Chapter 69: Wealth and Rain
At dinner, the atmosphere at the table was a bit more lively than usual. Wen Ning's lotus root and pork rib soup was rich and fragrant. Jin Ling and Lan Jingyi slurped down their bowls, their faces smothered in soup. Instead of arguing with each other as usual, they tacitly added a piece of pork rib to each other's bowls.
"Drink slowly, no one is going to snatch the soup from you." Lan Xichen smiled and served them the soup. He glanced at Wei Wuxian and saw that his face looked better. The worry in his eyes faded a little.
Wei Wuxian scooped a spoonful of soup, the warm liquid sliding down his throat, soothing and warming his heart. He looked up at Lan Wangji, who was eating quietly, but had quietly grasped his hand under the table, the warmth of his fingertips conveying a steady warmth.
"By the way," Jiang Cheng suddenly spoke, putting down his chopsticks. "I've already had someone investigate that real estate developer named Zhang. His company has been having funding problems lately, and he's trying to turn things around by stealing projects, which is why he's got these ulterior motives." He looked at Lan Wangji. "If you need any help, feel free to ask."
Lan Wangji nodded. "Thank you very much. The Ministry of Justice has prepared the materials and will formally file a lawsuit tomorrow."
"Not only should we sue him for defamation, but we should also let him know that we are not to be trifled with." Wei Wuxian put down his soup spoon, a fierce look flashing in his eyes. "Just because I couldn't resist sixteen years ago doesn't mean I can let others manipulate me now."
Lan Qiren raised his eyes, glanced at him, said nothing, but put a piece of pork ribs into his bowl - those were Wei Wuxian's favorite ribs.
Wei Wuxian's heart warmed, and he suddenly remembered sixteen years ago in the Cloud Recesses. Although Lan Qiren always punished him by making him copy the house rules, he would ask the kitchen to leave him a bowl of hot soup on cold nights. It turned out that there was a kind of gentleness that was always hidden under the stern appearance.
The director, holding up his camera, quietly captured this scene. In the shot, the elders whispered about countermeasures, the children buried their heads in their soup, and Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji held hands tightly under the table. Clearly a family that had weathered many storms, they exuded a sense of cohesion. The comments in the barrage had already completely reversed, filling the screen with support and heartache:
"Wow, seeing them protecting each other, my tears came out!"
"This is what family is! They'll stand by you no matter what!"
"Teacher Wei, don't worry. We will always support you! We will help you get rid of those negative news!"
[Ding! Strong support detected, likeability +800,000. Current total progress: 3,955,000/100,000,000.]
[Ding! Favorability continues to rise...]
System notifications rang out frequently, like a string of brisk notes. Wei Wuxian watched the progress bar tick by, and suddenly felt that these one billion likes weren't just a number, but rather a token of goodwill from people he'd never met.
After dinner, Jin Ling was called to the study by Jiang Cheng.
"Come with me to the company tomorrow." Jiang Cheng leaned back in his chair and looked at him. "Mr. Zhang's company is cooperating with Jinlintai. I'm going to ask your father to terminate the cooperation and cut off the source of the trouble."
Jin Ling was stunned for a moment: "Just because he slandered Senior Wei?"
"What else?" Jiang Cheng raised an eyebrow. "He touched one of our people, and he still wants to get away with it? Remember, the Jin family can be arrogant, but they can't be cowardly, and they can't let their own people be bullied."
Jin Ling looked at the seriousness in his uncle's eyes and suddenly straightened his back. "I understand. Do you want me to talk to my mom? She knows a few media executives and can help clarify things."
Jiang Cheng smiled and patted his shoulder: "Okay, you've grown up and know how to handle things."
At the same time, Lan Jingyi took his cell phone and hid in the yard to call his mother.
"Mom! Check Weibo! Senior Wei's being bullied!" His voice cracked with anxiety. "Don't you know that entertainment reporter? Ask him to speak up for him! Also, all my classmates are reposting the clarification post, I want to share it too!"
A gentle laugh came from the other end of the phone: "I see, Mom's already contacted. But you can forward it, but you're not allowed to quarrel with people online, understand?"
"Got it!" Lan Jingyi hung up the phone and immediately opened Weibo, typing quickly. Although he was just a junior high school student, he used all his strength to protect the people he cared about.
Si Zhui didn't run like them. Instead, he quietly walked over to Wei Wuxian and handed him a painting. It showed a family of three flying a kite in a bamboo forest. Wei Wuxian was running in front, holding the kite string, while Lan Wangji stood behind, watching with a smile. The little boy in the middle was holding the kite, his eyes curved with a smile.
"I drew this this afternoon," Si Zhui whispered. "Daddy, no matter what others say, in my heart, you are the best daddy."
Wei Wuxian took the painting and stroked the smiling face with his fingertips. His eyes instantly reddened. He hugged his son in his arms, his voice choked with sobs, "Thank you, Sizhui."
Lan Wangji stood nearby, watching the father and son embrace. He pulled out his phone and clicked on his Weibo account. It was an account he rarely updated, the only update he had made a few years ago when he officially announced his marriage.
His fingertips moved slightly, and he typed the following line of words: [My love, no one else needs to say anything. @Wei Wuxian]
The moment the send button was pressed, the Internet was boiling again.
Lan Wangji's fans were instantly enraged, with the number of reposts increasing at an alarming rate. The phrase #蓝忘机力支持魏无仙# quickly shot to the top of the trending searches, followed by a glittering "explosion" (explosion).
[Ding! Huge positive momentum detected, like value +1,000,000. Current total progress: 4,955,000/100,000,000.]
The system prompt sounded loudly, as if putting a warm end to the storm.
Wei Wuxian looked at the Weibo post, then looked at Lan Wangji, who was standing beside him with a determined look in his eyes. He suddenly felt that everything he had lost sixteen years ago was coming back to him in another way, doubly so.
Moonlight streamed through the bamboo forest outside the window, falling onto the living room floor like a layer of silver frost. Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen were discussing the details of tomorrow's lawsuit, Jiang Cheng was on the phone making work arrangements, the children were flying Sizhui's wooden kite in the yard, Wen Ning was clearing the table, and the filming director, camera in hand, was capturing this ordinary yet precious evening.
Wei Wuxian leaned on Lan Wangji's shoulder, listening to the laughter around him, and felt peaceful in his heart.
He knew that there might be storms in the future, but as long as he had these people around him, he was not afraid of anything.
Because home is never just a house, but a group of people who are willing to stand with you in good times and bad.
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