Wen Qiao, who had been leaning against the wall, stood up straight and clapped his hands as he walked into the living room. "Chopin's Polonaise in G minor, played well, only a little worse than our Wen Mo played when he was four years old."
The arrival of the uninvited guest broke the warmth of a family of four. Wen Jianmin's eyes flashed with guilt. He just said that the two children were a stain on his life. Did this girl hear him
Wen Xuan was the first to react. He jumped down from the stool and said unconvincedly, "Don't compare me with a psychopath who can't even speak!"
Zhong Hui and Xu Lu observed Wen Jianmin's reaction calmly. Wen Jianmin obviously had no objection to this sentence and did not say anything to stop him.
Wen Qiao sneered, "If I had to choose, I would rather be a genius with mental disorders than a mediocre person like you. After all, mental disorders can be cured, but being ordinary will only follow you for the rest of your life."
Zhong Hui couldn't help it and said sarcastically: "Xuanxuan is still young, why are you arguing with a child?"
Wen Qiao sneered: "If the child is ignorant, it must be the adults who taught him so. If the adults are ignorant, then it must be Aunt Zhong who always talks about mental illness in private?"
Zhong Hui felt frustrated and gritted her teeth.
"You're full of hostility as soon as you get here. What are you here for?" Wen Jianmin finally spoke, but only to protect his current wife and son.
The four of them stood together, Wen Qiao was alone against the whole world, and the smile in his eyes was cold.
Wen Qiao took out a piece of paper from his jeans pocket and slowly unfolded it: "I came here today to settle accounts with you. You divorced my mother and forced her to leave the house. In the past eleven years, you have not paid a penny of child support for the three underage children. This is illegal in the legal sense. I calculated the bill and you will have to pay us about two million. Here is the bill, please take a look."
After being reborn, she had many things to do, and naturally she needed money.
It would be a waste if you don't take the money from your scumbag father. You can't just give it to him for nothing.
Zhong Hui shouted, "Wen Qiao, you really don't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt are. You really want two million right away. Do you think your father's money came from the wind?"
The fake smile on Wen Qiao's face completely disappeared: "Your ex-husband is useless and unwilling to give you child support, but my dad is different. My dad has money. Besides, do you have the right to butt in on my taking my dad's money? Find out your last name before you speak."
Wen Jianmin frowned: "You are so disrespectful to your elders. Is this what your mother taught you?"
Wen Qiao shrugged, "My mother is gentle and kind, I was raised wildly. Besides, I'm not being disrespectful, I'm just being straightforward. I'm only nineteen, still young and ignorant. Aunt Zhong shouldn't be angry with me, right?"
Zhong Hui was so angry that her face turned red and white.
Wen Jianmin was a little annoyed: "I said one thing, and you had ten things waiting for me. You have no manners at all. You know to call me dad after you got the money, but why don't you call me dad normally?"
"You got the cause and effect wrong. It's not that I don't call you dad, it's that you abandoned us first. I wanted to call you dad, but did you give me a chance, Mr. Wen?"
Wen Jianmin threw the bill in his hand and said, "Two million, don't even think about it, I don't have it."
Wen Qiao took out a business card from another pocket and said, "If you have any opinions, please talk to my lawyer. I don't mind exposing our dirty laundry and taking it to court."
She placed the business card on the plywood of the grand piano, then turned around and left in a graceful manner.
(End of this chapter)