Wen Li found the three shredded portraits in a trash can 500 meters from the villa.
Wen Li wiped the portrait clean without saying a word, but it was covered in oil stains and she couldn't get them clean no matter how hard she tried.
Wen Tingsong also rushed out in a hurry, and when he saw that the portrait of the patriarch had been destroyed, his heart sank.
"Xiao Li..."
Wen Li lowered her head, her thick, long eyelashes pressing down gently, casting a shadow: "It's okay."
Wen Li carefully put the portrait away and twisted her neck.
Wen Tingsong remained silent. He wanted to plead for his mother, but with his daughter acting like this, he knew that if he did, she would even hit him.
After all, he had witnessed his daughter brutally beating up a murderer today, and he was still shaken by it.
"Your grandma, she..."
Wen Li glanced at Wen Tingsong, her tone still indifferent: "I'm not angry, I'm overjoyed."
Wen Tingsong: ? ? ?
Wen Li suddenly smiled.
Wen Tingsong was a little confused, and then he heard Wen Li say, "She's going to have some bad luck recently. She'll be coming to gild the statue of the patriarch in a couple of days."
"Dare to destroy the portrait of our patriarch? The old lady won't have a peaceful day these next few days."
Wen Tingsong only half understood what he was hearing, but seeing that his daughter seemed to be in a better mood, he felt relieved.
When the two returned to the villa, Qin Hualan and Wen Sirou were still sitting on the sofa.
Wen Tingsong didn't want to argue with the old lady, so he called a driver to take Qin Hualan home and kindly reminded her, "Mom, don't sleep too soundly tonight."
After saying that, without giving Qin Hualan a chance to react, he directly shoved her into the car.
Qin Hualan was frightened by Wen Li's gaze earlier, and only realized what was happening after she got into the car. She tried to open the door, but found that Wen Tingsong had locked it, so she rolled down the window and said, "I can leave, but let Sirou stay."
Wen Tingsong said firmly, "This is not Wen Sirou's home. Sending her abroad is the best option. If Mom still insists, I said I could send you there to be with her too."
Qin Hualan immediately fell silent.
She knows her son too well.
She initially looked down on Wen Li's mother, and despite all the obstacles she tried to prevent, her son was determined to be with her.
She pretended that if she married Wen Li's mother, their mother-son relationship would be severed. Who knew that Wen Tingsong would really not contact her for several years!
Therefore, she had no doubt about the truthfulness of Wen Tingsong's words.
Sitting next to her, Wen Sirou looked at Qin Hualan's cowardly appearance and cursed inwardly.
But now, besides relying on Qin Hualan, she has no one else to rely on.
"Grandma, it's too late today. Dad and Xiaoli need to rest. Let's come again next time."
Qin Hualan moved her lips, glanced at Wen Tingsong and Wen Li who hadn't come out yet, but in the end she still thought Wen Sirou was better, so she nodded: "Then we'll come again next time."
"You don't need to come next time." Wen Tingsong's tone was indifferent, showing no concern for Qin Hualan's flushed and pale face.
Wen Tingsong said, "If you don't like Wen Li, you don't need to rush to my house. I'll bring the children back to visit you two during holidays."
Qin Hualan looked at Wen Tingsong in disbelief and couldn't help but ask, "How can you talk to your own mother like that?"
"Then what am I supposed to say?" Wen Tingsong's tone was tinged with helplessness: "You were the one who said you wouldn't contact her back then, and now you're the one rushing to come to my house. I know you're not satisfied with Xiaoli, but I've made it very clear to you from beginning to end that Xiaoli has no bad intentions. There are some things she does that you may not be satisfied with, but that's just your opinion. It has nothing to do with Xiaoli. My daughter will not change herself because of other people's opinions."
"As for Wen Sirou, the matter of being switched at birth has nothing to do with her, but she truly enjoyed everything that originally belonged to Xiaoli. Although Xiaoli doesn't say anything, I know that she didn't have a good childhood. This is something I, as her father, owe her. It's okay if you don't like her, but I am her father, and I have no reason not to like my own biological daughter."
Qin Hualan was somewhat dazed.
Wen Tingsong rarely spoke to himself at such length.
There was no arguing, just a matter of stating the facts, tinged with a touch of helplessness.
Wen Tingsong still didn't give Qin Hualan time to react, and continued, "I've said my piece. What you think is your business. Wen Sirou must go abroad, and she'd better behave herself before she leaves, otherwise..."
Through the half-lowered black car window, Wen Tingsong saw Wen Sirou's pale face and a fleeting look of shock.
He was testing the waters.
Although he didn't say anything, people always feel guilty when they do something wrong.
Wen Tingsong was shocked by Wen Sirou's gaze, but he suppressed it in his heart.
Before leaving, Wen Tingsong said again, "Xiao Li asked me to tell you that if you have any strange dreams tonight, remember to admit your mistake first."
His daughter is too kind; she's still helping her grandmother even now.
Wen Tingsong sighed softly.
Qin Hualan felt that her son had gone mad as well. She coldly closed the car window and stubbornly refused to say a word.
He thought Wen Tingsong would at least show a little bit of expression, but to his surprise, his son turned around and left without hesitation!
Qin Hualan felt a vague sense of unease, as if a piece of her heart was missing.
But when he glanced at his granddaughter's red eyes, that thought vanished instantly.
She thought, she chose her granddaughter, and Sirou is her granddaughter, and can only be her granddaughter!
Qin Hualan asked Wen Sirou to come home with her.
That night, Qin Hualan fell asleep, exhausted.
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