Chapter 142 Recognizing Wen Shu
Wen Shu opened his eyes wide. The young master of the Wen family treated him so well and even hired someone to teach him how to write?
What qualifications does he have?
Is he still living in a dream?
This time, Wen Nuo looked into his eyes again and the more he looked, the more he felt that he looked like Aunt Shushu. If he looked closely, he also looked a bit like Sister Meng.
"Little brother, you should at least write your name nicely. That's all I ask of you. Do you agree?"
Wen Shu nodded quickly.
"Okay, I'll let them in. Don't be afraid. If you're afraid, it means you don't believe what I say."
Wen Shu shook his head desperately, of course he believed it.
Wen Nuo smiled and said, "Then I'll let them in."
Wen Nuo left the room, and Wen Shu quickly walked to the table, sat down and picked up a pen.
He put down the pen in his hand, stood up, straightened his clothes and looked towards the door.
After a moment, the door was gently pushed open and Wen Shu subconsciously stepped back.
"They are all good people, don't be afraid."
Wen Shu remembered Wen Nuo's words and stood back where he was.
Cheng Qingmeng was the first to enter the room.
Wen Shu hurriedly bowed and saluted.
"Quick, excuse me."
Cheng Qingmeng hurried forward to help him up. Looking at the whip marks on the back of his neck and his thin and frail body, her heart suddenly ached.
Wen Shu straightened up, still with his head lowered, not daring to look directly at Cheng Qingmeng.
At this moment, Cheng Qingmeng really wanted to see his entire face, but was afraid to see his face clearly.
Maybe that vicious woman lied to her and her eldest brother died young.
She didn't suffer at the hands of the mistress at all!
Thirteen years of abuse and beatings.
Jiang Shiyun looked at Wen Shu's thin body and hooked Song Yu's fingers tightly.
She was afraid that the person in front of her was really her cousin.
This... this is so pitiful and tragic.
The room was quiet for a moment. Wen Shu felt the gaze from Cheng Qingmeng, and he felt uneasy, and sweat broke out on his forehead.
He is just a bastard without a father or a mother. How can he be worthy of being taught to write by a rich lady?
While he was daydreaming, a pleasant fragrance came to his nose, which made him relax instantly.
Then there was a gentle touch on the forehead.
She was wiping his forehead?!
Wen Shu wanted to dodge immediately, but his steps were too heavy.
For some reason, he felt that this feeling was familiar.
It seems like a dream, yes, it is a dream. Could it be the mother whose appearance I can’t see clearly in the dream?
Wen Shu thought of this and looked up at Cheng Qingmeng.
At this glance, Cheng Qingmeng saw his face clearly.
Cheng Qingmeng paused, and the handkerchief in her hand slipped out.
These eyes...are similar! So similar!
Cheng Qingmeng's eyes suddenly turned red, and she quickly raised her head, turned around and left the room.
"cousin."
"cousin."
Song Yu and Jiang Shiyun hurriedly chased after him.
Wen Shu looked panicked. What happened to her?
She...seemed to be crying.
An emotion suddenly arose in his heart, and he didn't know what it was?
It's just... a little sad.
She is a rich lady, how could she be the mother whose appearance could not be seen clearly in the dream?
He is the fatherless and motherless lowly slave mentioned by the Yu family.
Wen Shu lost his mind for a moment and stared blankly at the door.
"Little brother?"
Wen Nuo called out softly, but when he didn't respond, he walked over and pulled him to sit on a soft chair, fearing that he would faint again.
Sister Meng’s reaction just now is enough to prove that Wen Shu is Sister Meng’s elder brother.
Hehehe, he is so happy.
The little brother he stole back turned out to be Sister Meng’s older brother.
What kind of fate is this?
"Little brother." Wen Nuo gently hugged Wen Shu with his chubby little body, "You have to take care of yourself and pamper me well in the future."
In the accounting office, Cheng Qingmeng hugged Song Yu, suppressed her emotions and sobbed softly.
Song Yu didn't try to persuade her and let her vent.
Jiang Shiyun felt very uncomfortable when she saw this, and her little hands kept beating her chest.
That little brother is really her cousin!
Not died young, still alive!
Oh my god! I was abused for thirteen years!
She would rather believe that her eldest cousin died young than live in abuse.
This is simply worse than death!
After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Qingmeng finally managed to control his emotions.
Song Yu asked hurriedly, "Are you sure Wen Shu is your elder brother?"
Cheng Qingmeng's voice changed as she spoke, "My mother would lose weight whenever she caught a cold. Wen Shu looks exactly like my mother when she lost weight, especially his eyes, which are almost like the same mold as my mother's. I'm absolutely certain that he is my eldest brother who died young. How is his health now?"
"He's in very poor health. If he'd been delayed any longer, he might not have survived. But don't worry, he can recover. It's just..."
"Just what?" Cheng Qingmeng had a bad feeling.
"He had a head injury and there's blood clots in his brain. His intelligence is fine, but he can't speak."
"What?" Cheng Qingmeng's face turned pale. "Does this mean I can't speak anymore?"
"Don't worry, the blood clots in his brain are slowly dissipating. Once they're all gone, he'll be able to speak. However, it may not be easy for him to speak. He's been beaten for years and is afraid of getting close to others. He's traumatized. If we give him lots of love and care, he'll be able to speak."
"Damn it!" Jiang Shiyun clenched her fists in anger. "We need to catch the mistress quickly. I'm going to whip her to death."
"Don't worry, she won't be able to hide for long."
Cheng Qingmeng asked, "Why is my elder brother here?"
Song Yu quickly told the two of them what had happened.
Jiang Shiyun asked, "So the Yu Mansion is the residence of the concubine?"
Cheng Qingmeng was puzzled. "I have carefully examined the portraits of the Yu family's mistress and the servants. They are not concubines at all."
"Maybe you're mistaken."
"Won't."
"Let's not discuss this for now," Song Yu quickly interrupted. "Cousin Meng, are you going to meet Wen Shu right away, or are you going to tell my mother and aunt about Wen Shu's identity first? Or should you let Wen Shu recover first before telling them?"
"Then how long will it take for my brother to gain weight?"
Song Yu said slowly, "It will take at least half a year to raise it."
"Half a year is too long. My brother is about to give birth. I need to tell them today. Not only my aunt and uncle, but also my mother. If she doesn't know what my eldest brother has suffered, she won't be so cruel as to deal with the Cheng family!"
Song Yu nodded, "Okay, then we'll go back home now."
"Wait." Cheng Qingmeng stopped them, "I want to... go and get to know him first. Also, this place isn't a good place for recuperation. I'll send him to the Jiang Mansion tonight."
Song Yu, "This is the safest place right now. He was just sent here last night, and his body can't stand being tossed around for two consecutive nights. Let's get to know him first."
"Little brother, do you believe that you are not alone, but also have a mother and a sister?"
Wen Shu looked at him and shook his head when he heard that.
He was a servant of the Yu family. His mother was called a bitch by the people in the Yu mansion. He was a lowly child and his biological father was unknown.
His biological father was definitely not a good person. He must have done something immoral, which led to his deceased mother being scolded and him being beaten.
Wen Shu remembered the look in Yu Ziyuan's eyes when she looked at him, which was filled with deep hatred.
Every lash of the whip on him was a vent of anger.
"Sister Meng, do you like her? Do you want to be her brother?"
Wen Shu was horrified when he heard this. How dare he dream of becoming the brother of a rich lady?
He would certainly be beaten to death.
"Little brother, you are my brother, so of course you can be my sister Meng's brother."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open.
"Sister Meng, you came at the right time. This little brother is my brother. Can he be your brother?"
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