The wheelchair moved along the carefully paved cobblestone path in the garden, but the uneven bumps made it difficult for Yun Pei to move forward.
This is how the house is. Many places are arranged without considering him. The traces left by his mother have long been changed beyond recognition. He hasn't been to the garden for a long time.
At the end of the path is a circular space surrounded by flowers and plants, with exquisite outdoor tables and chairs placed in the middle so that the owner can occasionally come here to sit.
Yun Yuexian was sitting facing the way they came. She met his eyes as soon as she raised her eyes, raised her eyebrows and gave him a bright smile.
"Brother, come and have tea with us?"
Huo Lijuan, who had her back to him, turned around and looked at him when she heard what was said. Since no one else was around, she didn't look at him in a good mood. She sneered and turned back.
Yun Pei's wheelchair slid over, and he pursed his lips with a cold expression, and stretched out his hand to the smiling person, "Give it back to me."
Yun Yuexian tilted her head in confusion, blinked innocently, and shook the porcelain cup in her hand slowly, "What is it, brother?"
"Give it back to me." Yun Pei repeated it again, staring into his eyes, and his outstretched hand remained motionless in mid-air.
"What's wrong with you again?" This time, before Yun Yuexian could say anything, Huo Lijuan glared at her in dissatisfaction, "If you have a lame leg, just stay in your room. Why are you making a scene here?"
Yun Pei ignored her, still keeping his eyes on Yun Yuexian, who took a leisurely sip of tea as if provoking her.
Not wanting to waste any more time talking to him, he stretched out his hand and tried to grab the cup from his hand, but the other person pulled his hand back and he missed it.
"Brother, if you want to drink tea, I can pour it for you. I've already drunk this cup." Yun Yuexian leaned back in the chair and tapped the wall of the cup with her fingers.
Realizing that her beloved son was playing a trick on her, Huo Lijuan stopped talking and smiled as she took a cookie to eat.
Yun Pei's dark eyes were gloomy. He slid his wheelchair forward and grabbed his wrist. "Don't let me..."
"Snap", a crisp sound.
The cup that was loosely hooked by Yun Yuexian's fingertips fell to the ground and broke into pieces in an instant, and the brown-red tea liquid flowed into the cracks between the pebbles.
"Oh, brother, look, I lost my grip when you grabbed me, and everything broke." Yun Yuexian pulled her hand away, stood up and took a step back, as if she was worried that her shoes would get dirty.
Yun Pei could no longer hear what he was saying and stared blankly at the broken cup on the ground.
"Seeing what a commotion you guys are making, I'll ask Auntie to come and clean up." Huo Lijuan lifted the hem of her skirt to avoid getting it stained by tea, put down the cup and stood up.
Before she could move, she saw out of the corner of her eye that the little loser in the wheelchair took something from the table and threw it out, followed by a scream from her son.
"ah!!!"
Yun Yuexian felt a sharp pain on his forehead as if he was hit by something. The force was so strong that he even took a half step back and fell to the ground. His tailbone was hurt by the pebbles.
But he couldn't care about this. He just felt something sticky on his hand amidst the severe pain on his forehead. He took his hand away with trembling hands. A patch of red occupied his vision. He screamed again, "My face! My face!!"
Huo Lijuan, who was stunned by the sudden situation, finally came to her senses, stumbled over and hugged her son, holding on to the table, "Xiao Yue! Xiao Yue, how are you?! Someone, come! Call an ambulance!"
The aunt who heard the noise ran over quickly. She was so scared when she saw the scene that she turned back to the house to make a phone call.
In the chaos, Yun Pei was the only one who was surprisingly calm. He slowly bent down with the help of his wheelchair, reached out to pick up the broken porcelain pieces one by one, and held them carefully in his hands, not caring about the cuts on his knuckles.
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"boom!"
Yun Haowei slapped the table and glared at his son who was sitting calmly in the wheelchair, "Look at what you have done!!"
Yun Pei lowered his eyes and didn't look at him. He gently rubbed the wound on his hand that was cut by the porcelain shard. It was a little painful. "He took my things."
“Then you can’t hit him with the teapot!” Yun Haowei slammed the table again, breathing rapidly with anger, “Do you want to kill your brother?!”
This time Yun Pei didn't say anything, as if the other party was not accusing him, and just sat there quietly.
Yun Haowei got angry when he saw him like this, and pointed his finger at him, "Do you still think you're not wrong? You beat your brother into the hospital, don't you feel any guilt at all?!"
"What is more valuable than your brother?!" Yun Haowei thought he was unreasonable. "It's broken, so can't you buy another one? Yun Pei, can't you be more sensible? Can't you give in to your brother this time?!"
"This time?" Yun Pei finally looked up at him, his face cold and his tone emotionless, "I've been hearing this since I was twelve years old. Dad, when is the next time?"
Yun Haowei was choked by his words. He didn't speak for a few seconds. He paused and slowed down his tone. "Xiao Pei, I know you don't like your brother, but no matter how much you usually go against him, I always turn a blind eye. But this time you really went too far. Your brother is an artist and a public figure. How can he work with a facial injury? What if he is photographed when he goes to the hospital today? This will affect his career!"
These words were sincere, but Yun Pei didn't buy it at all. He looked at him with a pair of calm eyes, "You have always disagreed with him entering the entertainment industry. If his career is affected this time, it's a good opportunity for him to quit. Shouldn't you be happy?"
Yun Haowei paused again after being asked this question. Yun Pei didn't want to wait for his answer and continued, "Are you worried about affecting his career, or affecting your reputation and interests? You are not worried about Yun Yuexian at all. You are worried that if he gets disfigured, the young master of the Liang family or the president of the Qin family will look down on him."
Yun Pei had long understood his father thoroughly. He was an extremely selfish person. He married his mother for the benefit of the family and had an affair with Huo Lijuan for the sake of fresh happiness.
His mother passed away and his legs were disabled, so he got married very quickly and brought home another complete and healthy son.
Did he do it because he loved Huo Lijuan and Yun Yuexian? No, if it weren't for that accident, these two people would have been forgotten in the corner and would never see the light of day.
The reason why he was so partial to her was simply because there was something about Yun Yuexian that he could use to his advantage.
Yun Haowei only loves himself.
Being said like this by his own son in front of him, Yun Haowei's expression was a little distorted with anger. He stood up from his chair and said, "Listen to what you are saying. Is this the attitude you should have towards your father?!"
His son was obviously very lively and cute when he was young. Sometimes when he drank too much at social gatherings, his father would pour him water and say, "Dad, you have worked hard."
But ever since the incident, she became gloomy and withdrawn, looking at him coldly every day, like a heartless stone, not likable at all.
Yun Pei didn't want to talk to him anymore, so he turned his wheelchair around, ignored the other person's angry voice, and left the study.
Yun Haowei will not admit his own problems. He will only think that others are wrong. Communicating with him is meaningless and will only be a waste of time.
Back in the room, Yun Pei locked the door and turned on the light. In his familiar space, he finally felt like he could take a breath.
I slid my wheelchair to the table, where a half-assembled ceramic cup was placed. I reached out and touched the cracked surface of the cup. I put away my thorns and softened my voice, "Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't protect your things..."
This cup was made by his mother herself, with the word "Pei" engraved on the bottom of the cup. He still remembered that she told him at the time that in this way, he could hold him in his palm every time he drank tea.
Huo Lijuan moved in at the time and threw away some of her mother's things, using the excuse that there were too many clutter. Those that could not be thrown away directly were locked in a small room without light.
Because of this, Yun Pei made a big fuss. In order to avoid trouble, Yun Haowei gave him the key to the room and let him handle it himself.
Later, he moved all those things to other places and only left a few in his room so that he could touch and look at them when he missed his mother.
This cup is one of them.
Yun Pei picked up a piece of debris, applied glue on it, and carefully pieced it together.
Except for eating, he did not leave the room today. Thinking about it carefully, Yun Yuexian did leave earlier.
Whether he despised him or just ignored him, apart from making sarcastic remarks to him, the other party had never come to his room alone, let alone take his things.
He was careless this time.
It was the first time that Yun Pei hit someone, and he didn't expect that he threw the weapon so accurately and with good force, making the man bleed and feel pain, but not taking his life.
A drop of water fell on the porcelain in his hand, and his fingertips trembled.
If his mother were still alive, would she make him stand in the corner as punishment, or would she tell him not to fight...
But he couldn't stand up anymore, and his mother was gone...
(End of this chapter)