Chapter 6

Views Sons As Stigmas

Their father, Wen Jianmin, immediately abandoned his wife and children after knowing that his sons were ill. He made their mother leave the Wen family without a cent to her name, along with the three of them.

There hadn’t been any hesitation at all. It was as if he’d only need to stop the damages in his life in time and there weren’t any excessive emotions involved.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Geniuses and lunatics were only differentiated by a fine line. Wen Qiao knew that both her younger brothers were geniuses, and in this lifetime, she was going to work hard to nurture both Wen Chi and Wen Mo into amazing people.

Let their trashy scoundrel of a father go regret his decision!

Wen Qiao sent Lu Youyou a message while she had breakfast, telling her to bring over a name card of their lawyer.

Lu Youyou rushed over rapidly in half an hour, tossing bags of stuff onto the sofa. “Qiaoqiao, it’s all clothing that I don’t really wear. You can have them.”

Wen Qiao knew that the clothes and shoes given to her by her best friend Lu Youyou, who came from a rich family, were in fact all new. Lu Youyou was worried that Wen Qiao would be mentally burdened and was likely lying that these were all old clothes that she no longer wore.

In the past, Lu Youyou has always told her this:

It’s fine to not recognize that heartless father. I’ll be your father. I’ll support your entire family!

“Youyou, thank you.” Wen Qiao hugged Lu Youyou.

“We’re a family. There’s no need to say these things. Daddy is willing to give all that I have to you.”

Lu Youyou swiped her phone and her countenance changed drastically. “Xu Lu posted something on her Moments.”

Xu Lu was the daughter her stepmother Zhong Hui had brought to the Wen family. Xu Lu was the elder sister whom she had no blood relationship with and was now living in the Wen family’s villa together with her mom.

[Xu Lu: Thank you Uncle Wen for buying me a grand piano. [/love]]

The attached photo was an expensive-looking piano.

Not long later, a comment appeared at the bottom. [Xu Lu: Giving a reply together here. It isn’t expensive. It only costs 200,000.]

Seeing the shameless post, Lu Youyou groused, “Retch. I really feel like puking. What ‘giving a reply together’. It’s clearly a post that only went up three minutes ago. Are there really so many people asking her about the price? Xu Lu is really a b*tch. Your dad is seriously the trashiest dad I’ve ever seen. To think that he is so generous with his money to spend on someone else’s daughter. Despicable! After your parents got divorced, your dad didn’t spend a single cent on you and your two siblings. Isn’t that trashy? That’s just too too trashy! Ugh it just pisses me off!”

Wen Qiao raised her brows. “Where’s the lawyer’s name card?”

Lu Youyou quickly took out the name card from her bag. “Why do you want it for?”

Wen Qiao smiled. “To collect debt.”

Even though she had many ways to earn money, this was something that Wen Jianmin owed them. Therefore, of course she must ask for it back.

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In late June, the stuffy and humid weather was brought away by the typhoon and it became cooling and comfortable. Wen Qiao took a public bus to the Wen family’s villa in which she had spent nine years of her life.

The maid, Auntie Rong, who had always treated her endearingly was there when she arrived. Seeing that she had come, Auntie Rong opened the engraved metal gates and said warmly, “Young Miss, you’ve come.”

Wen Qiao smiled. “Is he at home?”

“Yes. Your father is here. Madam, Young Master, and Miss Lu are all at home.”

Passing through the garden and walking along the swimming pool, Wen Qiao walked up to the villa’s entrance. She opened the door and stood at the entryway, seeing the figure playing the piano. It was her 11-year-old younger brother Wen Xuan, who shared the same father but a different mother with her.

Auntie Rong was about to call out when Wen Qiao tugged at her. “It’s fine. Wait for him to finish playing.”

The family of four was all present. Wen Jianmin and Zhong Hui were seated on the sofa, Wen Xuan was playing the piano, and Xu Lu was standing by his side, guiding him. They looked really harmonious together, and she, as the uninvited guest, appeared excessive and abrupt.

Wen Xuan didn’t have any talent in the piano at all, but he shook his head a lot, putting up a good act. After he pressed down on the last key, he raised his chin, wearing an expression that practically screamed ‘asking to be praised’.

Wen Jianmin took the lead to applause, looking very proud. “Our Xuanxuan is so good. When you compare, Wen Chi and Wen Mo really are the greatest stigmas in my life.”

Hearing those callous words uttered by her so-called father, Wen Qiao lowered her head and smiled with a hint of mockery.