Shi Wangting became nervous.
"Dad, it's nothing, we were just chatting casually." Shi Zengyue said nervously.
Shi Qingyuan snorted and walked into the house. "I'm sick, not stupid. Don't treat me as if I know nothing. Tell me the truth about what happened. If you don't tell me, I have plenty of ways to find out."
Looking at Shi Wangting lying on the bed with a bad complexion, Shi Qingyuan had already guessed what was going on. He knew that this was not going to work, so he wanted to scare them so that they wouldn't go too far and treat their bodies like cattle.
Shi Zengyue spoke up for Shi Wangting, "Dad might have drunk too much yesterday and didn't get enough rest, so my second brother is feeling a little dizzy today. I've already told him about it, and he promised to take good care of himself in the future!"
"You still call it cherishing when he fainted? What kind of cherishing is that!" Shi Qingyuan walked straight to the table and picked up Shi Wangting's notebook.
"Dad!" Shi Wangting's face changed drastically and he suddenly sat up again. Of course, his movements were not as fast as Shi Qingyuan who was standing.
Seeing Shi Qingyuan picking up the notebook and about to tear it up, Shi Wangting's face turned pale and he howled again, "Dad, please don't touch it!"
"Dad won't stop you from writing stories, but look at what you've done to yourself just to write them. You don't take care of your body, and I feel bad for my son! Do you have to sacrifice your life before you give up?!"
Shi Qingyuan was determined this time and tore the notebook into two pieces.
"Dad, give it back to me!" Shi Wangting no longer cared about the discomfort and struggled to rush forward.
The two patients were arguing with each other.
Suddenly, a slender hand reached out and snatched the notebook that was torn into two pieces.
Tao Wenwen ran out the door, holding half a book in one hand.
Now it was the turn of the father and his two sons to watch the door. They all looked at each other in confusion. No one expected her to help.
"Wenwen, give me the booklet." Shi Qingyuan stretched out his hand and said, "I'm going to skin this brat alive today and kill him!"
Tao Wenwen shook his head and said solemnly, "This won't work."
He didn't say why it didn't work out.
Shi Qingyuan thought she was only saying this to protect Shi Wangting, and said firmly, "This is my order. Don't worry about him causing trouble for you later. Just give me the notebook and get me a box of matches. I'll burn the notebook in front of him today. What's the big deal?"
"It's not great, but Uncle Shi, you'll definitely regret it after you burn it!" Tao Wenwen said, holding up the torn notebook to show Shi Qingyuan, keeping a safe distance between them, and said, "He wrote about us."
The notebook that was held up had a picture on one side and densely packed text on the other.
Qingyuan didn't look closely at the words because they were too far away to be seen clearly.
But the painting came into view clearly, and he recognized at a glance that it was of them, and Tao Wenwen was also in it.
This guy still has a conscience. Although he and Tao Wenwen don't seem to get along, he at least treats her as a family member.
Tao Wenwen in the painting is smiling, and when she is happy, everyone is happy too.
Shi Qingyuan looked at the painting and felt a little better. He stopped getting angry and said seriously, "No matter who it is, it's wrong not to take care of your body!"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
