Chapter 242 Who moved the box?
When Kong Wange heard Wen Zirou's greeting, she nodded lightly, her gaze seemingly casually sweeping over Wen Zirou's hand.
I noticed that she was wearing a long-sleeved coat today, with loose cuffs. When she put her hands down, she hid them inside the sleeves, concealing everything.
Was it unintentional... or intentional?
Kong Wange's mind was racing, but she didn't show it on her face. As she sat down, she obediently called out, "Aunt, Uncle."
On the other side, Wen Xiaoxiao saw that Kong Wange was unharmed, and she became even angrier. Did the Wen family really have no one who could do anything to this country girl?
She said angrily, "What a big shot you are! Making our whole family wait for you on the very first morning."
Kong Wange paused slightly, feigning some panic: "Ah, I'm sorry, cousin. I actually got up a long time ago and waited in my room without daring to move until the nanny came over and told me it was time for breakfast. I didn't expect everyone to have been waiting for so long."
She looked visibly guilty as she spoke.
Wen Zhengning glanced at Kong Wange, then turned and asked, "Who went to Wange's place to deliver breakfast today?"
The butler, Uncle Ping, glanced at Wen Zirou beside him out of the corner of his eye, then bowed and said, "It's Aunt Sun."
Wen Zhengning hummed in agreement: "Starting tomorrow, let her go to the backyard. She doesn't need to serve Zirou anymore."
The butler paused for a moment, then respectfully replied, "Yes."
Wen Zirou, standing nearby, was taken aback for a moment, then quickly said, "Brother, Sister-in-law Sun is an old hand in my household. The work in the backyard is heavy; it might not be appropriate..."
Wen Zhengning looked up at her and said indifferently, "Since you're an old woman, how come you don't know any manners? You even got the breakfast time wrong?"
Wen Zirou said with difficulty, "Perhaps it's because I'm getting old and confused for a moment..."
As she spoke, she turned her gaze to Kong Wange and gave a forced smile, saying, "Wange wouldn't hold such a small matter against you, would she?"
Kong Wange pursed her lips and whispered, "Uncle, please don't blame Aunt Sun. I should have asked about the time and come earlier..."
Seeing Wen Zirou's obedient admission of her mistake, Wen Zirou felt a little relieved and quickly said to Wen Zhengning, "Brother, look, even Wan Ge said that..."
“Since Aunt Sun is already confused, she shouldn’t be in your room,” Wen Zhengning said coldly, interrupting her. “Remember your place. Don’t lower your status because of the people in your room.”
Wen Zirou's face turned pale, her lips trembled twice, and finally she could only say, "Yes, brother, I understand."
"Go and make the arrangements," Wen Zhengning instructed Uncle Ping.
"Yes, Master." Uncle Ping nodded, bowed, and left.
Kong Wange took in everything and smiled slightly.
Her uncle held a more prestigious and authoritative position in the family than she had imagined.
Wen Zhengning wasn't stupid; even a fool could tell that an old servant wouldn't dare to deliberately delay; he must have been ordered by someone.
Obviously, this tactic of making an example of someone to deter others is very effective.
She had assumed that Wen Zhengning would favor his family members more. Wen Zirou was his younger sister, and Wen Xiaoxiao was his niece, who had grown up by his side since childhood. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was like a daughter to him.
Even so, from yesterday to today, he hasn't shown them any pampering even once.
Although Wen Xiaoxiao was domineering, she never dared to act recklessly in front of him, and Wen Zirou was clearly afraid of him as well...
If it were someone like Kong Zhizhao, a complete fool, they would be easier to deal with. But someone like Wen Zhengning, who is calm, decisive, and keeps a low profile...
If his mother's death is indeed inextricably linked to him, the investigation will likely be even more difficult.
As Kong Wange pondered this, her gaze involuntarily drifted toward Wen Zhengning's hands, only to find that his left hand remained dangling under the table.
She paused, her curiosity piqued, and was about to speak when Wen Zhengning asked, "Where is Si Chen?"
The servant next to him said respectfully, "Master, the young master said he doesn't need breakfast."
Wen Zhengning paused with his chopsticks: "What's wrong with young people these days? Why don't they eat breakfast every day?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Zirou said, "Brother, Si Chen just started high school. His schoolwork is heavy, and he didn't get back until almost midnight yesterday. Today is the weekend, so he probably wants to sleep in a little longer."
Kong Wange wanted to laugh when she heard Wen Zirou say that.
She also has a lot of homework, so she wants to expose everything he did early in the morning so they'll know what he's been up to.
Sure enough, after hearing what Wen Zirou said, Wen Zhengning didn't say anything more. He picked up his chopsticks and said, "Alright, let's not worry about him. Let's eat first."
The group started moving around, and breakfast was already halfway through, but Wen Zhengning's left hand hadn't been raised at all.
Kong Wange thought for a moment, looked at Wen Zhengning, and pointed to the soup on the other side of the table, saying, "Uncle, I want to drink that soup, but I can't reach it. Could you get it for me?"
Tang was to Wen Zhengning's left, so it would be more convenient for him to take it with his left hand.
Hearing the commotion, Wen Xiaoxiao said irritably, "Kong Wange, are you done yet? Don't you have hands? If you want to drink, go get it yourself. What makes you think you can have your uncle hand you soup?"
"Xiaoxiao!" Wen Zhengning coldly rebuked, and Wen Xiaoxiao's arrogance immediately vanished.
Wen Zhengning didn't say anything more, and reached out to scoop a bowl of soup and handed it to Kong Wange.
Kong Wange stared intently at the back of his left hand, and sure enough, it was covered in a dark red rash.
That's right, he's the one who moved the box.
Wen Zhengning is definitely suspicious. His mother's death is probably related to him!
Kong Wange was filled with emotion. She took the soup and asked casually, "What happened to Uncle's hand? Would you like me to take a look?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than Wen Xiaoxiao chimed in, her eyes filled with disdain, "Look at you showing off. Do you think the Wen family's reputation as a family of traditional Chinese medicine practitioners is just for show? If there really is a problem, it won't be your turn to step in."
After saying that, she handed the bowl to Wen Zhengning and said, trying to win his favor, "Uncle, Xiaoxiao wants to drink too, please give me a bowl as well."
Although Wen Zhengning was not one to smile easily, he still doted on Wen Xiaoxiao, whom he had watched grow up. He reached out and took the bowl.
As their hands intertwined above the dining table, Kong Wange glanced at them casually and froze—
On Wen Xiaoxiao's hands, a rash had also appeared!
What happened?
Could it be that Wen Xiaoxiao also touched her mother's suitcase?
Kong Wange's thoughts were in turmoil, but Wen Zirou spoke up to smooth things over, saying, "Wange, Xiaoxiao is a straightforward child, don't mind her. We understand your good intentions. Your uncle's hand is fine, he's already had some medicine applied. Last night, it's possible that everyone ate something unclean, many people have developed rashes on their hands, look, I have one too."
Wen Zirou stretched out her hand, which had been hidden in her sleeve, and sure enough, it was covered in red marks.
Kong Wange froze, then subconsciously turned to look at Wen Zhengning and Wen Xiaoxiao's hands.
The red rashes on their hands were exactly the same.
What exactly happened?
These red rashes are clearly symptoms that would occur if they came into contact with the powder on the box. How did all the Wen family members get them?
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