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"Give it to me." Mother Wen said matter-of-factly, extending her hand.

What she wanted was none other than Wen He's phone.

Seeing this, Wen He was terrified and slowly shook his head, hiding the phone behind his back.

"Give it to me, don't make me say it a third time."

Mother Wen frowned, her slightly angry tone scaring Wen He into taking a half step back.

"Mom… I've done everything… Leave me some privacy…"

He pleaded pitifully.

Wen He never expected that even after doing so much, his mother would still want to strip him of his last bit of privacy.

From waking up at six in the morning to going to bed at twelve at night, Wen He hardly stopped during that time.

The only rest he got was a brief respite on the bus to and from work.

He basically took care of all the big and small matters inside and outside the house by himself.

Wen He didn't say anything about this, nor did he ever complain.

Now…

He just wanted a little bit of privacy.

"Is there a problem with me wanting my phone back?"

"Don't forget whose house you're living in, whose food you're eating, whose clothes you're wearing, and whose money you're using."

"You still have privacy?"

"Is there something shady hidden in your phone? Give it to me now!"

Wen He's pleas had no effect whatsoever.

The more he didn't want Mother Wen to see, the more she wanted to see.

Mother Wen just wanted to tell Wen He who was in charge in this house.

"… … … …"

Wen He lowered his head in silence.

He could only resist silently in this way.

"Hurry up and take it out!"

Mother Wen suddenly roared, scaring Wen He's body into a shiver, but he still didn't mean to hand over the phone.

"I'd like to see what kind of unspeakable things you're hiding in your phone."

Seeing that Wen He was slow to act, Mother Wen directly reached out to snatch it.

"Mom… I beg you…" Wen He's eyes were filled with tears as his right hand tightly gripped the phone.

Slap!

A loud slap landed on his face.

Dazed by the slap, Wen He's phone was also taken away by Mother Wen.

Wen He lowered his head, a red palm print burning on his cheek.

She carefully checked every app on the phone.

It wasn't until Mother Wen opened PDD and saw the dazzling array of cute dolls that her brows furrowed even deeper.

Opening [History], she discovered that Wen He had been browsing these kinds of goods for the past two days.

Seeing this, Mother Wen sneered: "So, you have someone you like."

As she spoke, she opened Wen He's WeChat again, seeing the girl he had pinned to the top.

She read through their chats one by one.

Their conversations were all just everyday things, and they didn't say anything special.

Feeling a little bored, Mother Wen threw the phone onto the bed and couldn't help but ridicule: "Don't you look at yourself, wanting to eat swan meat when you're just a toad."

"I don't even know what you have to hide. If there was even a little ambiguity in your chat, I might even praise you a little."

"You're hiding it so carefully, I thought there was some progress, but it turns out it's just wishful thinking."

"That's right, who would be blind enough to like you? What do you have to offer?"

"Oh right, it seems there is something, you're quite good at housework."

Mother's sarcastic ridicule ruthlessly shattered the little bit of self-confidence that Wen He had managed to build up.

That familiar sense of inferiority enveloped him again.

Wen He felt like a rat in a sewer, thinking he was living under the sunny grasslands just because a ray of light shone in.

Perhaps…

He shouldn't have believed that he deserved to be saved.

At this time, Mother Wen once again reached out to Wen He.

Wen He was stunned, raising his head like a wooden puppet, his slightly blurred vision looking at his mother.

"What are you looking at me for? Isn't it obvious enough? Hand over the money." Mother Wen said coldly.

"I don't have money…" Wen He said.

"No money?" Mother Wen narrowed her eyes, then roared: "What are you looking at those things for if you don't have money! Do you think I'm stupid!"

Wen He was so frightened that his expression was flustered. He stood there at a loss, not knowing what to say.

"What's all the noise?" Father Wen walked over with an impatient look.

"This kid's wings are getting hard. He doesn't know where he secretly hid money, wanting to give his little girlfriend a gift!" Mother Wen deliberately emphasized the words "little girlfriend".

"How much did he hide?"

Hearing that Wen He had hidden money, Father Wen's face darkened immediately.

His tone became particularly cold, and the look in his eyes as he looked at Wen He was as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"I didn't hide money… I was just looking… I wanted to wait until I got paid later…" Wen He's voice was as low as a mosquito's, and he didn't dare to look his father in the eye at all.

"I told you a long time ago that all the wages should be transferred to my card. You want to secretly hide your wages!?" Father Wen questioned.

"No, no, no… I wouldn't dare…"

"Then what are you looking at these things for?"

This sentence directly left Wen He speechless.

Facing his parents, Wen He had already racked his brains to lie as much as possible.

Such a clumsy lie not only failed to get him out of trouble, but instead made him sink deeper into it.

He was extremely nervous, his brain spinning wildly, trying to find a relatively perfect excuse to deceive them.

But Wen He's flustered appearance basically confirmed the fact that he was lying.

"If I find out that you're lying to me, you should know what the consequences will be."

"I'll give you one last chance, take it out, don't force me to do it."

Father Wen warned with a fierce look in his eyes.

Wen He felt a suffocating fear, his body trembling slightly uncontrollably.

"Dad… Can I keep twenty… I just want twenty… Please…"

Slap!

Before Wen He could finish speaking, another loud slap landed on the same spot.

The force of it far exceeded Mother Wen's slap.

Wen He's brain was instantly blank, and his pupils trembled in his eye sockets as if there was an earthquake.

"Don't negotiate with me, just take it out when I tell you to." Father Wen said in a deep voice, as if this was just a small warning.

Wen He picked up the phone from the bed, bumped into his parents, and ran straight out.

The last bit of light and warmth in his heart was completely and ruthlessly extinguished at this moment.

"You run! If you dare to go out this door today, I'll break your legs!" Father Wen roared like an angry beast.

Wen He stood at the door for a moment, then rushed out anyway.

"Damn it! His wings are really getting hard! When he comes back, I won't beat him black and blue unless his skin is thick!"

This was the first time that Father Wen hadn't been able to control Wen He, and he was very angry at Wen He's resistance.

And all of this…

Was recorded by a pinhole camera hidden in the corner.