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

"You bastard! Do you still have the nerve to come back?"

As soon as Wen Yidi opened the door and came in, a teacup was thrown at him. The water in the teacup spilled all over the floor, instantly leaving dark traces on the ground.

The tea cup hit his chest firmly, and then fell to the ground with a crisp cracking sound. From the beginning to the end, Wen Yidi never even frowned, as if he was not the one who was hit.

This level of beating and scolding was nothing to him. Only the slightest pain in his chest constantly reminded him that the one being beaten and scolded was himself.

"Master, please calm down. The child finally came back. Why are you so cruel to him?"

Mrs. Wen saw that Mr. Wen was smashing and scolding him, and then she slowly came up to stop him. In the past, Wen Yidi would have felt that although his father had always been strict with him, at least he still had his mother's love.

But now, he no longer has the expectations he had for his parents, and looking at the couple singing along, he feels a little ridiculous.

"Yi Di, why are you still standing there? Why don't you quickly make amends to your father?"

After hearing this, Wen Yidi immediately knelt down respectfully in front of his father as before, and said sincerely:

"Father, I know I was wrong."

Obviously, this level of apology cannot make Mr. Wen vent his anger. He looked at his eldest son kneeling in front of him, raised his hand high, and swung it hard on Wen Yidi's face, making a crisp sound.

The area where he was slapped quickly became red and swollen. Mrs. Wen persuaded slowly again:

"Sir, my son is so old, it would look bad to slap him in the face."

Mr. Wen thought to himself, what's wrong if people see it? There were many people who beat him, who would have guessed that this time it was his own doing. He looked at his eldest son carefully and saw that there was no special expression on his face. It seemed that he was not affected by the rumors.

He cleared his throat and then said seriously:

"In recent days, some ridiculous remarks have been made by the shopkeeper below. Are you aware of this?"

Wen Yidi replied neither humble nor arrogantly:

"Return to father, the child does not know."

The couple looked at each other and seemed to believe what he said. Mr. Wen raised his chin, signaling for Madam to speak. Mrs. Wen lifted her son up, pulled her son to a seat aside, and looked carefully at Wen Yidi from head to toe:

"How are you doing these days? Why do you seem to me to have lost some weight?"

"Back to mother, my son is doing well. You probably think I've lost weight because you haven't seen me for a long time."

Wen Yidi responded with a smile on his face and his voice was gentle, like the most sensible child around his parents. Although he didn't show it on his face, in his heart, he was still feeling a little uncomfortable.

These days, no matter who sees Wen Yidi, they will be surprised at how he has lost so much weight. But in his mother's opinion, he just seemed to have lost a little weight.

What's even more sad is that every time he comes home, his mother will say this. It seemed like she cared about him extremely, but in fact it was just talk.

"Son, listen to what mom told you. Don't blame your dad for losing your temper. It's just the recent rumors that are too ridiculous. Your dad was also anxious for a while, fearing that you would believe their lies, so he didn't Control your temper."

"Yes, mother, I know."

Seeing that her son responded so obediently, Mrs. Wen continued:

"Your father and I also heard what others said, saying that the Wen family had ulterior secrets behind it, and that the shopkeepers of each shop were the ones who were selected and abandoned. Tell me, is this ridiculous? Is it ridiculous? "

Wen Yidi was not in a hurry to answer, but slightly raised the corners of his mouth and looked at his mother with a smile, wanting to see how she would explain next.

"Yidi, I don't care what other people think about them. Don't you still know the situation of the Wen family? Our Wen family has always been honest. Elderly people like us, who doesn't eat fast and believe in Buddhism, how can we do that? Plan something secretly."

"Besides, the shopkeepers of these shops are almost all the eldest sons of the family. You also understand that the importance of this eldest son in the hearts of his parents is not comparable to that of other children."

"Take you as an example. Your parents are usually strict with you, but at critical moments, what good things come first for you? If nothing else, let's just talk about you and Yi An. After you become the emperor's merchant, which one will you do? The businessman dares not to listen to you. Look at your brother, he is just messing around all day long."

Mrs. Wen was worried that what she said was weak, so she quickly turned her head and winked at Mr. Wen. After a while, Mr. Wen finally said perfunctorily:

"That's right, you are the child that your mother and I love most. Sometimes, your father and mother are a little harsh on you, but that's all for your own good. When you reach the age of your mother and me, you should know that we It was done with good intentions.”

Seeing that the two of them were almost done with their acting, Wen Yidi said:

"Father, mother, the child knows, you and I can rest assured."

After hearing this, the couple's expressions could barely be seen. Mr. Wen also revealed his true purpose today:

"The rumors that have spread recently are really detrimental to the internal stability of the Wen family. As an imperial merchant, how can you just sit idly by and do nothing? In this way, you can find an opportunity in the near future to gather those shopkeepers together and give a good explanation."

"Especially those few pricks who make a big fuss, you can't coddle them. If necessary, punish them when they deserve it, and don't let them rebel."

After all these instructions, Mr. Wen and Mrs. Wen asked him to retreat. Just as Wen Yidi walked away with his front legs, Wen Yian walked in with his back legs.

"Yi An, come here quickly, sit down and chat with your parents. By the way, they brought milk tea this morning. They said it was obtained from Hezhou with great difficulty. Mom will bring it to you to try."

As Mrs. Wen spoke, she went into the house and rummaged around, eager to put all the good things in front of her youngest son. Mr. Wen also had a warm smile on his face, and he said softly:

"Son, have you been bored at home lately? Take this banknote and go out with your friends to have some fun!"

Seeing this happy scene in front of him, Wen Yi'an felt mixed emotions in his heart. When his parents were talking to his brother just now, he stood at the door and listened clearly, whether the concern was fake, but the temptation was real.

He struggled for a long time and said helplessly:

"Father, mother, you two should be nice to Wen Yidi. He is my brother in name after all."

Hearing this, Mrs. Wen suddenly laughed, with a little smile in her voice:

"You kid, what are you talking about in your sleep in broad daylight? Your father and I are not good enough to him? If it weren't for our Wen family, his life would have been long gone."