BXBX NOVEL Chapter 43
Wen Jianmin ground out with gritted teeth. “Acting like a nutcase as always. The son hitting his old man, huh? Su Yun, so these are the wonderful sons and daughter you’ve brought up?”
Wen Qiao ran over, grabbed Wen Jianmin in one swoop before she hurled him towards the wall.
Thud!
She then turned around and spread out her arms to hug Wen Chi, patting his back gently. “Xiao Chi, don’t be rash. With Sister around… with Sister around, I won’t let anyone bully you guys. Calm down, calm down.”
Wen Chi was trembling all over, his eyes completely fiery as his chest heaved up and down. On the other hand, Wen Mo was standing at the door, watching this scene fearfully. Wen Jianmin was the person who caused him the most trauma. He didn’t even have the courage to go near.
With his temples throbbing, Wen Chi grabbed Wen Qiao’s hand as his lifeline, as though he was a drowning man hanging onto a piece of wood to keep him adrift.
He was struggling with his own manic emotions.
His biological father had given up on him. His eyes were filled with despair, as though saying ‘Sister, you can’t give up on me as well.’
Holding her breath, Wen Qiao continued to soothe his emotions. “You and Xiao Mo will always be my good brothers. Sister will always be here to protect the two of you.”
Only then did Wen Chi slowly calm down.
Behind, Wen Jianmin was aching all over after Wen Qiao violently threw him against the wall. At the thought of how this lass had sent a court summons to his company, his fury intensified.
“Wen Qiao, how dare you treat me this way? You’re so ill-bred! Your behavior is ridiculous! Like moー”
Wen Qiao murmured softly to Su Yun, “Mom, look after Xiao Chi.”
She then turned around and stared at Wen Jianmin coldly. “Towards people I like, not only do I show good upbringing, I’m also very affable and friendly. If Mr. Wen feels that I’m ill-bred, that just means I detest you, that I abhor you. Mr. Wen, you’re accusing others of being ill-bred when you yourself showed up at someone else’s doorstep making vicious remarks. If anything, that is behavior that reflects poor upbringing.”
Wen Jianmin nearly fainted from anger. “Su Yun, did you teach her that? Mr. Wen this and Mr. Wen that?”
Standing forward to block off the view of her mother, Wen Qiao shoved away that disgusting hand pointing at her mother. “What right have you to point fingers at my mom? Are you fit? If I don’t address you as Mr. Wen, should I be calling you Dad instead? Are you fit? Have you ever fulfilled the duty of a father for a day? Buying limited edition bags that cost hundreds of thousands yuan for your current wife, buying a two hundred thousand yuan piano for your stepdaughter, while being unable to fork out the medical expenses for your biological sons. And you’re here pointing fingers and saying I am being insatiably greedy? Just buy two fewer limited edition bags for Zhong Hui, and you can easily cough up the two million yuan! Aren’t Wen Chi and Wen Mo your biological sons? You’re so calculative when it comes to spending money on your biological children. Has your conscience been eaten by the dogs?”
By now, the surrounding neighbors were sticking their heads out to watch the free show. Wen Jianmin’s original intention for coming was to teach this insatiably greedy family a lesson. He hadn’t imagined this lass to be so sharp-tongued that he couldn’t even ward off the blows.
He felt a complete loss of face.
“You—”
“I what? If Mr. Wen doesn’t wish to pay this sum, at least do it in a more dignified manner. Don’t run here and act like a shrew shouting abuse in the streets. Let’s settle this in court. Didn’t I give you a name card? Communicate through my lawyer. You may not have any pride, but I do!”
Wen Jianmin was so infuriated that he lost all sense of rationality. Raising his hand, he wanted to hit her again, when even Wen Mo ran over.
Regardless of how afraid Wen Mo felt, his desire to protect his older sister overwhelmed that fear.
Wen Qiao shielded her brother and grabbed Wen Jianmin’s wrist in one swoop. She spat out with clenched teeth, “Can’t win in an argument and you’re getting physical? Is this Mr. Wen’s so-called ‘good’ upbringing? Is this Mr. Wen’s standard? Thankfully us three don’t live with Mr. Wen. Else we might have turned into scoundrels who only know how to resolve issues with violence when anger gets the better of us!”