112 If I’m Obedient, Will You Like Me?

Sang Qianqian frowned. Sometimes, Wen Xu might not be able to pick up the call in time, but he would almost never hang up on her.

Was he busy, or did something happen?

Just as she was about to call again, Wen Xu sent a message. [Sis, I’m in a meeting.]

Sang Qianqian heaved a sigh of relief. [I’m fine. It’s just that the police came to look for me today after the fire last night.]

She told Wen Xu about the general situation. [It’s not an accident. Someone poured gasoline in the house and set it on fire. We don’t know who it is yet. You should also be more careful during this period of time.]

The other end of the line only replied after a long while, [Okay.]

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“Wen Xu, it’s fine if you pretend you didn’t hear what I said, but you still dare to play your phone in front of me?”

Wen Hao was furious. Wen Xu’s actions were a public challenge to his authority. “You’re openly disrespecting your leader. Do you think I won’t fire you directly?”

After Wen Xu sent the word ‘Okay’ to Sang Qianqian, he put away his phone and looked up at Wen Hao.

Wen Hao was suddenly startled. He inexplicably recalled Wen Xu staring at him like that before when he couldn’t bear it anymore and retaliated.

In the calmness, there was a terrifying fierceness and coldness, like a lone wolf in the dark night, making people feel fear.

It had been many years since Wen Hao had seen Wen Xu with such a look in his eyes. Especially during this period of time, Wen Xu was like a silent dog. He did whatever he was told to do and was surprisingly obedient.

No matter how Wen Hao scolded him, humiliated him, or made things difficult for him, he remained indifferent.

Why did he suddenly change into a different person?

Just because he had been scolding him for more than half an hour?

However, Wen Hao had scolded him in a worse manner before this, and it was even longer than this one.

While Wen Hao was still in a state of shock, Wen Xu had already locked the office door. He turned around and strode toward Wen Hao.

“Wen Xu, do you really not want to stay in Zhongwen anymore?”

Wen Hao finally realized what Wen Xu was trying to do. “If you dare to f*cking touch me, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to eat–”

Wen Xu didn’t wait for him to finish. He directly grabbed Wen Hao’s collar, pressed him down on the office chair, and madly beat him up.

At first, Wen Hao could still curse, but then he started to shout for help. Later, he could only scream. When Wen Gong let the security guard force his way in, he was completely stunned.

Wen Hao’s head and face were covered in blood, and he was on the verge of death.

As for Wen Xu, he was still swinging his fists madly, hitting Wen Hao’s body one after another.

“Wen Xu, stop!” Wen Gong shouted angrily.

Wen Xu acted as if he hadn’t heard anything. More than a dozen security guards rushed over and barely pulled him away. Wen Hao couldn’t sit still and slid down from his office chair to the ground like noodles.

“Call the ambulance, call the ambulance!” Someone shouted in panic.

Wen Gong checked Wen Hao’s injury and felt extremely pained. He turned around and ran to Wen Xu, raising his hand to slap him. “Unfilial son!”

Many years ago, his two sons had fought a lot, and almost every time, it was his youngest son, Wen Hao, who was at a disadvantage.

Sometimes, when he was too badly injured, Wen Gong couldn’t wait to punish Wen Xu and would slap him on the spot.

Not long ago, at the charity night in Yuecheng, Wen Xu didn’t know his place and had a conflict with the guests before the event started.

When Wen Gong scolded Wen Xu, he couldn’t hold back his anger and also slapped him. He also silently accepted it.

But today, Wen Xu raised his hand and pushed away Wen Gong’s arm with a rather swift movement. He looked at him with a strange and indifferent gaze.

That kind of indifference was as if he was looking at someone who had nothing to do with him.

Wen Gong was slightly surprised. However, it was a fact that he had just seen Wen Xu fight with Wen Hao.

“He’s your brother, do you know that?” he scolded. “How could you be so cruel to him? Are you trying to kill him?”

Wen Xu’s eyes were still apathetic, and he didn’t say a word.

The ambulance soon arrived, and Wen Hao was carried onto a stretcher.

Wen Gong couldn’t be bothered to scold his son anymore. He hurriedly followed the stretcher and left with a sentence, “If anything happens to Wen Hao, I won’t let you off today.”

Wen Xu still stood there indifferently until the people around him dispersed in fear.

He then went to the bathroom and washed the blood off his hands and face. He took off his bloodied suit jacket and threw it into the trash can.

It was Wen Hao’s blood.

His only injury was that he had punched Wen Hao too hard, and the skin on the back of his hand had been broken.

Wen Xu went downstairs, left the building, and walked around aimlessly.

He had thought that by enduring the humiliation and working hard, he would be able to let Wen Gong see his ability one day.

He had all the time in the world, and he wasn’t afraid of waiting. But today, he realized that he couldn’t wait. He didn’t have that much time.

Someone was trying to kill Sang Qianqian. And this person could very well be Wen Hao, Ding Aojia, or Long Junzhe. There was nothing he could do to help Sang Qianqian.

Being stepped on by a despicable person like Wen Hao, he couldn’t even protect himself. He didn’t even question Wen Hao about how he had dared to send his Sister Qian to Long Junzhe’s bed.

Wen Xu felt that he had already endured what ordinary people couldn’t, and it was enough to bear the humiliation. But now, someone had barged into Sister Qian’s place and set it on fire. This was to take Sister Qian’s life, as well as his.

He suddenly felt that it was meaningless for him to endure for so long in Zhongwen. Alas, it wasn’t worth it for him to prove anything to gain the approval of his so-called father.

Wen Xu suddenly didn’t want to endure anything anymore. He also didn’t want to use normal means to get what he wanted. That was too slow.

He was lucky that he didn’t kill Wen Hao today.

It would be best if Wen Hao didn’t die. If he did, it would’ve been too easy on him.

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It was evening when Wen Xu arrived at the hospital. He had bought Sang Qianqian’s favorite dishes and he looked very Haggard and tired.

After the meal, Sang Qianqian insisted that Wen Xu go home and rest. He stayed by her side all night and didn’t sleep. In the afternoon, he was called to the company by Wen Hao. He was probably exhausted.

Wen Xu couldn’t change Sang Qianqian’s mind so he could only reply, “Then I’ll come and pick you up from the hospital tomorrow morning.”

That night, Sang Qianqian didn’t look for Shen Hanyu again.

She only sent a message to Shen Hanyu, [I’m leaving the hospital tomorrow morning and will be staying at Wen Xu’s place. Also, I have classes in the day and can’t make it in the afternoon. I’ll come to see you at night.]

There was no reply for a long time.

Sang Qianqian was wondering why Shen Hanyu was sleeping so early. It wasn’t even eight o’clock yet.

The door was pushed open, and Shen Hanyu was standing quietly at the door. “You’re being discharged tomorrow?”

Sang Qianqian nodded. “You could have just sent a message or made a phone call. Why did you have to make a special trip?”

The floor Shen Hanyu was on was the nursing area for the more seriously injured patients. By right, they should be resting in bed and not running around.

He was a typical patient who ignored the doctor’s advice.

“If you don’t come to me, then I’ll come and see you instead,” Shen Hanyu said.

What a justified reason.

“Do you know what kind of patients doctors dislike the most?”

Sang Qianqian calmly gave her conclusion. “A disobedient patient.”

Shen Hanyu looked at her with his dark eyes and said in a calm and serious tone, “Then if I’m obedient, will you like me?”