In the book, I changed the villain couple to be a daughter slave

Wen Boling frowned, changed his shoes at the entrance, and then asked in confusion: "Dad, who made you so angry?"

Father Wen sat down on the sofa angrily, watching the servants cleaning up the broken cups he had dropped, and said unhappily, "Who else could it be? Your useless sister."

"Hmm?" Wen Boling frowned and sat down next to Wen's father: "What happened to Yan? I saw her today."

"How is she?" Wen's father blurted out his concern subconsciously, but in less than a second he turned back to his angry look: "She is almost bringing shame to the Wen family. If Li Xiao hears about this, she will be kicked out sooner or later."

"What's the matter?" Wen Boling was puzzled. His sister hadn't come back for so many years and hadn't called home. How could she make his father so angry?

"Go to Weibo and see for yourself." Father Wen snorted heavily.

Wen Boling logged into Weibo with his mobile phone full of doubts. As soon as he opened it, he saw Wen Yan's name on the hot search list.

He frowned and clicked on the entry to take a look.

[A popular young actress went into hiding for five years to give birth to a child. ]

There were several photos below the Weibo post, all of which showed Wen Yan and a man holding a child.

The person who posted the photo seemed not to want to offend anyone and deliberately blurred the man's face.

Wen Boling finished reading it quickly and sighed helplessly.

"Dad, look at me."

Father Wen was angry at the moment, and said unhappily: "What's so good about you? I'm tired of seeing your face every day."

"..." Wen Boling didn't expect to be attacked for no reason.

He adjusted his glasses and continued, "Look at what I'm wearing today, and then look at the photos."

Hearing this, Wen's father looked up reluctantly. After carefully examining his son's clothes, he uncertainly snatched Wen Boling's phone and compared the photos.

Father Wen: "This person is wearing the same clothes as you."

“Because the person in the photo is me.”

As he spoke, Wen Boling felt speechless. The first time he met his niece, he made her and her mother the hottest topic.

"Give me the phone, I'll have someone deal with it." After taking the phone back from his father, Wen Boling took a screenshot of the Weibo interface and sent it to his assistant.

"These paparazzi are really becoming less and less professional," Wen Boling said unhappily.

Father Wen snorted, "That's her own fault! Isn't the family company enough for her to mess around with? She has to go out and become a star!"

"Is it easy to be a celebrity? Even your private life is being watched by others. You are no better than a criminal."

Wen Boling didn't say anything else. Over the years, they had discussed the issue of his sister becoming an artist no less than hundreds of times.

Moreover, it is obvious that whenever Wen Yan appears on the screen, his father is the most active character.

He was obviously proud of his daughter's past achievements, but every time he talked about it, his father would inexplicably say the most hurtful things.

Wen Boling sighed and said, "I will be more careful in the future and protect her well."

Father Wen didn't say anything else. After a moment, as if he realized something, he asked seriously, "Where did the child in the photo come from? Is it an illegitimate child that you had when you were hanging out outside?"

Hearing this, Wen Boling almost couldn't breathe.

"Dad, I'm your son, I...is that how you look at me?"

Father Wen rolled his eyes at him. Just as he was about to say something, Mother Wen came down from upstairs: "What? You have an illegitimate child?"

Mother Wen rushed over excitedly and grabbed Wen Boling's ear with her hand: "Stinky boy, where did you learn to be bad? I have given birth to a illegitimate child!"

Wen Boling cried out in pain: "Mom, that's A Yan's daughter!"

As soon as the words fell, both Mr. and Mrs. Wen were stunned.

"What did you say?" the old couple said in unison.

Wen Boling took the opportunity to save his ear from his mother, then stepped back several steps: "That's A Yan's daughter."

Upon hearing this, Mr. and Mrs. Wen’s expressions froze on their faces.

A few seconds later, Mother Wen's expression became lonely: "She didn't even tell her family about such a big thing as giving birth."

Father Wen was even angrier: "You've grown strong enough and don't need your family anymore."

"You still say that!" Mother Wen raised her hand and slapped her husband: "It's all your fault. You had to say such hurtful words and drive our daughter away."

"Let her do whatever she wants. You have to interfere. My daughter finally called home, but you started to mock her."

"Now it's better. My daughter doesn't call me, doesn't come home, and didn't tell us such a big thing as giving birth."

Father Wen dared not say anything in front of Mother Wen and could only shut up and take the scolding.

Wen Boling stopped talking too.

As the eldest son, he knew his father's desire for control better than Wen Yan.

Since he was a child, his father had arranged everything clearly for him, what he could and could not do. Even when he was filling out his college entrance examination application form, he had no choice but to follow his father's arrangements under his father's arbitrary decision.

Therefore, he protected his sister since she was young and gave her as much freedom as possible.

But he never imagined that his sister was more rebellious than him and would rather leave home and go her own way.

After Wen's mother finished scolding, she sobbed quietly beside her.

Father Wen became anxious when he saw his wife crying.

"You...don't cry."

"Oh, how about this? I'll go with you to the Li family to see our daughter."

In fact, Wen's father had wanted to go a long time ago, but because of his dignity as an elder, he didn't want to bow his head in front of his daughter.

But now that my wife is crying, that little bit of face is not that important anymore.

Hearing what Father Wen said, Mother Wen stopped crying immediately: "You said so, go tomorrow."

Father Wen: "Yes, yes, I said so."

The next day, Wen's mother got up early and asked the servants to prepare a lot of things.

Some are for Wen Yan, and some are for Li Mian.

Father Wen changed into a neat Zhongshan suit, shaved his beard and combed his hair.

"Hurry up, stop dawdling and don't think about regretting it." Mother Wen urged.

"Coming, coming." Father Wen responded and quickened his pace.

Soon, the old couple arrived outside the Li family.

At this time, Li Mian was squatting in the yard, watching the servants watering the flowers.

Because Li Xiao had an important meeting and Wen Yan also had to go for an audition, he left her at home.

When the butler saw the two people standing at the door, he recognized them at a glance.

He walked over quickly to open the door, with a hint of surprise in his tone: "Boss Wen, Mrs. Wen, why are you here?"

Father Wen's eyes flickered a little, and he said uncomfortably: "We just happened to pass by and came to take a look."

Mother Wen looked at him like this, pushed him aside in disgust, and said with a smile: "Are Yanyan and the others there?"

Housekeeper: "Madam is not at home, and my young master has gone to the company. How about you two come in and have a cup of tea first?"

Hearing that Wen Yan and Li Xiao were not there, Wen's father and mother suddenly felt a little lost.

Just as they were hesitating whether to stay, Li Mian came out from the yard and tilted his head to look over here curiously: "Uncle Zhang, who are they?"