Wen Qiao sighed silently. The complexity and greed of human nature were fully displayed in her.
"Then what you should do now is not to come and embarrass me, but to confess to your husband and ask for his forgiveness. Maybe I was also wrong to bring Jun He back, but if I didn't bring him back, he would soon die in that dark villa in Edinburgh, tortured to death by that woman named Aunt Zhen. You also carried him for ten months and gave birth to him, so please have some sympathy for him."
Yao Qiwen tearfully said, "You are not married, you don't understand. Sometimes people can't care about so many things. He is Xiao Liangyan's child. I hate Xiao Liangyan, so why should I be nice to his child?"
"He was born without his parents. He was diagnosed with intellectual disability at the age of three. After that, the woman named Aunt Zhen stayed with him for more than ten years, beating and scolding him at every turn, not giving him food, and forcing him to kneel. Ms. Yao, he is your son. I didn't ask you to treat him well, but please don't deprive others of the opportunity to treat him well. This child has suffered a lot, much more than you have. You have the opportunity to talk to others when you suffer, but he can't even complain."
Yao Qiwen looked at the child cowering behind Wen Qiao and lowered her eyes.
She gave up.
She held onto the table beside her and tried to stand up, but her legs were numb and she couldn't. Xiao Jun walked over timidly and offered to help her.
Yao Qiwen glanced at him with twinkling eyes. This child's eyebrows and eyes looked like hers, and his expression was innocent. He looked like a good and kind child.
She didn't know what was going on, but she seemed to be touched and stood up with Xiao Junhe's hand.
She took one last look at him, then turned and walked out the door.
Wen Qiao put his arm around Xiao Junhe's shoulders: "She always yells and screams when she sees you, aren't you afraid of her?"
Xiao Junhe shook his head: "I'm not afraid."
Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows. This was probably the magic of the blood relationship between mother and son. No matter how Yao Qiwen treated him, he always had a filter of family affection for her.
"Come here, I'll give you acupuncture. Are you afraid of the pain?"
"Don't be afraid. My sister told me to be brave, so I will be brave."
Wen Chi came in from outside, looking at Wen Qiao's gentle face, and said angrily: "Wen Qiao, why do you treat this kid the same as Wen Mo, why are you so mean to me?"
Wen Qiao: "Reflect on yourself first. Are you as cute as your brothers?"
Wen Chi's eyes widened: "Which of my three million fans doesn't praise me for being cute?"
"Ah? When did they go blind?"
Wen Chi threw away the shoulder bag on his body: "Today, let your handsome and cute brother be your assistant, so that you can see my charm."
Therefore, when Wen Chi was the assistant, Wen Qiao despised him: "You are too slow, often pick up the wrong needle, not patient enough, not careful enough, just a hindrance."
Master Chi: I’m going to become autistic.
"You just dislike me." Chi Ye, a tall boy of about 1.80 meters tall, felt very aggrieved.
Wen Qiao put away the needle bag, washed her hands, and seeing that her brother was still autistic, she reached out and rubbed his head: "Why don't you have any tolerance at all?"
"Who told you to be double-standard?"
In the past, Wen Mo was his biological brother, so he endured it. Now, a non-blood-related kid has come, and his status has dropped again.
I am unwilling and feel wronged.
Wen Qiao reached out and hugged him: "You're still energetic."
"Cut the watermelon for me."
Wen Qiao raised her eyebrows and thought, forget it, her brother has already been so wronged, she might as well serve him.
(End of this chapter)