Xiao Bao was still being held in Xu Ruantang's arms. When he heard the sound, his little body trembled.
He was clearly frightened.
Xu Ruantang quickly hugged her tightly and patted her back a few times to comfort her, "It's okay, it's okay."
When Huan Molin heard the noise, his first reaction was not to rush in, but to instinctively take two steps back.
Chen Ji noticed his actions.
Such behavior is more like a conditioned reflex.
Chen Ji frowned, turned to Xu Ruantang and said, "Wife, you stay here with the child, I'll go in and take a look."
I don't know what happened inside. What if it was a fight between the couple? The child is too young to be affected.
Xu Ruantang nodded. "Then be careful."
Chen Ji quickly went up the steps, but he didn't go in directly. Instead, he looked into the brightly lit living room.
Huan Yuanliang sat on the ground, one hand covering his head, blood flowing down between his fingers.
There were shards of glass all around him.
Standing beside the sofa was Huan Yuanliang's wife, Tang Weiwei, who looked panicked and somewhat dumbfounded.
The nanny, holding the child, huddled in a corner of the stairs, clearly shocked by the scene.
The atmosphere in the living room was deathly still and oppressive.
"Mr. Huan, do you need any help?"
Chen Ji did not enter the house; his tall figure stood outside and asked.
Huan Yuanliang looked up when he heard the voice, his expression somewhat pained, but he still managed a forced smile and said, "I accidentally knocked over the vase, it's alright."
Blood was gushing out, and under what circumstances could an accidental tipping of a vase cause a head injury?
Chen Ji nodded calmly, indicating his purpose: "We've come to see Huan Molin off."
"Go to the hospital!"
Standing to the side, pale-faced Weiwei suddenly shouted and rushed to Huan Yuanliang's side, trying to help him up.
"Yuanliang, I...we're going to the hospital, quick! Get up!"
At the same time, large tears rolled down her cheeks.
Huan Yuanliang smiled apologetically at Chen Ji and raised his hand to brush away Weiwei's hand that was supporting him.
"Little Xu is here too?"
He ignored Weiwei and instead said to Chen Ji, "It's cold, let them come inside quickly."
Chen Ji pursed his thin lips, looked at Huan Yuanliang whose face was covered in blood, and suggested, "Why don't you treat the wound on your forehead first?"
If they saw Huan Yuanliang looking like this, they would definitely be terrified.
He himself seemed unaware of it.
"Okay, I'll take care of it."
Huan Yuanliang finally came to his senses, covered his head with one hand, propped himself up on his arms, and turned to the nanny at the bottom of the stairs, saying, "Aunt Liu, this place is dirty. Clean it up and pour tea for the guests."
He remained calm, showing no signs of panic after being injured.
It even seems somewhat commonplace.
The nanny, Liu Ma, acted quickly, soon cleaning up the broken pieces and washing away the bloodstains on the floor.
Huan Yuanliang's wife, Tang Weiwei, had been distracted ever since Huan Yuanliang pulled her away.
Her daughter rushed up to her, calling out "Mom" softly, but she ignored her and just slumped onto the sofa.
Even when there are guests, Vivi seems to be oblivious to them.
Chen Ji also walked down the steps and said to Xu Ruantang, "It's alright now."
Both of them looked at Huan Molin at the same time.
Huan Molin looked fearful, with a hint of disgust in his expression, and kept shaking his head, "I don't want to go back, they are devils, I won't go back... I won't go back."
Xu Ruantang pursed her lips.
Although she didn't see what happened inside, she could guess a little bit from the conversation between Chen Ji and Huan Yuanliang.
So Huan Molin lived in such an environment all day long?
No wonder he has such an eccentric personality.
Just as she was about to speak, Huan Yuanliang's voice came from the entrance of the small villa: "Mo Lin, come back quickly, your aunt and uncle are going home too, it's too late."
Their voices were heard, but they were never seen.
Huan Molin opened his mouth, tears welling in his eyes, and finally climbed the steps little by little.
"Xiao Xu, it's too late today, so I won't entertain you any longer. See you at the shop another day."
It was still Huan Yuanliang's voice.
Xu Ruantang nodded, "Okay, goodbye President Huan, goodbye Mo Lin."
Huan Molin's thin back seemed to freeze for a moment, but he did not turn around.
Xu Ruantang looked at Chen Ji, and without waiting for a response, said, "Let's go."
No matter what happened, Huan Yuanliang was Huan Molin's father, and Xu Ruantang had always seen his behavior.
Huan Yuanliang was not a father who did not love his children.
She couldn't interfere in other people's lives; Huan Molin would have to go home sooner or later.
The three quickly got on the motorcycle and left.
Huan Molin was still standing at the door, unwilling to step inside. The faint smell of blood emanating from the room made him dizzy.
And that blank-looking woman on the sofa—he felt terrified just looking at her.
Huan Yuanliang quickly came down the stairs, his forehead wrapped in thick gauze, and pulled Huan Molin inside.
The door slammed shut behind Huan Molin with a bang.
"Have you eaten? If not, ask Aunt Liu to make you something. After you eat, go upstairs to sleep."
Huan Yuanliang spoke calmly, without showing any joy at not seeing his son for a few days, nor any sign of estrangement.
Tang Weiwei, who was sitting on the sofa, finally raised her eyes and looked towards the door as if she had just woken up from a dream, with a cold smile on her lips.
Her eyes were like those of a venomous snake. Huan Molin tried to ignore them, but he still got goosebumps all over his body and almost shivered from the cold.
"have eaten."
After Huan Molin finished speaking, he quickly went upstairs, and finally just started running.
He looked as if a raging flood or ferocious beast was behind him.
Weiwei's gaze remained fixed on him, her eyes filled with resentment.
Her voice was low, as if she were talking to herself, or as if she were saying to Huan Yuanliang: "We shouldn't have kept him in the first place. He should have disappeared with her! That way, you wouldn't have been swayed, and we wouldn't have argued."
Huan Yuanliang's eyes narrowed, and he warned in a harsh tone, "Weiwei! That's enough! Mo Lin is just a child!"
"He's a child, but Shanshan isn't?"
Tang Weiwei looked at Huan Yuanliang without any fear, "Huan Yuanliang, don't forget, it was your choice back then. It's too late to regret it now!"
"When did I say I regretted it?"
Huan Yuanliang raised his voice, but accidentally pulled on the wound on his forehead, and blood instantly seeped through the white gauze.
Tang Weiwei hurriedly got up from the sofa and walked to Huan Yuanliang's side, her eyes full of heartache.
"Why don't we go to the hospital to get it checked out?"
Her tone softened, and she reached out to touch Huan Yuanliang's wound.
"No need, isn't this what you wanted to see?"
Huan Yuanliang took a half step back, his tone icy.
Tang Weiwei looked hurt, tears welling up in her eyes, her voice filled with grievance, "Yuanliang, how could you think of me like that? You know I love you, I didn't mean it, I didn't expect it..."
That's enough.
Huan Yuanliang looked blank. "Don't touch Mo Lin, I'm warning you."
The arguing downstairs continued.
Huan Molin returned to his room, closed the door, jumped onto the bed, buried himself in the covers, and tightly covered his ears.
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