On the wedding night, the villain husband cried and his eyes turned red

"Brother, don't rush to a conclusion. I'm going to check it for you. I'm going to check it for you right now. Please, give me a little more time, okay?"

Wen Yian reached out and grabbed Wen Yidi's sleeve, his voice trembling. Although no concrete evidence had been found, he had a strong hunch that his brother's guess was right.

Growing up, his parents treated him much better than his brother. When he was a child, he had never asked his mother this question. To this, her answer was:

"Your brother is the eldest son and will inherit the family business in the future. Naturally, I have to be stricter with him."

He was young at that time, and his parents could easily fool him with a few casual words. But as he gets older, does he really not think about it, or is he unwilling to think about it?

Wen Yi'an naturally enjoyed the favor of his parents and put all the burdens of the Wen family on his brother. And he only needs to say a few soft words when his brother is being punished and bring a gift to his brother when he goes out to have fun, and he will be praised by the people around him:

"You are too sensible as a younger brother."

"Although the eldest young master does things safely, it is a pity that he is cold-tempered. Fortunately, the second young master is enthusiastic."

"I feel relieved to see that you two brothers get along well."

Now that I think about it carefully, he just got an advantage and behaved. Without this blood relationship, would his brother be so tolerant of him?

Wen Yidi saw the confusion, regret, and hesitation in his eyes. After a long time like this, Wen Yidi still sighed and said in a deep voice:

"In the past, I was always uneasy about you. When I was around, your innocence, impulsiveness, joy, anger, sorrow, and joy were all displayed on your face. I used to wonder if my parents favored you so much because you were stupid. I’m afraid you’ll suffer a big loss outside.”

As he spoke, he looked at his younger brother with a smile on his face:

"I didn't expect that the preference is real, but the stupidity is pretended. But that's fine, I don't have to worry about you in the future."

Hearing what he said, Wen Yian opened his mouth and was about to explain a few words. However, when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them out. Even Wen Yi'an himself couldn't remember clearly, when did he start pretending to be heartless in front of his brother?

Thinking of this, he loosened Wen Yidi's sleeves, stood up politely, and said honestly:

"Brother, I will go back first. If I find anything, I will tell you as soon as possible. You take care of yourself."

Wen Yidi hummed and said nothing more. He watched his brother slowly walk out, until he could no longer see his figure, then he relieved his strength and collapsed on the bed.

He felt extremely tight in his chest and wanted to cry but couldn't. His heart was beating wildly, and his eardrums were shaking. The pain in my head is splitting, perhaps because I haven't had a good rest for many days.

He braced himself, took out the quilt and covered himself with it, wanting to take a good rest. But after he closed his eyes, all the troubles he had experienced since he was a child appeared in his mind, one after another, which tortured him so much that he could not sleep.

Headache and dizziness are intertwined, making people feel nauseated. He staggered up and tried to rush out the door.

It was Sixi who heard something was wrong in the house and hurried over to check. Seeing Wen Yidi's appearance, he hurriedly brought the spittoon over.

In the past few days, Wen Yidi had eaten very little. Even if he felt unbearably sick, all he would vomit out was some sour water.

Sixi knew how much her master loved cleanliness, so naturally she couldn't stand the sour smell. He first brought a glass of warm water for Wen Yidi to rinse his mouth, and then brought a hot handkerchief to wipe Wen Yidi's mouth and nose carefully.

While he was doing this, he quickly took the spittoon out, opened the doors and windows, and ventilated the room well.

Perhaps because of the cold wind blowing into the house from outside, Wen Yidi felt that his mind was much clearer and his headache was not as severe as before. He waved his hand to Si Xi, indicating that he should be left alone for a while.

When he was the only one left in the room again, Wen Yidi took a long breath and said to himself:

"If this is the case, how can it be any worse?"

To be honest, when Wen Yi'an came to his door, he felt a little uncomfortable. Wen Yidi didn't expect that the younger brother he grew up with turned out to have two faces.

But soon, he was relieved. Living a simple and happy life is impossible for the Wen family. In the past, he just wanted to realize his unfulfilled dream in his younger brother.

As for his life experience, to be honest, Wen Yidi is more willing to believe that he is not a biological child of the Wen family than to admit that his parents do not love him.

If there was no blood relationship, all the questions that had been bothering him would be answered. People all have selfish motives. One is a biological son and the other is an adopted son. Everyone knows which one to choose.

He could clearly see the emotion in Wen Yi'an's eyes just now. But Wen Yidi could guess that why he came to see her so urgently today was not entirely sincere.

Once Wen Yidi has solid evidence that he is not the eldest son of the Wen family, he will definitely not be willing to shoulder the burden of Huang Shang like he is now.

By then, the Wen family had become the passive one. Wen Yidi was alone. Once he was bullied to the extreme, he might bring his life experience to the emperor.

At that time, the Wen family will commit the crime of deceiving the emperor. There is a high probability that Wen Yidi will survive, but the lives of hundreds of members of the Wen family are uncertain.

According to the information that General Guan sent people to find out, coupled with Wen Yian's reaction today, Wen Yidi could almost conclude that he was not born into the Wen family.

He was suddenly curious, what kind of people would his biological parents be? Was he lost accidentally or was he cruelly abandoned? No matter what the truth is, it can't be worse than now.

However, when it came to his family, what came to his mind was Xu Shihuan's grandfather. He couldn't help but fantasize that his biological parents were actually of high status, allowing him to walk with Xu Shihuan unscrupulously without having to endure the looks of others.

Just thinking about it, he actually felt a little sleepy. You have to dream anyway, so you might as well be bold. He fiddled with it for a long time before he folded the quilt into a human shape, and then carefully leaned in, as if there was really someone next to him.

After a while, he whispered:

"Go to sleep, kid."

After saying that, he slowly closed his eyes. It didn't take long for his breathing to become even.