Before the Fu family was about to invest the second round of funds, Fu Nanli asked Xiao Liangyan again: "Qiao'er wants to meet your son. Her medical skills are indeed superb. My grandfather and my grandmother's long-standing illnesses were cured by her. In addition, the asthma of the young master of the Du family, Du Boyan, has improved a lot after being treated by her. You should believe in her medical skills."
This isn't a negotiation at all, this is a clear threat.
If you don't take us to see your son, the second batch of funds will be gone.
Xiao Liangyan felt like he was on a pirate ship and couldn't get off even if he wanted to.
With no way out, Xiao Liangyan could only agree to take them to Edinburgh to see his son.
Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao pretended that they were there for the first time, and it turned out to be the villa they had been to before.
When they went there, it was seven o'clock in the evening local time. It was not completely dark outside, as there were street lights.
Xiao Junhe was leaning on the window, looking outside. He heard footsteps behind him and turned back in panic.
His maid Aunt Zhen came up and slapped Xiao Junhe hard. Xiao Junhe fell to the ground and trembled with fear: "I'll be good, I'll be good."
"Why didn't you have dinner?"
Xiao Junhe pursed his lips: "I... I'm not hungry."
Aunt Zhen kicked him on the waist and said, "Aren't you hungry? I worked so hard to cook this meal, and you said you're not hungry, you little brat, are you done yet?"
Xiao Junhe wanted to cry, but Aunt Zhen slapped him again: "Cry, cry, cry, you only know how to cry."
There was a knock on the door outside. Aunt Zhen, who was strong and sturdy, pulled Xiao Junhe up and said, "Someone wants to see you today. If you dare to talk nonsense, I will beat you to death tomorrow."
Xiao Junhe huddled in the corner: "Aunt Zhen, don't say it, I won't say it, Aunt Zhen is good."
He was used to being beaten, and even though his mental age was only five years old, he knew that he had to please this terrible woman. Only by pleasing her could he avoid being beaten.
Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao got out of the car. A servant greeted them at the door and took them inside, through a small garden, around the swimming pool, and into the gate of the villa. The decoration style was typical British aristocratic style, with a rich feeling and full of luxury.
The maid in the lead was in her forties, slightly plump, and had a stocky look.
Wen Qiao didn't have a good first impression of her. He always felt that there was a sense of hostility in this woman's eyes. Is it okay to let such a woman take care of a sick child
Wen Qiao asked Xiao Liangyan in a low voice: "Mr. Xiao, where did these servants come from?"
"They are all former servants of the Xiao family. They are very reliable."
Wen Qiao nodded. Perhaps she judged people by their appearance. Perhaps this woman looked fierce, but was actually very gentle.
"How is Jun?" Xiao Liangyan was better than Yao Qiwen and would come to see the child several times a year.
Aunt Zhen said eagerly, "I'll bring the young master out right now. Who are these two people?"
The gentleman has never brought outsiders here.
Xiao Liangyan said calmly: "Just lead him out, don't ask any more questions that you shouldn't ask."
Aunt Zhen hurried upstairs, grabbed Xiao Junhe's wrist, and said viciously: "Your father is here, and he brought guests with him. Do you know how to talk?"
Xiao Junhe shrank back: "Aunt Zhen, I know."
Wen Qiao heard footsteps and looked up. There was a brown wooden staircase and the boy was wearing a white shirt, black knee-length shorts, and calf-length socks, a standard British gentleman's attire. He was quite handsome, but his walking posture and expression showed that he was different from other fifteen-year-old boys.
(End of this chapter)