Chapter 50: Head Slashed
Chapter 50
After Wen Guoqing finished speaking, the room fell into deathly silence.
Oliver walked to Wen Guoqing's side, holding Joseph, who was pale but sleeping soundly. Facing Wen Xi's questioning, he avoided her gaze but spoke in fluent Chinese.
"Wenxi, this happened suddenly, but Joseph is your family, you have to get to know him."
He couldn't even pronounce his name properly on the Hedonie, but now he speaks Chinese so fluently.
The four words "your family" deprived Wen Xi of the ability to think. He stared at Joseph's eyes in disbelief, and felt a chill all over his body, almost unable to keep his balance.
Wen Xi looked at Oliver, who had the Little Prince badge on his chest.
Joseph, nestling peacefully in his brother's arms, had a pair of fox eyes that anyone who saw them would praise for their beauty.
No wonder Wen Xi felt that Joseph looked familiar. The mixed-race child with a pair of rare black fox eyes turned out to be Wen Guoqing's son.
Joseph, who was only two years old, looked almost exactly like Wen Ran when she was a child, except for his golden hair. However, when he was sick, he could lie peacefully in the arms of his father and brother and receive immediate treatment in the hospital. However, Wen Ran, who had a high fever on the train, could only stop crying by deceiving himself by stealing the motherly love of others.
Wen Guoqing is a 985 university student in the village. He is good-looking, eloquent and can easily marry a rich woman. However, he has another son, a son with congenital leukemia who can only live for another year. Wen Guoqing can't find a matching bone marrow. For this golden son, he remembered that there was a poor son on the other side of the ocean who was unknown whether he was dead or not, so he sent Oliver to the mainland to find him, which led to two seemingly accidental but inevitable contacts.
From the moment they first met to the moment Joseph showed up, Wen Xi imagined many reasons why Wen Guoqing came looking for him, good or bad, and even the slim possibility that Wen Guoqing had a change of heart and wanted to compensate them. But Wen Xi never expected that when they met again, his so-called biological father would actually come for his bone marrow.
Wen Guoqing is a complete bastard who abandoned his wife and children and did all kinds of evil things. But it was not until now that Wen Xi realized that Wen Guoqing could be even more shameless than he had imagined.
This kind of melodramatic plot would be criticized as vulgar in a novel, but now it is actually happening to him. Wen Xi feels that this world has gone crazy.
He clenched his fists, stood up straight, gritted his teeth and asked coldly, "So you came to me and asked me to do a bone marrow matching with Joseph?"
"It's not a match," Wen Guoqing shook his head calmly, took out a document from the briefcase beside him, and pushed it in front of Wen Xi: "You have successfully matched. I come to ask you to donate bone marrow to your brother and save his life."
"What?"
Wen Xi was stunned for a moment, and Yan Jue took the document first.
It was a bone marrow matching test report from the Advanced Genetic Testing Center of Country M, which showed that the agency had conducted advanced genetic matching on Joseph and Wenxi's blood samples.
Yan Jue took a quick look and turned to the last page. On the report were four big characters [Matching Successful], and the signature time was exactly eight o'clock this morning.
Wen Guoqing said calmly, "Bone marrow matching is most effective when it comes to matching relatives, but Oliver, I, and their mother all failed to match. Because of our mixed blood, Joseph has special genes, and the gene bank of Country M could not find a suitable bone marrow match."
Something seemed to be slowly disintegrating inside his body, and Wen Xi's face, which had finally regained some color, turned pale again.
"How did you get my blood—"
When his eyes met Oliver's evasive gaze, Wen Xi's questioning stopped abruptly.
If the three opponents had known that he would come to Country M to participate in the competition, there would be no need for Olivier to meet him on the Hedonie, so he boarded the ship to get something.
For example, his blood.
If Wen Xi had his blood drawn, it would be impossible for him to be unconscious, but if he was drugged and unconscious, Olivier would be able to take his blood for matching without anyone noticing.
Wen Xi stared at Oliver in astonishment: "You and Fang Qingyang drugged me? How much money did you give Fang Qingyang?"
Oliver slightly shifted his gaze, directly confirming Wen Xi's guess.
"Five hundred thousand."
So Fang Qingyang’s seasickness and insomnia were fake, and the calming tea was also fake.
No wonder he felt like he was in a coma when he slept after drinking the tea, it turned out he was really in a coma.
The blue marks on his arms were also marks left by blood drawing. There were no mosquito bites on the boat at all. The so-called friend who slept next to him must have sold his blood for half a million.
In order to deceive him, Fang Qingyang scratched his arms until they were covered with blood and pretended that his arms were full of mosquito bites. He foolishly believed it and even kindly gave the scammer mosquito spray.
Perhaps in an attempt to comfort Wenxi, Oliver explained: "It can't really be considered as drugging. It just allows you to have a good sleep. Those things don't have any side effects on the body."
Wen Xi was shocked by Oliver's self-righteous words.
"No side effects?" Yan Jue didn't know what happened to Wen Xi in the past, but he couldn't bear to listen any longer. He pulled Wen Xi behind him and looked at the two people in front of him coldly, his eyebrows full of hostility: "Because the result of successful matching came out today, you showed up and asked him to donate bone marrow. If the matching failed, would you just pretend nothing happened? Wen Xi will never know that he was drugged by you and sold a tube of blood for 500,000. He will never know that the people who abandoned him actually used this blood to match the bone marrow of his youngest son."
Wen Xi was so angry that he was shaking all over. He reached out, snatched the document from Yan Jue's hand, and threw it hard in Oliver's face.
Oliver subconsciously dodged backwards, but the document hit Joseph in his arms. Wen Xi threw it with great force, and Joseph, who was immersed in his sleep, suddenly felt pain and burst into tears.
The child's sharp cry echoed throughout the room. Oliver's slightly apologetic expression suddenly changed. He held the child in his arms and coaxed him in a gentle voice.
Joseph looked sick and pale. He had just finished chemotherapy in the afternoon. His crying was sharp but weak, and he looked very pitiful.
Oliver coaxed gently, frowned and looked at Wenxi, saying in a condemning tone: "You hurt him."
"Who are you blaming, Oliver? If you hadn't dodged, he would have been hit? Joseph is crying, so you don't blame yourself, but me? Did I ask you to bring the child here? If you are sick, why don't you stay at home instead of in the hospital?"
Wen Xi's eyes were red as he looked at Wen Guoqing, who was sitting on the sofa and watching their argument coldly. "Wen Guoqing, you love your son so much. Why didn't you stand up to comfort Joseph when he was crying? Who are you showing your out-of-breath and pitiful appearance to? Do you think you can blackmail me morally just because I see the child so pitiful? I will be soft-hearted and donate bone marrow to him?"
Wen Guoqing's hidden intentions were pointed out by Wen Xi, but he did not show any displeasure on his face. He just frowned, looked at Oliver and said, "Go out and coax him. Wen Xi and I will talk alone."
Oliver paused, then went out carrying Joseph, who was crying softly.
Wen Guoqing frowned and looked at him, and said politely: "Sir, please leave me and Wen Xi some independent space. My father and I have some grievances that we need to talk about alone."
Yan Jue glanced at Wen Guoqing without any emotion, then reached out and touched Wen Xi's cheek.
Wen Xi's lips were pale and his eyes were red. Although the pain in his eyes almost drowned him, he still clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and kept his back straight, like a little animal covered in wounds but refusing to bow its head.
Yan Jue took a breath and said, "Do you want me to stay, or do you want to leave you two in your own space?"
Wen Xi met the man's calm and reliable black eyes, smiled a little ugly, a bitter taste rose in her throat, and after thinking for a while, she said: "Go out, I want to talk to him alone."
Yan Jue did not move immediately. He still lowered his head and looked at him. He rubbed his cheek with his fingers soothingly: "I'm just outside the door, with your medal."
"Do whatever you want. Don't let him bully you."
The man spoke calmly and coldly, without deliberately controlling the volume. There was no emotion on his cold and indifferent face, but his deep eyes were full of hostility and cruelty.
It was very fierce, and there was even a hint of threat in his words, but for the confused Wen Xi, it was a very reassuring sentence. He looked into the man's distressed eyes and slowly loosened his clenched fists.
"Okay." Wen Xi said in a hoarse voice.
Yan Jue wiped the corners of Wen Xi's eyes with his fingers, let go of his hand, looked down at Wen Guoqing, turned around and left the room.
Click.
The door was closed and there were only two people left in the lounge.
Wen Guoqing withdrew his gaze from the door, looked at Wen Xi and said, "I didn't expect you to like a boy. He treats you well. I can rest assured that someone can take good care of you."
"The night your creditor came to collect the debt, smashed your house to pieces, and threatened me to pay you back, I didn't take my sleeping pills."
"Do you know why I didn't die? In a way, I have to thank you."
"Because you stole the last bit of money in the house, I wanted to die. I went to get tap water, and then I found out that we owed water bills, so the water company cut off the water to our house."
"Because I'm poor, I can't even afford a sip of water to take the medicine to die."
"I tried swallowing pills raw, but they were too bitter. Wen Guoqing, the sleeping pills at home were bitter. They were so bitter that I cried, and if I swallowed them I would spit them out. I really couldn't eat them."
Wen Xi spoke in a light tone, recounting his past like a bystander, "Later I thought, three lives were lost in your hands, that was too easy for you. If anyone had to die, you should be the first to die."
There were broken glass at his feet. Wen Xi avoided them without paying attention, sat down, looked at Wen Guoqing for a while, and suddenly smiled: "Are you thinking now that it's a good thing you didn't leave the money to me? If there was a sip of water at home at that time, Wen Xi might have died, and there would be no one to replace the bone marrow for your baby three years later."
Wen Guoqing said: "I have never thought about it this way, Wen Xi, I know I am not a qualified father, but I do love you——"
From the beginning to now, Wen Guoqing's expression has not changed much, polite, indifferent, pretending to be a bystander.
An inexplicable sadness and powerlessness surged in his heart, and Wen Xi interrupted his acting: "Now, there are only two of us, and you are still pretending, Wen Guoqing, aren't you tired?"
Wen Guoqing was choked, paused and said: "Where is Wen Ran?"
Wen Xi said expressionlessly, "I gave her away. The intermediary was the government, and I don't know who took her away. You don't think I can survive with her, do you?"
Wen Guoqing stared at him quietly with the eyes that Wen Xi had set as a role model in his childhood, and said softly, "Really?"
"Wen Ran has changed her name, and I don't know where she is. So don't even think about using her bone marrow to exchange for your son's life."
The room was eerily quiet as the two men faced each other in silence. After a while, Wen Guoqing took out a bank card and pushed it in front of Wen Xi.
Wen Xi looked at the card in front of him with his eyelids drooped. After a while, he took it. It was a light card from the Agricultural Bank of China.
The password is written on the back [060531]
It is Wenxi’s date of birth.
"There's five million in this card."
Wen Xi's hand holding the bank card trembled, and he suddenly raised his eyes: "What is this card?"
"It's my compensation."
Wen Xi looked at him and said, "After paying off your debt with these five million, there will only be two million left, and the watch on your hand is worth more than one million. Wen Guoqing, do you think two million is enough to compensate me?"
"Your debt is three million, do you remember? Are you prepared to pay it off yourself?"
“Illegal loans do not need to be repaid.”
"No need to pay it back?" Wen Xi almost laughed out loud in anger, "Is it because you think you are borrowing illegal high-interest loans, so you don't have to pay it back? Or do you think you have a son who can pay for his father's debt, so you don't have to pay it back?"
Wen Guoqing said calmly: "I owed you in the past, I can pay more. Eight million or ten million is fine."
The sentence "I can add money" is undoubtedly saying, aren't the two questions the same?
If Wen Xi and Wen Ran were forced to death by the debt collectors at that time, the entire Wen family would be dead in the domestic social sense, and there would be no one to pay the debts, and there would be no evidence.
If Wen Xi and Wen Ran were lucky enough to be okay, the house deeds that Wen Guoqing could not find would eventually be found by the debt collection company, and the two children could be bought and sold. Whether it was organ trading or pornographic services was not within Wen Guoqing's consideration. The children who represented poverty and failure could be used to calm his anger, and he, Wen Guoqing, successfully escaped from the country, alone, and everything would be fine.
Wen Guoqing's arrogant and nonchalant attitude annoyed Wen Xi. He held the bank card tightly, stood up and almost screamed: "You became a rich woman when you went abroad, why don't you return to China to pay off your debts?"
"Then what does it mean that I worked so hard for three years and paid back one million for you? They threatened me to take on your debt, called me every month, and threatened me with my mother's ashes. I had to go out to work when I was a minor, and I haven't had a good night's sleep in three years. I thought of all the ways to make money. I was a well-known poor student in school, and I was bullied openly and covertly. Can you just say that nothing happened and just pay more? Do I deserve to pay your debt? Do I deserve to die? Do I owe you?"
"Do you know that my mother died of pain from cancer because she had no money to treat it?"
Wen Xi's chest rose and fell violently, and his throat was full of rust. "Your own son is suffering from leukemia now. Have you thought of giving him a bone marrow transplant? You thought of me, and you want to compensate me for my three years and my mother's life by slipping a little money from between your fingers? Can you lightly say that adding money can offset your crime?"
Wen Guoqing seemed to be moved. He stood up and looked straight at Wen Xi: "I will give you another 5 million. 10 million will be enough to compensate you."
"It doesn't matter if you hate me, just save your brother. Wenxi, he is innocent. Now only you can save him, do you want to watch him die?"
Wen Xi's eyes were red as he looked at the indifferent person in front of him. The pain that he had suppressed for three years was like a thorn piercing his heart. Wen Xi could hardly breathe. He tightly grasped the bank card on his fingertips and swallowed the air in big gulps: "Aren't you going to compensate me? If you transfer the money to my card now, I want 10 million."
Wen Guoqing looked at him for a while, then he made a phone call and transferred 10 million to the Wenxi card.
After Wen Xi received the large transfer information on his mobile phone, Wen Guoqing smiled inexplicably, as if mocking Wen Xi's persistence.
Facing Wen Guoqing's mocking eyes, Wen Xi suddenly said, "Wen Guoqing, you are the most cowardly and incompetent idiot I have ever seen, a complete self-abased and arrogant egoist. I tell you, I've taken the money, and you don't even want the bone marrow."
Wen Guoqing's face changed drastically, and his eyes turned cold: "Wen Xi, don't push your luck."
"What qualifications do you have to criticize me?" Wen Xi retorted, "You love Joseph? No, you love an upright life, and he is not the fruit of your love. Joseph is your trophy of transformation. You can be proud just by seeing him. You think nothing in the world can ruin your life."
"You know what my mother said when she died, God is watching what you do, good and evil will be rewarded in the end. Joseph is dead, do you think the rich woman on your list will still like you? You should also watch the important things being destroyed bit by bit. I can't have a bone marrow transplant. I hate you so much."
Wen Xi unreservedly revealed the dark side of Wen Guoqing's heart. He stood up suddenly, and his disguise was finally torn apart. He stared at Wen Xi with a sneer.
"Okay, Wenxi, you are cruel enough."
"Whether you admit it or not, you are my son and you have the same blood as me. You hate me and dislike me, but you can't change your genes. You have half of my blood!"
"Joseph is your brother, you have to acknowledge him even if you don't want to!"
"He is innocent. Are you so cold-blooded to watch him die? It's just a little bit of bone marrow. You can save a life by taking care of it afterwards. Why don't you donate it? I am cold-blooded and ruthless, aren't you just as cold-blooded?"
"Bang!"
A loud bang came from inside the door, startling the two people in the corridor. Yan Jue didn't care about anything else and pushed the door open directly.
The atmosphere in the room was tense. Wen Guoqing kicked the table in front of him and shouted, "Do you think I can't find Wen Ran if you hide her? I'm still her father! As long as she can match the model, she has to donate to me!"
The coffee table was kicked askew by Wen Guoqing, and the wine glass on the table shook and fell to the ground, with glass fragments all over the floor.
Wen Ran was only five years old and her health was not good. She would almost die if her bone marrow was extracted. However, Wen Guoqing actually wanted her to donate bone marrow for his own wealth and glory.
Wen Xi could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. He picked up the fallen red wine bottle on the table and smashed it at Wen Guoqing.
Wen Guoqing was unable to dodge.
Bang--
The unopened bottle of red wine smashed onto Wen Guoqing's head.
Broken glass mixed with wine and blood slid down Wen Guoqing's forehead, leaving him covered in wine and looking in a miserable state.
Wen Guoqing covered his head and yelled at Wen Xi angrily, "I'm your father! How dare you do that!"
Wen Xi held the broken mouth of the red wine bottle in his hand and pressed it against Wen Guoqing's neck.
The sharp glass almost pierced into Wen Guoqing's aorta. As long as Wen Xi exerted a little strength, Wen Guoqing would be covered in blood on the spot.
Wen Xi roared, almost breaking his voice: "My father died a long time ago!"
Wen Xi's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Wen Guoqing in front of him, his voice terribly deep.
"Wen Guoqing, what are you doing if you dare to take action?"
"If you dare to attack Wen Ran, I will kill you right now."
Oliver shouted: "Wenxi, you are crazy——"
Without even turning his head, Wen Xi reached out and grabbed a bottle of red wine which was hurled at him. Oliver dodged in panic and the bottle hit the floor.
There was a loud bang, and the wine glass exploded, leaving a mess all over the ground.
Joseph, who had finally been coaxed to sleep, was frightened by the loud noise in the room and burst into tears again.
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