CH 122
These kinds of peaceful days did not last long, as the Wen family came calling.
They were earlier than Wen Chuo expected, about a year to be exact. Perhaps since he has been “reborn”, the flaps of his tiny butterfly wings has unknowingly changed the path of the future of the previous life.
Rong-shu stood in the doorway, looking at the sharp eyed teen before him. A rare and sudden hesitance came through his entire body, and he didn’t know what to call him.
When Liu Ruo Qing left with Wen Chuo by her side, Fan Qiu Yun had forbidden anyone from even uttering a single word related to them. Wen Tian Hao naturally took over as the “main” son, and even if anyone outside the family technically knew about this affair, they didn’t pay it much mind, as a homewrecker becoming the head wife wasn’t an uncommon story after all.
Whoever won, then naturally they would be the winner. And evidently, Fan Qiu Yun had been the one who stood on top.
Rong-shu was Wen Jin Cheng’s personal secretary, and all these years, although he had no preference for either side, he had openly and discreetly received quite a few benefits from Fan Qiu Yun and her son. So on some sort of level, he was not willing for Wen Chuo to take over the company.
“Shao-ye,”1 Rong-shu finally opened his mouth,
“Are you free to have a talk?”
Hearing this reference call to him, Wen Chuo only felt like it was a stinging and mocking joke. He didn’t say anything and was just about to close the door when Rong-shu quickly stopped him,
“The chairman sent me over. He knows that you have suffered quite a few wrongs these past years. And no matter what, avoidance is not the answer. I hope the respectable you would be able to openly and honestly allow me to have a conversation with you.”
His gaze settled inside, evidently wanting to go in, but he was blocked off by Wen Chuo who used his body to stop his gaze and the two of them silently froze in a standoff.
Rong-shu said,
“I’m only the messenger, and I cannot go back without a report for the chairman. No matter if you give me a yes or a no, you have to at least give me a chance. Allow me to say everything clearly, no?”
Bai Yang was still inside and Wen Chuo did not want to start an argument at the door. Perhaps he was also past his rebellious phase and all the curses and swearing had no more meaning to him. He stared at Rong-shu’s earnest looking face, a cold glint flashing by his eyes, and responded with an emotionless face,
“Go wait downstairs.”
And then closed the door with a bang.
Seeing that the Wen family sent someone over, Wen Chuo had thought he would have been really excited, but in reality, his heart was as calm as a pool of stagnant water. There was no joy, no hate, as if these people were passing clouds in the sky. The moment he had died in his past life, everything disappeared up in smoke, leaving his life very cleanly without a mark.
He stood on the spot, blanking out for a while before walking back into the bedroom. Bai Yang was currently lying on the bed, without much energy from a small fever. Seeing Wen Chuo come in, he opened his heavy eyes, exerting a lot of effort to sit back up.
Wen Chuo thought he was going to ask him something, but there was only silence ringing in his ear. After a moment, he took the initiative to say,
“Rest up well. I’ll go down to buy you some medicine.”
The moment he said those words, Bai Yang suddenly lifted up his head to grab his hand. There was a moment that Wen Chuo felt like his wrist was about to be shattered from the force, and his face couldn’t even hide the slight emotion from the sudden pain. He was just going to say something when Bai Yang silently let go of him.
Wen Chuo received the phone and his expression panned out to become even more emotionless and uncaring. A retching cough came out of the speaker before a very old, elderly voice spoke out,
“Ah-Chuo?”2
Wen Chuo replied,
“It’s me.”
When Wen Jin Cheng aged, he aged terribly. When he occasionally fronted the news, there was no way to see the resemblance of the image in Wen Chuo’s mind to now. But his tone sounded just like he remembered, as condescending as it could be,
“Hmm, don’t throw a tantrum. Come back soon.”
As if Wen Chuo had stayed here for ten or so years, all the faults were not because of him.
Wen Chuo asked,
“How’s your health?”
Wen Jin Cheng coughed a few times, his voice cloudy and a bit breathless,
“Like that.”
Wen Chuo smiled,
Notes:
*1 Shao-ye: sort of like how Huo Ming Chen was referenced, and how XYZ was called, this term is a respectful reference call to the son of a wealthy family (also can be used mockingly too). Not technically the same as young master as this only implies the son, not as the person they “follow”, if that makes sense. Altho it can, but given the context here, it’s kind of just a reference call.
*2 Ah-Chuo: not a sneeze haha, but a sort of affectionate way to call Wen Chuo, like Ah-Qi in volume 1 for Lu Qi.
Edit: Corrected name from Wen Tian Hao to Fan Qiu Yun
They were earlier than Wen Chuo expected, about a year to be exact. Perhaps since he has been “reborn”, the flaps of his tiny butterfly wings has unknowingly changed the path of the future of the previous life.
Rong-shu stood in the doorway, looking at the sharp eyed teen before him. A rare and sudden hesitance came through his entire body, and he didn’t know what to call him.
When Liu Ruo Qing left with Wen Chuo by her side, Fan Qiu Yun had forbidden anyone from even uttering a single word related to them. Wen Tian Hao naturally took over as the “main” son, and even if anyone outside the family technically knew about this affair, they didn’t pay it much mind, as a homewrecker becoming the head wife wasn’t an uncommon story after all.
Whoever won, then naturally they would be the winner. And evidently, Fan Qiu Yun had been the one who stood on top.
Rong-shu was Wen Jin Cheng’s personal secretary, and all these years, although he had no preference for either side, he had openly and discreetly received quite a few benefits from Fan Qiu Yun and her son. So on some sort of level, he was not willing for Wen Chuo to take over the company.
“Shao-ye,”1 Rong-shu finally opened his mouth,
“Are you free to have a talk?”
Hearing this reference call to him, Wen Chuo only felt like it was a stinging and mocking joke. He didn’t say anything and was just about to close the door when Rong-shu quickly stopped him,
“The chairman sent me over. He knows that you have suffered quite a few wrongs these past years. And no matter what, avoidance is not the answer. I hope the respectable you would be able to openly and honestly allow me to have a conversation with you.”
His gaze settled inside, evidently wanting to go in, but he was blocked off by Wen Chuo who used his body to stop his gaze and the two of them silently froze in a standoff.
Rong-shu said,
“I’m only the messenger, and I cannot go back without a report for the chairman. No matter if you give me a yes or a no, you have to at least give me a chance. Allow me to say everything clearly, no?”
Bai Yang was still inside and Wen Chuo did not want to start an argument at the door. Perhaps he was also past his rebellious phase and all the curses and swearing had no more meaning to him. He stared at Rong-shu’s earnest looking face, a cold glint flashing by his eyes, and responded with an emotionless face,
“Go wait downstairs.”
And then closed the door with a bang.
Seeing that the Wen family sent someone over, Wen Chuo had thought he would have been really excited, but in reality, his heart was as calm as a pool of stagnant water. There was no joy, no hate, as if these people were passing clouds in the sky. The moment he had died in his past life, everything disappeared up in smoke, leaving his life very cleanly without a mark.
He stood on the spot, blanking out for a while before walking back into the bedroom. Bai Yang was currently lying on the bed, without much energy from a small fever. Seeing Wen Chuo come in, he opened his heavy eyes, exerting a lot of effort to sit back up.
Wen Chuo thought he was going to ask him something, but there was only silence ringing in his ear. After a moment, he took the initiative to say,
“Rest up well. I’ll go down to buy you some medicine.”
The moment he said those words, Bai Yang suddenly lifted up his head to grab his hand. There was a moment that Wen Chuo felt like his wrist was about to be shattered from the force, and his face couldn’t even hide the slight emotion from the sudden pain. He was just going to say something when Bai Yang silently let go of him.
Wen Chuo received the phone and his expression panned out to become even more emotionless and uncaring. A retching cough came out of the speaker before a very old, elderly voice spoke out,
“Ah-Chuo?”2
Wen Chuo replied,
“It’s me.”
When Wen Jin Cheng aged, he aged terribly. When he occasionally fronted the news, there was no way to see the resemblance of the image in Wen Chuo’s mind to now. But his tone sounded just like he remembered, as condescending as it could be,
“Hmm, don’t throw a tantrum. Come back soon.”
As if Wen Chuo had stayed here for ten or so years, all the faults were not because of him.
Wen Chuo asked,
“How’s your health?”
Wen Jin Cheng coughed a few times, his voice cloudy and a bit breathless,
“Like that.”
Wen Chuo smiled,
Notes:
*1 Shao-ye: sort of like how Huo Ming Chen was referenced, and how XYZ was called, this term is a respectful reference call to the son of a wealthy family (also can be used mockingly too). Not technically the same as young master as this only implies the son, not as the person they “follow”, if that makes sense. Altho it can, but given the context here, it’s kind of just a reference call.
*2 Ah-Chuo: not a sneeze haha, but a sort of affectionate way to call Wen Chuo, like Ah-Qi in volume 1 for Lu Qi.
Edit: Corrected name from Wen Tian Hao to Fan Qiu Yun
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