Chapter 49 Your Brother
Chapter 49
The bright lights in the lobby are warm yellow, casting a shadow on Wen Guoqing's handsome face. There are some fine lines at the corners of his eyes due to his age, but he does not look old but instead adds a touch of gentleness. His fox eyes, which are very similar to Wen Xi's, flash with some traces of moisture, making him look like a kind father who has been reunited after a long separation.
During the three years when his family was broken up and his loved ones died, Wen Xi thought Wen Guoqing was dead every minute and every second.
Only when Wen Guoqing died could Wen Xi reluctantly accept the reality that he had to repay a million-dollar debt for his deceased father.
Even if he hadn't died, Wen Xi also resented the hope that Wen Guoqing, who had fled the country in a hurry, would have no identity and no money and could only wander the streets of a foreign country, living a miserable life. He might have been beaten and scolded, and might have fallen seriously ill and died in a strange bridge tunnel with no one paying attention to him.
He could only think this way. Only by becoming Wen Ran's last relative could he grit his teeth and persevere, persist in working hard with only five hours of sleep a day, persist in repaying one million in three years as a minor, and persist in immorally and insincerely approaching a person who was truly good to him.
Obviously, everything is going in the right direction. He met someone he liked and won the championship. As long as he returned to China and confessed the truth, Yanjue would help him settle his debts and he would get back on the right track. He would return to Yongning Town with the person he liked and his sister, reunite with his mother whom he hadn't seen for a long time, and then devote his life to scientific research, have an ordinary and happy life, and then naturally forget all the sufferings of the past.
Perhaps one day when we recall that difficult time, we can calmly say, "It was a little hard, but it's all over." Suffering can also become a joke that those who survive a great disaster will be blessed in the future.
But fate always seems to be against him.
His mother died tragically, his sister was left alone, and he was struggling to survive, but the culprit Wen Guoqing did not live a miserable life. Even now, he is wearing high-end suits and leather shoes, a Vacheron Constantin watch worth no less than one million, and standing neatly in the magnificent hotel lobby that Wen Xi had spent three years to get to, and he said calmly, "Long time no see, son."
The illusion that everything is going well is false.
Wen Guoqing is not dead, and is even living better than anyone else. The only things on his face that cannot be covered are some fine lines at the corners of his eyes.
Wen Xi felt cold all over, and it seemed as if there was a bottomless hole in his heart, with cold wind howling in and out.
The appearance of Wen Guoqing made Wen Xi feel like a funny clown. She was looked down upon by her biological father who said "I gave birth to her because I loved her". She was self-moved and pretended to be strong.
Wen Guoqing's hand was still in the posture of shaking hands with Yan Jue. Before Yan Jue could react, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone. Wen Xi held his hand and released his arms.
The world champion medal, a symbol of honor, fell to the ground with a bang, hitting the tile floor with a loud noise.
Broke the peace.
Yan Jue subconsciously bent down to pick it up. The iron medal with a layer of gold coating felt warm in the boy's hand. The moment he stood up, Yan Jue heard the heavy and rapid breathing sound coming from Wen Xi's throat, like a broken bellows.
Yan Jue's heart trembled, he gripped the gold medal tightly, stepped forward to support Wen Xi's shaky back, his palms pressed against her slender back, and the uncontrollable slight trembling was transmitted to Yan Jue's palm without any obstruction.
Wen Xi's face was pale, and his rosy lips were completely bloodless. He looked horrible, as if he had suffered a serious illness. He stared at Wen Guoqing in front of him.
"Wen Guoqing."
Wen Xi's voice was very hoarse. Wen Guoqing just nodded and calmly took back the hand that was reaching out to Yan Jue.
His eyes fell on the intimate posture of Wen Xi and Yan Jue, his expression changed for a moment, and soon his gaze returned to Wen Xi's face, his brows slightly furrowed, as if wondering how Wen Xi, who called his father by his name, had become an impolite naughty boy.
"Long time no see, son."
The opening remarks of a long-awaited reunion.
"Wen Guoqing, why didn't you die?"
Wenxi said it again, without screaming or roaring, her tone was very light, expressing her confusion from the bottom of her heart.
There was silence for a moment.
"You are so bad, why don't you die?"
The smile on Wen Guoqing's face disappeared. He stared at Wen Xi quietly, with a hint of apology between his eyebrows. After a while, he took two steps forward and bowed his head slightly: "Sorry."
The lights in the lobby were bright and shining, falling on Wenxi's pale face. His jaw was taut, his eyes were red, and the suppressed sorrow, anger, pain and confusion seemed to flow out of his dim eyes like a tide.
Feel sorry.
The light word "sorry" hit Wenxi like a hammer. His heart was bitter, his eyes were white, and he felt dizzy and couldn't stand.
Can a simple "sorry" save a mother who got cancer due to overwork and who before her death was apologizing for not being a good mother and who died in pain because she had no money to buy medicine?
What about the days when he hid in City A like a stray dog, was threatened by debt collection calls every month, was kidnapped when walking at night and forced to accept debts that did not belong to him, and did not dare to go home on the three anniversaries of his mother's death?
He was isolated and helpless. In order to survive, he could only hide the property certificate in an urn to avoid the debt collectors' search. He went from house to house begging people to look after Wen Ran temporarily. He braved the heavy rain, and dug up his mother's grave with his own hands, his hands were covered in blood from being rubbed by stones, because no one dared to take over this hot potato. What did it matter if he knelt down and begged for someone to sell the house and got his head broken?
Wen Ran has been an orphan since she can remember, has never seen the outside world, and could only live in a small boarding school for three years. She was restrained and had no freedom, so what is the role of Wen Ran, who is curious about the unknown and wants to be an astronaut?
Wen Xi clenched his fists, the muscles on the back of his hands were tense, and his slender back was as straight as ever, like a tough green bamboo. It seemed that nothing could knock him down, but at this moment his whole body seemed to be about to break, as if all the pain in the world fell on him at this moment.
Someone hugged Wen Xi from the back, and a strong and warm embrace surrounded him. His numb and cold clenched fists were forcefully pried open and his fingers were interlocked.
"I am here."
Yan Jue hugged Wen Xi from behind, and the hot body temperature of the other person was continuously transmitted from the tightly pressed palms. Wen Xi looked up, and the man pursed his lips, his tone was low but calm, with the magic of soothing people: "Take a deep breath, Wen Xi, calm down."
Wenxi held Yanjue's hand tightly, and the man tacitly held it tightly back. He used force and it was a little painful, but the pain made Wenxi feel that she was still alive and loved, and not a cold and lonely ghost.
Wen Xi breathed heavily, following the rhythm of the hands soothing her back, and forced herself to exhale the anger that had accumulated in her heart, and her breathing gradually became steady.
Wen Xi looked at Yan Jue with some difficulty. His eyes were red and he opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Yan Jue seemed to know what he was thinking. He placed his large hand on his back and stroked the back of his neck. He rubbed it soothingly and whispered, "Don't be afraid. I will always be with you."
There was a chill between the man's brows, but his deep black eyes looking at Wen Xi were as calm and gentle as ever.
As their eyes met, Wen Xi's confused thoughts came together again. His heart felt warm but also a little sour. His eyes felt a little hot and he drooped his eyelids.
Yan Jue rubbed the back of his neck vigorously. He leaned slightly against Wen Xi's ear and spoke in a hoarse voice with a hint of coldness: "No one can bully you. If you want to get angry, just get angry. I will take care of you no matter what you do. Do you understand what I mean, baby?"
The violence in these words could hardly be concealed, some might even say they were cruel and dark, but Wen Xi's shattered sanity finally came together again.
"Yeah." Wen Xi's throat moved, and he squeezed the back of Yan Jue's hand three times to tell him that he was fine. Yan Jue let him go again, but the two of them still held hands together.
Wen Xi thought that he was no longer isolated and helpless like he was three years ago.
Rationality and confidence surged back in Wen Xi's heart. He pursed his lips, turned his head and looked coldly at Wen Guoqing who had been silently gazing at him and Yan Jue.
Wen Guoqing reached out and tried to grab Wen Xi's arm, his tone was full of self-blame: "Xixi, Daddy is sorry for you."
"There are only three of us here. Wen Guoqing, who are you pretending to be for?" Wen Xi interrupted him, "I'm an orphan, and my father died a long time ago. If you have something to say, just say it."
Wen Xi stepped back, and Wen Guoqing withdrew his outstretched hand in dismay, his face turned pale, and they looked at each other for a moment. Wen Guoqing took a step back and returned to his gentle and polite appearance when they first met.
"You hate me, I understand." Wen Guoqing said: "But talk to me, I know you have a lot of doubts."
After a long standoff, the pair of deep brown eyes just stared at him quietly, and some fragmented, barely warm memories of his childhood flashed through Wen Xi's mind.
Wen Xi did not think that Wen Guoqing came to him to compensate him after he became successful in a foreign country, but he would only feel safe if he understood why the other party suddenly appeared.
Since Wen Guoqing came forward himself, Wen Xi had no intention of letting him go.
Wen Guoqing must pay the price for his actions.
Wen Xi turned to look at Yan Jue, who nodded and patted him on the back soothingly: "I'll stay with you."
Wen Xi pursed her lips and looked at Wen Guoqing coldly: "You lead the way."
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This hotel is quite expensive, and the reception room on the first floor is only available to members. Wen Guoqing took them to an independent lounge on the first floor near the lobby.
The lounge was very large, with uniformly magnificent and luxurious decorations. There was expensive red wine on the table, and there was a closed door in the room.
The two sat facing each other, looking at each other in silence.
Wen Guoqing poured a glass of wine and handed it to Wen Xi. Wen Xi didn't take it, so Wen Guoqing put it in front of him naturally.
Wen Guoqing glanced at Yan Jue who was standing behind Wen Xi and poured himself a glass of wine.
Wen Guoqing suddenly said: "Actually, I didn't come here alone today."
Wen Xi frowned: "What do you mean?"
"After coming to Country M, I remarried," Wen Guoqing said with a soft smile, "You have a younger brother who is two years old this year."
Wen Xi looked at Wen Guoqing in a daze, and an impossible possibility slowly came to his mind.
Click——
The tightly closed door inside the room opened, and a familiar figure appeared in sight. He was tall with blond hair and blue eyes. In the man's arms, he was holding a mixed-race child with blond hair but black eyes. There was even a lucky charm that Wen Xi had asked for himself hanging around his neck.
Wen Xi stood up suddenly, and his clothes hit the wine glass on the table. The glass fell to the ground with a snap, breaking into pieces, and the bright red wine splashed all over the floor.
Wen Xi's heartbeat and breathing stopped. He looked into Olivier's complicated eyes and felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, with his hands and feet freezing cold.
"You hate me, that's okay."
Wen Guoqing stared at Wen Xi with his dark brown eyes without blinking, and spoke word by word: "But blood ties cannot be severed."
"Get acquainted, son."
“This is your brother Wen Can.
"English name, Joseph."
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