Chapter 981

"Xiao Wu, shut up for me..." Bai Huien was surprised, and hurriedly stopped the bodyguard from continuing.

The bodyguard was full of unwillingness, and said to Bai Hui'en, "Madam, you have suffered so much grievance, and I have to avenge what I say today. Father, Madam was trying to prevent Mr. Wen from leaving, so she accidentally sprained her foot. It's a pity that she was injured and couldn't keep him. Madam, he is his elder no matter what, he has never respected Madam from beginning to end..."

Bai Huien looked apprehensive and looked at Mr. Wen before saying anything.

"Dad...it's my fault...don't misunderstand Mu Chu..."

Mr. Wen glanced at Bai Huien with a dim light.

Immediately, he sighed softly.

It would be a big mess, and others would see a joke.

He asked the housekeeper to help Bai Huien into the car.

The group got into the luxurious extended car, and the housekeeper immediately contacted a personal doctor to bandage the wound on Bai Huien's foot.

When the car returned to Wen's house, the personal doctor also arrived.

The doctor bandaged Bai Huien's ankle and instructed her to rest in bed for a few days.

Old man Wen stood at the door, looking at Bai Huien with complicated eyes.

Bai Huien pulled the corners of her lips and smiled apologetically at Mr. Wen with red eyes.

"Dad, I'm really useless. Not only did I fail to stop Mu Chu for you, but I hurt myself for nothing... This matter, I'm useless myself, you can't blame Mu Chu..."

Old man Wen leaned on a cane, smashed the floor, turned around and left here with a gloomy face.

Seeing that the old man was gone, Bai Huien slowly lowered the corners of her lips, which were slightly pursed.

She lowered her eyes to her bandaged ankle.

At this moment, no one knew what she was thinking.

No one knew how big the waves were in her heart.

He is back, her son is finally back.

He really looks like that woman.

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Old man Wen sat on the sofa on the first floor without saying a word, leaning on a cane.

His face was ashen, and he sat there motionless.

Seeing that it was getting late, the housekeeper advised him to go back to the house to rest, but Mr. Wen ignored him at all.

After an unknown amount of time, I heard footsteps coming from outside.

Only then did Mr. Wen react.

His eyes slowly moved towards the door.

Then, he saw Wen Zhihuai, surrounded by a few people in suits and leather shoes, and entered the living room.

Wen Zhihuai whispered to those people while walking.

Those people responded respectfully.

Seeing that, Wen Zhihuai took someone to the study on the second floor.

Mr. Wen immediately took a cup from the coffee table and slammed it to the ground.

There was a crisp sound, and this sound completely interrupted Wen Zhihuai's rhythm.

He stopped his voice and looked up at Mr. Wen's side.

"Dad...why haven't you rested yet?"

Old man Wen sneered coldly with a sarcastic expression on his face.

"You are a busy person. I can't see you even in the daytime. I can't help it. In order to see you, I can only stay here and wait for you to come back..."

Wen Zhihuai's eyes narrowed, and he immediately waved away the people who were following him, and walked towards Mr. Wen step by step.

"Dad, what happened?"

Old man Wen snorted coldly, his face even more ugly.

"What happened? It's not because you are hiding and covering my grandson and don't let me see him..."

Wen Zhihuai took off his suit jacket, and a servant immediately took it in front of him.

Another servant quickly made a cup of tea and placed it in front of Wen Zhihuai.

Wen Zhihuai sat down and took a few sips of tea.

Hearing the words of Mr. Wen, his eyes flashed slightly.

Immediately, he put down the teacup as if nothing had happened, and pursed his lips lightly at Mr. Wen.

"Dad... I can't decide this matter. You know, the child is old, and our Wen family has not raised him or taken care of him for so many years. He just came to Jinjing, and he doesn't really want to meet some strangers. We should also be considerate of him..."

When Mr. Wen heard the words, his eyes immediately turned red.

He choked his voice and looked at Wen Zhihuai: "Stranger? I'm his grandfather, how could I be a stranger? Zhihuai... You know best, how much I hope you can have a son for so many years. But...you and Huien have nothing to do, and our Wen family is about to die. It's hard to know that I still have an eldest grandson, but you cruelly refused to let me see him, do you think it's fair to me? "

Wen Zhihuai's eyes were dark, and his expression was a little low.

He pursed his lips and said nothing, and there was a dull pain in his heart.

"Oh... fair? Dad... Do you think you were fair to Qiaoying? She didn't get you to face her until she died... During that time, when Mu Chu disappeared, not only did you not cooperate with him to find him The whereabouts, you even sneered at her, saying she was a broom star. Mu Chu is missing, it is not her fault, why do you blame her for the fault? If it wasn't for your stimulation, Qiaoying would not be possible for her, step by step Step into the road of no return, and never look back. Dad...you must never mention the word fair to me again...you and you owe Qiaoying, Mu Chu, and me all your life. …”

After Wen Zhihuai said this, he stood up abruptly, no matter what Mr. Gu Wen's reaction was, he walked away.

Mr. Wen sat there, his face ashen with anger.

He gasped for breath, widened his eyes, and looked at Wen Zhihuai's leaving back in disbelief.

"You...you rebel, you're just going to piss me off..."

However, his hysterical roar didn't bring Wen Zhihuai back at all.

Wen Zhihuai went into the study on the second floor exhausted and locked himself in the house.

He staggered to a bookcase and pulled out a black and white photo from a book inside.

The woman in the photo has a beautiful face and a happy face.

Two shallow dimples were printed on her cheeks, and those eyes were full of charm.

Wen Zhihuai held the photo and sat down leaning against the wall little by little.

With trembling hands, he stroked the outline of the woman's facial features in the photo.

"Qiaoying, why have I never dreamed of you for so many years? Why didn't you give me a dream? Do you also hate me, hate my inability to protect you and Mu Chu, and hate my presidency? If I had known earlier, I would have lost you, this president, I would rather not do it. For so many years, no one can understand my pain, I feel really tired..."

Wen Zhihuai's eyes were slightly red, and he pressed the photo tightly against his aching chest.

He raised his head and closed his eyes slightly.

The atmosphere around was extremely depressed.

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Wen Zhihuai's dejected and extremely decadent look was clearly seen by Bai Huien.