Chapter 8
Wen Chu's summer vacation starts ten days later than Song Youran's.
The weather was hot, so Wen Chu ran to the rooftop where there was a swimming pool.
Wen Chu was lying on the water when he heard the sound of a truck coming from the yard downstairs.
He thought someone from the Wen family had come, so he ran to the railing and looked down. The car door was open, and it was not someone from the Wen family.
Wen Chu returned to the swimming pool and continued lying there.
Around noon, Wen Chu went to his room to take a shower, changed into clean clothes and went downstairs. He found a woman sitting in the living room and the servants were going back and forth adding things to the coffee table.
Fruit plate, snacks, and tea.
Tea?
That teapot looks familiar.
Wen Chu ran down the stairs, picked up the boiling hot teapot with both hands, and said to Song Lan who was sitting on the sofa: "This is a gift from my grandfather."
Song Lan was unhappy and picked up the teacup: "Your grandpa gave it to you, can't you let your aunt use it?"
Wen Chu didn't answer, but raised her hand to knock away the teacup that Song Lan brought to her lips, and the tea splashed and sprinkled on her dress.
Song Lan jumped up in panic: "You, you are a traitor! I am your aunt!"
Wen Chu opened the lid, poured out the hot tea from the pot, pointed to the seal on the bottom of the pot and said, "This is an antique. It has not been treated. The tea brewed from it cannot be drunk."
This enameled teapot was acquired by Song Hongtao from an auction. Wen Chu took it in his hand and looked at it for a few more seconds, and then Song Hongtao gave it to him. He took it back to the villa, put it on the table and forgot about it. He couldn't find it even when he looked for it later.
It turned out that the servants mistook it for an ordinary tea set.
Song Lan touched her chest and said, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? You scared me."
Wen Chu put down the teapot: "Why is my aunt here?"
Song Lan sat down again: "I'm here to buy some furniture for Fengfeng's room. He's moving in in a couple of days."
Wen Chu asked, "Don't you want Feng to come?"
Fenglai Villa is indeed a mountain, and the Song family's old house is on that mountain.
"It's so troublesome to go up and down the mountain. Unlike here, which is in the suburbs, it's convenient to go to the city and the environment is good."
Song Lan patted the seat next to her and said, "Chu'er, come here and talk to your aunt for a while."
Wen Chu went over and sat down. Song Lan put her arm around his shoulders and pinched the flesh on his cheek: "You've gained weight!"
"I haven't gained weight." Wen Chu said stickyly.
Song Lan asked him to stand up, felt him up and down, and deliberately said, "You just gained weight."
"No." Wen Chu continued to refute.
This is a game, sometimes it's "fat", sometimes it's "thin", both people have to stick to their own statements, so that the game can go on and they can each get what they want.
Wen Chu sat back on the sofa next to Song Lan, fell into her arms, closed his eyes and hummed: "I really haven't gained weight."
He got what he wanted. Song Lan stroked his hair and said what she wanted:
"Fengfeng has never left Auntie. Now that he's here, you have to help Auntie take care of him."
Wen Chu: "Okay."
"When he goes to the company, you have to keep an eye on him and not let others bully him."
"good."
Song Lan's fingers touched Wen Chu's eyes, which was the signal that the game was over.
Wen Chu opened his eyes, left Song Lan's arms, stood up and said, "Aunt, do you want to go to lunch with me?"
Song Lan shook her head: "Auntie is on a diet, Chu'er can go eat by herself."
Wen Chu nodded: "Then please do as you please, auntie."
The workers ran up and down, making noises and clanging noises, and were busy for two whole days.
When Chen Feng came, he brought a lot of bags with him, and the servants helped him sort them out in the room.
Chen Feng was sitting on the sofa playing with his phone. Song Lan squatted at his feet and coaxed him, "Fengfeng, be good. Mommy will pick you up before school starts."
Chen Feng stared at his phone without even looking at her.
Song Lan looked at Wen Chu who was standing at the door: "Chu'er, take good care of your brother."
Wen Chu nodded: "I will."
Song Youran, who was passing by, heard this conversation and rolled her eyes to the sky: How stupid! Is it your turn to take care of other people's children?
Regardless of whether it was his turn or not, Wen Chu took on the responsibility of taking care of his cousin.
Chen Feng was a sleepyhead and couldn't get out of bed in the morning. He rolled around with his face buried in the pillow.
"It's only what time now, I can't get up!"
Wen Chu dug him out of the quilt, made him sit on the edge of the bed, and helped him put on his clothes, shoes and socks.
He wasn't very old, but he was very good at taking care of people. He squeezed the toothpaste into Chen Feng's hand, and after the foam in his mouth was rich enough, he held his head to the sink and gave him a sip of water.
When Chen Feng realized that he could not escape, he kept wailing: "Brother, big brother, please give me a way to live..." But Wen Chu still pushed him into the car and stuffed a breakfast into his hand.
Wen Chu got into the car from the other side, closed the door and told the driver to set off. By the way, he told Chen Feng that the company had a meeting in the morning and if he didn't eat breakfast now, he would be hungry later.
Wen Chu never lies, Chen Feng knows that, so he pouts, takes out the pancake, and bites into it.
When they arrived at the company, Wen Chu first took Chen Feng to the office, which was actually a partition with two desks.
Wen Chu opened the cabinet and told Chen Feng that he could put anything he brought in there. He then asked, "How's your summer homework going?"
Oh my God, summer vacation has just begun, what can be the problem with summer homework? Of course I haven’t written a single word.
Chen Feng's expression was undisguised. Wen Chu saw it and said, "Bring your summer homework here tomorrow and do it during lunch break."
It’s simply unbearable!
Chen Feng was full of resentment and followed Wen Chu to the meeting room.
Pushing open the door to the conference room, the table was filled with men in suits and sophisticated women. They all looked over at the noise. Chen Feng's calves trembled, and he tugged at the corner of Wen Chu's clothes, sobbing softly, "Brother, there are so many people."
"Everyone will be there for the regular meeting on Monday."
After Wen Chu introduced Chen Feng to several important senior executives, he took him to sit in the back row against the wall.
Chen Feng muttered, "I don't like meetings."
"You didn't drive it, you just watched."
Wen Chu opened his notebook and prepared to take notes of the meeting.
Chen Feng felt like there was a big bell in his head. Every time the bell hammer hit his head, his head would become numb and he would feel dizzy and stupid.
The bell rang once during the morning meeting, and now it is the second time.
Wen Chu said, "We'll go to the factory this afternoon. Once you've fully understood the procedures there, you can return to the company and familiarize yourself with the company's affairs with the grassroots management."
Chen Feng shook his dizzy head: "Where is the factory?"
Wen Chu: “Not far.”
The car went further and further off the road. The trees on both sides became skinny and bony. Under the scorching sun, the wind blew up the wild sand on the ground. No, it was the wild sand in Chen Feng's heart.
The sand fell to the ground, the lifting bar at the gate stood up, and under the vast sky, several huge white boxes opened their mouths indifferently.
The factory was spotless. Chen Feng hugged his arms tightly, feeling the bone-chilling cold.
"Brother, I feel dizzy." He said, looking at the back in front of him.
Wen Chu walked up to him and placed his warm hand on his head. "Are you sick?"
Wen Chu's voice was so gentle, she would definitely agree to all his requests. Chen Feng's heart lit up with hope, and he grasped the white wrist: "Brother, let's go back?"
"No, we can't go back until dark."
"Is it dark?" Chen Feng's jaw was dislocated and a ball could be stuffed into his mouth.
After two days of working from nine to five, Chen Feng quit.
He hugged the bedpost, refusing to let go, shouting: "I won't go, I won't go, wuwu, help me, someone is killing me, my cousin is a big devil..."
Wen Chu dropped one of Chen Feng's legs, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and took out his cell phone from his pocket: "Call your aunt. If she agrees, you don't have to go."
Chen Feng grabbed the phone and immediately changed his expression after the call was connected: "Mom... I don't care, you have to agree even if you don't agree... Okay, you tell me." He handed the phone to Wen Chu and said with a smile: "Brother, my mom has something to tell you."
Song Lan said to Wen Chu on the phone: "If Fengfeng doesn't want to go, then forget it. Don't force him. I just want him to be happy."
Chen Feng ended his short career of punching in and out at work. Wen Chu no longer needed to take him with him and went out early and came back late every day.
When Song Youran came back from tutoring, she saw Chen Feng lying on the sofa in the living room with his phone in his hand. The sound of the game could be heard from the dining room.
Song Youran took his homework to the living room and lay on the coffee table to do his homework. After finishing the math, he found that the sound of the game had stopped. Chen Feng was holding the phone and looking at him in a daze.
Song Youran thought: How stupid!
After looking at each other for two seconds, Chen Feng looked away, tapped his finger on the phone screen, and started a new game.
But midway through the game, he turned his head to look at Song Youran, who was sprawled across the coffee table. He had always looked down on this illegitimate child, and he still did. But in such a large house, there were only two players, and the servants and the rest were NPCs.
It's too lonely to play games alone, he needs to form a team.
One afternoon, Wen Chu finished work early and returned to the villa, where he saw two figures entangled in the living room.
Chen Feng sat on Song Youran, prying his face open with one hand and stuffing something into his mouth with the other: "Open your mouth!"
Song Youran raised her hands to cover Chen Feng's face and pushed him off the sofa: "Go away, I don't want to eat!"
"I want you to eat it!"
Chen Feng rushed forward and pushed Song Youran down again, "I don't believe I can't pry your mouth open!
The red lips were pinched open, leaving a gap between the white teeth. Chen Feng quickly pushed the brown candy in, then covered Song Youran's lips with his hands and said smugly, "No one can refuse me."
Song Youran frowned and swallowed involuntarily.
Chen Feng asked: "Just tell me, is it delicious?"
Song Youran slapped his hand away: "It tastes terrible."
"you!"
Chen Feng was furious, waving his hands in the air. "This is the best chocolate I've ever tasted! Do you even have taste? This piece is worth a whole skin in my game!"
Song Youran squinted her eyes: "Haha."
I'm so angry!
Chen Feng punched the pillow and approached Song Youran with his fists clenched. "You must have eaten too fast just now and couldn't taste it. I'll give you one more chance."
Song Youran flatly refused: "I don't want it."
"You have to accept it even if you don't want it!"
This time, Chen Feng pushed Song Youran onto the back of the sofa without much effort and touched the chocolate in the box with one hand.
Song Youran said angrily: "I don't—"
The sound stopped abruptly, muffled by the chocolate.
Such a good show was performed every day. The children played and fought in the living room. This was so normal that the servants did not take it seriously. Little did they know that someone was secretly plotting to lure the children into a trap.
Before going to bed at night, there was a knock on Chen Feng's door.
Wen Chu came in, sat down beside the bed, and asked him seriously, "How did you do it?"
"How did you do that?" Chen Feng was full of questions.
Wen Chu explained, and Chen Feng was even more confused after listening: "If he doesn't want to eat, just pry open his mouth and pour it in. It's that simple!"
Is it simple?
These things that left Wen Chu helpless were easy for Chen Feng.
Wen Chu looked at Chen Feng with envy. This stupid and lazy cousin was actually a genius in some aspects.
Chen Feng raised his chin at a 45-degree angle: "Brother, this is what a strong man does!"
Even if Wen Chu didn't want to admit it, Chen Feng seemed to have really become friends with Song Youran, and the relationship between them had improved greatly.
In the past, at the old house, Chen Feng never spoke to Song Youran, and Song Youran was too lazy to pay attention to him.
Wen Chu thought, if he treated Song Youran like Chen Feng did, would the relationship between him and Song Youran also improve?
Wen Chu fell into deep confusion. With Chen Feng's example in front of him, he should have been full of confidence, but for some reason he was hesitant and dared not take action.
I always feel like something is not right...
In the living room on the weekend, Chen Feng lost two games in a row because of Wen Chu's joining. He stood up with his phone in his pocket and said, "Brothers, I'm going back to my room for lunch. You guys can play by yourselves."
After closing the door, Chen Feng lay on the bed and restarted the game. Without the burning gaze behind him, he won and got the MVP.
His cousin is really a stumbling block on his road to becoming a god.
Song Youran gritted her teeth. The boy opposite was still flipping through a book leisurely, without any awareness of the bad guy's good deeds.
A smudge of ink spread across Song Youran's homework book. As if sensing a murderous gaze, Wen Chu looked up, with confusion written in his dark pupils.
Song Youran pressed her thumb against the pen, her fingertips turning white from exerting so much pressure.
"What are you looking at?"
Wen Chu didn't say anything, nor did he look away.
Song Youran was furious: "Look again and I'll dig out your eyes!"
Wen Chu tilted his head, stood up after a while, put the book on the chair, and walked towards Song Youran.
As Wen Chu approached, Song Youran's gaze went from slightly upward to highly upward, and the fire of anger in her heart quickly grew into a blaze.
"What do you want to do!"
Wen Chu lowered his body, and Song Youran looked alert.
Wen Chu didn't say anything. He pulled Song Youran's hand to cover his eyelids and looked at him through the gaps between Song Youran's fingers.
What does this mean?
Song Youran sucked in a breath of cold air, her body felt as if it was trapped, and she dared not move.
The air was frozen, and the clock on the wall seemed to have stopped.
Wen Chu looked at Song Youran quietly, his expression calm, just like always.
He is saying: You dig, I let you dig.
Absolutely!
This is a provocation.
Song Youran pushed Wen Chu's shoulder with a palm, and Wen Chu fell backwards, with his hair scattered on his forehead and covering his eyes.
"Don't think I don't dare to dig!"
Song Youran put away the homework book on the coffee table, stood up and said, "I'll let you go this time, but you won't be so lucky next time."
After Song Youran left, Wen Chu tilted his head—
Look! What did he find?
Song Youran dropped a pen on the coffee table.
It wasn't intentional, that is, he panicked...
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