Ch 22: A group of fools; Wen Li: Your father won’t let me play with you; Lu Xixiao: …

“Wen Li!” Wen Baixiang was furious.

Wen Li’s repeated disrespect towards elders and her audacious defiance had pushed Wen Baixiang to his limit. Setting aside his guilt, he adopted a fatherly stance towards her for the first time.

“Don’t repeatedly and unreasonably provoke me and challenge my limits. You can’t act so recklessly in the Wen Family!”

Wen Li lightly lifted her eyelids, and curled her lips: “Using your fatherly identity to bully me? Do you even have the face?”

In one sentence, she extinguished two-tenths of Wen Baixiang’s anger.

Ignoring Wen Baixiang, who was trembling with rage, she looked at Wen Yan.

“You don’t even know if you’re allergic to food or dog hair. Did you enter Lu Corporation to make Lu Xixiao laugh himself to death and create more opportunities for the Wen Family? Clever strategy.”

A rather vicious business war.

Before Wen Yan could speak, she swept her gaze towards the family doctor standing beside them: “You can’t even distinguish allergy symptoms? Is the white coat you’re wearing a chef’s uniform?”

Family Doctor: “???”

“A bunch of idiots.” Wen Li didn’t spare anyone.

After saying that, she hugged her dog and went upstairs.

Everyone was a little dumbfounded.

Only after Wen Li’s footsteps faded away did everyone dare to react, looking at each other in astonishment.

Wen Baixiang suppressed his temper and asked Wen Yan: “Did you accidentally eat some peanuts?”

Wen Yan shook her head: “I didn’t eat anything outside today. I ate something after I came back.” She then looked at the doctor.

The doctor salvaged the situation, saying: “There are many kinds of allergy symptoms. It’s difficult to distinguish them with just a physical examination. Blood tests are needed to identify the allergen.”

Lin Yun: “Since we knew Yan Yan was allergic to peanuts, there hasn’t been anything containing peanuts in the house. What Wen Li is saying is nonsense; it’s a dog hair allergy.”

Wen Baixiang thought: What’s going on!

“You’re prone to allergies. Maybe you’re allergic to something new. I’ll take you to the hospital for a check-up.”

The matter ended with Wen Baixiang taking Wen Yan to the hospital.

Wen Baixiang had just left when Lin Yun received a text message.

Lin Yun glanced at it and went upstairs. Only after returning to her room and locking the door did she open it to check.

【Madam, I don’t want to go to jail. Please think of a way.】

【I’ll make arrangements. You’ll symbolically stay there for a few days. After you get out, I’ll give you an extra 300,000 yuan.】

The fact that Wen Li’s room was under surveillance made Lin Yun feel unlucky.

She was already annoyed. She had planned to give Xiao Qing an extra 300,000 yuan to get rid of her, but Xiao Qing was greedy and demanded one million yuan, claiming she had lost her job.

Lin Yun was furious.

She wasn’t short of one million yuan, but she wouldn’t let a servant get away with it cheaply.

【I haven’t settled the score with you for taking the dog bell without authorization and causing trouble! Either take the 300,000 yuan and leave, or stay in jail for the rest of your life!】

A servant dared to threaten her, the master?

Lin Yun was never weak or easily manipulated in these matters.

She was certain Xiao Qing didn’t dare to fight her to the death.

Lin Yun threw her mobile phone on the table in frustration.

She had finally come up with this clever plan.

A few dog hairs wouldn’t cause Wen Yan to have severe symptoms; at most, she would sneeze a few times. So she put peanut powder in Wen Yan’s food, which she was allergic to, and then blamed it on Wen Li’s dog. This would also prevent Wen Yan’s interview tomorrow.

But Wen Li was fine.

Lin Yun’s expression became serious.

She did this not only to vent her anger for her daughter, Wen Xin, but also because Wen Li had shown a higher talent in mathematics than Wen Xin and had therefore attached herself to the Song Family.

She clearly couldn’t just treat Wen Li as an ignorant, inexperienced country girl.

But her efforts weren’t entirely wasted.

At least Wen Yan was severely affected, wasn’t she? And after today’s incident, she didn’t believe Wen Yan could remain calm.

“Dad, don’t worry. I’ll just stay away from that dog in the future.” In the car, Wen Yan, who was suffering from an allergy, comforted her father.

Wen Baixiang looked at Wen Yan’s rash and felt guilty. He said: “You’ve suffered.”

Then he sighed deeply: “That child, I really owe her.”

Wen Yan said softly: “I know, Dad. I don’t blame Xiao Li. Don’t worry. Don’t blame yourself too much.”

Tomorrow’s interview was ruined. Even if she was filled with anger and resentment, it was useless. She could only act sensible, gain more of her father’s love, and make Wen Li look even worse.

Wen Li’s words 【”asking her to move out” were the same】, confirming to Wen Yan that Wen Li couldn’t tolerate her in the family.

Previously, Wen Li hadn’t shown any hostility towards her, probably to lower her guard.

However, whether Wen Li would threaten her or not, Wen Yan always clearly knew that she was not a biological daughter.

This couldn’t be changed.

The Wen Family’s assets couldn’t satisfy her ambition, so she wouldn’t bet everything on the Wen Family.

Lu Xixiao was her clear goal.

She wanted everything about Lu Xixiao—the man himself, his status, power, influence, and wealth.

A few days later,

Wen Yan, with her own qualifications and abilities, successfully entered Lu Group and became a jewelry designer under Lu Corporation.

Sitting in her office,

Wen Yan was already looking forward to meeting Lu Xixiao…

Lu Xixiao was checking his emails when he suddenly heard shocking news.

He looked at the little guy beside him in confusion. The little guy was holding his phone motionless, as if frozen, with a dark cloud over his head.

“What’s wrong?” he asked curiously.

The little guy slowly turned to look at him, his forehead completely shadowed, his eyes showing injury and a hint of resentment towards him. He didn’t speak, just looked at him.

Lu Xixiao was puzzled. Seeing that the little guy’s phone screen was still lit, he took it.

The little guy was chatting with Wen Li on WeChat and sent Wen Li a “happy playing” emoticon.

And Wen Li replied: 【Your father won’t let me play with you.】

Lu Xixiao looked at Wen Li’s reply: “…”

Then he looked at the little guy, shrouded in a dark cloud, with the words “Older sister won’t play with me anymore” seemingly floating above his head.

He put down his work.

“Where do you want to play? Little Grandpa will accompany you.”

The little guy shook his head and said sensibly: “Rest.”

Lu Xixiao: “I’m not tired.”

The little guy looked at his bloodshot eyes and haggard face, his two small eyebrows worriedly furrowed: “…sick.”

Thinking of his own condition, Lu Xixiao’s eyes drooped slightly, a subtle emotion flashing past, too quickly to catch.

“It’ll be alright,” Lu Xixiao said, as if assuring him.

However, his brief silence was noticed by the sensitive little guy, who pouted, his eyes filled with the fear of losing Lu Xixiao.

Lu Xixiao didn’t know what lies to tell to comfort him, nor how to discuss his future arrangements with him.

Second Brother’s family was unreliable, but there was the cheerful Lu Ziyan.

Third Brother’s family was reliable, but they were too quiet.

Fourth Brother’s family wasn’t suitable either…

Jing Yuan was too dependent on him and was unwilling to interact with anyone except him, even family members.

He couldn’t directly ask Jing Yuan which family he preferred. Even if he asked indirectly, it would be noticed.

“Fifth Master.”

Lu Qi quickly entered with his phone, a look of joy on his face. He didn’t speak immediately but glanced at the little guy on the sofa.

Lu Xixiao: “Jing Yuan, go to the study on the second floor and get a pen.”

“Mm.”

The little guy immediately went to do it.

“Take it slow on the stairs.”

“Mm.”

It took a long time for him to climb the stairs.

Lu Qi quickly said: “Dean Guo just contacted me. Dr. Lu agreed to perform your surgery. The surgery is scheduled for next Wednesday. Two plans have been drawn up, and he asked me to ask for your opinion.”

Seeing that Lu Xixiao wasn’t happy, but silent instead.

Lu Qi’s heart sank. He said: “Or… should we try to find that Surgical Saint again?”

Both plans were too risky, unless the Surgical Saint performed the surgery himself, otherwise…

The atmosphere was silent for a moment.

Lu Xixiao said nothing, turning to look upstairs.

After a while, the small figure appeared in his sight, waving the pen in his hand.

Lu Xixiao watched him come down the stairs step by step.

If he unfortunately died on the operating table, the only thing he worried about was Lu Jingyuan.

Finally, when the little guy came down the last step, Lu Xixiao made a decision: “Tell Dean Guo, next Wednesday.”

His condition couldn’t be delayed any longer.