In his impression, his father-in-law has always been arrogant and self-respecting. Even if he did something wrong, he would rather fight to the death than apologize.
Now, he actually bowed his head and apologized to himself.
Wei Xuan probably guessed the reason, it was probably because of Bai Heng.
Indeed, the love of parents is so pitiful.
Wei Xuan took a long while to find his voice again: "I have never blamed you, nor have I blamed Bai Heng."
"Okay, okay." Wei Yong nodded, tears welling up in his cloudy eyes, but he held them back and didn't let them fall.
"Brother Run, come with me." Wei Yong said lightly, not allowing Wang Run to refuse.
Wang Run bit his lip, glanced unwillingly at Wei Xuan, who had an indifferent expression, and left with Wei Yong in anger.
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After leaving the garden, Wang Run, full of anger, said goodbye to Wei Yong perfunctorily and returned to his room.
Wei Yong stared at his back for a while, his eyes calm. He slowly walked towards his room, closed the door, and isolated the servant outside.
He was the only one in the quiet room.
He fumbled around and took out a wooden box the size of two palms from beside his pillow.
Everyone who serves Wei Yong knows that Master Yong has a precious wooden box that he carries with him wherever he goes, but no one knows what is inside.
Wei Yong took out a handkerchief and wiped the non-existent dust off it, over and over again.
After a long time, he put down the handkerchief, his fingertips fell on the lock, and slowly opened it.
Inside the wooden box was a piece of gray rag. When the rag was opened, bits and pieces of stuff were revealed.
Wei Yong reached out and took out one of them.
The thing was originally as big as the palm of a hand, and its appearance was charred black, so its original shape could not be discerned. It was only clear that it was probably in the shape of a little man.
If Bai Heng were here, he would definitely be shocked.
The thing inside the cloth was the wooden sculpture that she had buried under the tree. The little man in Wei Yong's hand was the one she had carved by hand as a birthday gift for him. It was also a little doll carved based on his father's.
Holding the little man in his palm, Wei Yong's thoughts gradually returned to the past.
Back then, he smashed Heng Jie'er's wood carvings in a rage and burned them. In fact, when he turned around and left, he had already regretted it after slapping Heng Jie'er.
That was his daughter, the apple of his eye. If he hit her, his heart would hurt more than hers.
When he went out, he accidentally learned the truth from Heng Jie'er's good friend.
It turned out that she wanted to help the family and reduce her own burden. It turned out that it was a birthday gift she had prepared for half a month to give to herself.
However, they were all destroyed in his anger.
Later, he came back and found no trace of the wood carving in the house. He searched for a long time and finally found the broken wood carving buried under a tree.
Later, he dug out the wood carving and placed it in a wooden box, where it remained for more than twenty years.
Did he think that being nice to Sister Heng was really good for her?
Fame, wealth and power were just what he forced Heng Jieer to take the exam in order to avoid being bullied and looked down upon by others.
She didn't like the sons of noble families, she didn't like Wang Run, she didn't like Na Xiaoshilang. But he kept forcing her.
She likes Wei Xuan, but he looks down on him because of Wei Xuan's identity. He dislikes Wei Xuan everywhere and finds fault with him everywhere, which makes Heng Jie'er feel very embarrassed.
He forgot, he forgot. All his original intention was just to hope that Sister Heng could live better than anyone else.
But what he did was putting the cart before the horse.
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