Wen Jianmin never thought that this day would come.
On the other side, Zhong Hui, Xu Lu and Wen Xuan moved into the new villa. Xu Lu, in particular, was very proud of herself. Fortunately, her mother listened to her and had been secretly transferring property in the past two years. Now, she no longer had to look at other people's faces in the future.
Wen Xuan went upstairs, and the mother and daughter sat outside the villa drinking coffee. Zhong Hui said proudly, "I heard that Wen Jianmin is sick."
Xu Lu chuckled, "It's all his fault. His mental quality is too poor. Didn't I leave some for him? Why would he be like this? Besides, you have worked hard in the Wen family over the years. He wants to send you away with just some brand-name bags and cars. He is too heartless. We deserve these."
Zhong Hui held the coffee cup elegantly: "That's right, now it's good. I roughly calculated that we are now worth over 100 million. From now on, you don't have to be inferior to that damn girl Wen Qiao. If you want to work in the entertainment industry, then continue to do it. If you don't want to, it's okay. Playing the piano is elegant and easy. You don't have to work so hard for this family."
Xu Lu's eyes were filled with tears: "It depends on the situation. The money in the entertainment industry is easy to make. Look, even though I am an 18th-tier star, I still make much more than playing the piano."
Zhong Hui: "It's up to you. Don't make it too hard for yourself."
In the evening, at Wen Qiao's house, at the dinner table, Su Yun talked about what happened during the day: "He is seriously ill and can't speak."
No one answered.
It was Ji Mingyuan who took over her words: "I asked the doctor, and he will be able to speak again after conservative treatment. There will be people to take care of him there, so you don't have to worry."
Wen Qiao, Wen Mo and Su Ce were all silent.
His face showed that we were not very worried about him.
Su Yun and Ji Mingyuan felt a little embarrassed.
These two people are more like ordinary people in the mundane world. Their pain will naturally be smoothed out as time goes by, and they can also feel sympathy for people like Wen Jianmin.
But Wen Qiao and the others won’t.
She will remember the pain for the rest of her life;
Well, she will remember it forever.
Wen Jianmin, just wish you good luck.
After dinner, Wen Qiao and Wen Mo went out for a walk. Su Yun asked him to go to the fruit shop outside and bring back a watermelon when he came back.
The brother and sister were wearing T-shirts and loose trousers, walking slowly on the dimly lit bluestone road.
Wen Qiao could clearly feel that after being enlightened by her, Xiao Mo was no longer so worried and could talk and laugh with her again.
"We have a summer camp for the Mathematical Olympiad class next week."
“Have you signed up?”
"Yes, Teacher Zhou asked me to participate."
"I'm about to start my second year of high school. Time flies."
Wen Mo pursed his lips: "Actually, I think it's all too simple."
"If you want to participate, then participate. If you don't want to participate, then it's okay to tell Teacher Zhou."
"I'd better join in. You guys are often not at home, and I'd be bored by myself."
After walking around the path outside, Wen Mo came back holding a big watermelon and refused to let his sister help him share the burden: "I can carry it."
Wen Qiao touched his arm: "You have thin arms and legs..."
Upon touching it, she discovered that the arms that she thought were young had actually become very strong.
The arms have beautiful lines and are even muscular.
"Xiao Mo, sure."
Wen Mo smiled shyly: "Didn't my sister ask my brother-in-law's bodyguard to teach me kung fu? I have been learning it all the time."
(End of this chapter)