"If he wants a woman to come back to him, he can't even lower his posture to court him. It will only force her to be busy and anxious for the burden of the family. She will not stop during the day and toss and turn at night, and her whole body will become tense. "
Wen Hanye inserted one hand into the pocket of his trousers, glanced at Wen Yi who was still sleeping, raised a slight and mocking arc on his lips, and continued lazily and indifferently, "That's it, my father is getting older anyway. If I don’t retire now, I should retire in a few years and take my mother to enjoy a happy life. It doesn’t matter a few years earlier, and it doesn’t matter to us. Even if the Wen family is gone, I can still afford to support my woman. My sister never got married before she got married. The grievances you suffered there can still be regarded as her ignorance of people and her insistence on going her own way... "
Noticing the slight change in the face of the man opposite, Wen Hanye's lips curved deeper and colder, "But now, she doesn't owe anyone, especially not you. You can continue to deal with the Wen family, but don't I don’t want to use this method to bully her anymore.”
Finally, he suppressed his lukewarm smile and said, "Thank you Mr. Mo for sending Yi'er to the hospital, but it's none of your business anymore. The doctor also said she needs to rest, please."
He gestured toward the door, and it was obvious what he meant.
Mo Shichen looked at the patient's frail face.
He left anyway.
When she was standing at the door and about to pull the doorknob, she heard the person behind her speak again, "You always don't realize how much you hurt her, just like this time, and for her, this is just one of countless times. once."
… …
Wen Hanye watched Mo Shichen leave. As soon as he looked back and turned his head, he met Wen Yi's dark and lifeless eyes, "Brother."
He raised his eyebrows, "Did you hear everything?"
"You shouldn't say that to him... Ahem, he can do anything."
Wen Hanye pulled up the chair next to him and sat down. He wanted to smoke but then remembered that this was a ward. He frowned irritably, then glanced at her and said nonchalantly, "Whatever he wants, are you planning to be bullied by him for the rest of your life?"
Wen Yi's voice was very calm, just hoarse than usual, "It's nothing extraordinary. I live a better life than many women. He's just being a little cold-blooded, and he hasn't done anything heinous to me."
Wen Hanye said he didn't want to talk any more, "It's decided, you don't have to talk to him anymore. You are the daughter of the Wen family, not the eldest lady of the family who needs to sacrifice herself in exchange for interests and future, not to mention that our family is like this A few people don’t even count as a family, and the life and death of other people is none of your business.”
Wen Yi was stunned, "But if it weren't for me, our family would never have encountered this..."
"Who knows," Wen Hanye said calmly, "No one has the ability to predict the future. You don't have it, and neither do I. Even if you didn't marry Mo Shichen, even if you married a man arranged by your parents, who can Can we guarantee that he will be better than Mo Shichen? Even the parents who gave birth to and raised him may not be able to clearly and completely understand what a person is like, let alone others who are irrelevant and can only see the surface."
"So, Yi'er, this is not your fault, it is Mo Shichen's fault alone. No one will blame you, and you don't have to blame yourself."
Who would have expected what that man did today
Going back to ten years ago, none of them could see that when Wen's father and Wen's mother didn't want Wen Yi to marry into the Lawrence family, it wasn't because of Mo Shichen as a person. They just felt that there was a slight disparity in strength between the two families, and Lawrence himself was enough. He is too strong, and he is afraid that Wen Yi will suffer a loss.
As for Mo Shichen himself, he couldn't see any problems. He was neither a dandy nor did he do anything scandalous or inappropriate. Even his private life was only known to Muse, his girlfriend who had officially made it public. In the upper class society, it is considered simple and clean.
Wen Yi turned around and looked at her brother sitting in the chair. He didn't speak for a long time and looked pale and confused. Is that so
Wen Hanye stood up, "I'll call your sister-in-law and ask her to go to your apartment to pack a few changes of clothes and daily necessities for you. Have you been sick for a day and haven't eaten? I'll ask my mother to prepare whatever you want to eat. Bring them all together."
… …
After Mo Shichen came out of the hospital, he sent the driver away, got into the driver's seat, and drove the Lambo aimlessly in this huge bustling city.
He couldn't go to the company, but apart from himself, there were only servants who couldn't speak, and the manor was deserted.
I drove around like this for an hour or two, and then when I passed by the river, I suddenly found a parking spot and stopped the car.
It is now between nine and ten o'clock in the evening. There should be a residential area nearby, so although it is late and the weather is cold, there are still passers-by in twos and threes passing by, taking a walk or going home.
He sat in the car, looking at the flowing river. The neatly lined street lamps emitted a dim, warm light. They had a gentle and cold presence. Looking at the pedestrians passing by, they still looked the same.
"Bang," the lighter spurted out flames, igniting the cigarette held between the man's lips, and suddenly went out again, leaving only the cigarette butt flickering on and off, and the smoke dispersed, leaving only the blur of dissipation.
He often felt that if everything was under control, it would be a boring world.
He also occasionally feels that it is really annoying to have people and things out of his control.
But at this moment, for the first time, he felt confused as to which choice to make.
It was too warm inside the car, so he opened the door and got out of the car. After taking off his coat, he left it in the ward. Just walking into the cold wind at night, there was still a biting coldness, but this made him more awake.
Warm and sweet.
He whispered these two words between his teeth, and her face appeared repeatedly in his mind. The arrogant and bossy face when he first met her, the evil smile she occasionally showed when she was in Jiangcheng, and after returning to Paris, Most of the time it's light, and occasionally it shows a soft and charming look, but there's always something missing.
Something is missing.
After returning to Paris, her temperament seemed to be not as happy and carefree as when she was in Jiangcheng.
At the end, he remembered her fainting in his arms, and her quiet and weak face when he left.
[You never realize how much you hurt her.]
[Just like this time, and for her, this is just one of countless times.]
He took off the cigarette from his lips and stared at the cigarette butt that was blown faster by the wind and seemed to be extinguished. He flicked the ashes with his long fingers and the ashes were quickly blown away.
Was she in such pain when she was with him
A thought came to his mind, should he... let her go
… …
When Mo Shichen appeared in the ward in the evening the next day, Wen Yi was not too surprised. Although she felt that he was told to leave by her brother last night, not to mention withdrawing troops, but at least he should calm down for a while.