After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

There was a loud "pop" sound, which was very clear on the forest path.

The gossipers who followed, as well as other people, all opened their mouths in surprise.

"Fuck." The girl from the gossip squad uttered the Chinese quintessence, "Quick, quick, quick! Call 120!"

She didn't want to see anyone die.

To everyone's surprise.

Fu Jincheng, who was slapped, was the one who felt guilty and dared not face it.

He tried to pretend he didn't know her: "You are..."

"Ha." Wen Yinuo sneered, "If you dare to say a word you don't know to me now, I will go back and burn all your things."

"Just consider Wen Cheng dead! There is no such person!"

"Don't!" Fu Jincheng, who really wanted to pretend not to know him the last second, said anxiously, "Don't burn it!"

"What's going on?" The boy was so surprised that he almost lost his balance.

In their school, this new genius cutie from Qiongzhou and that pervert Fu Jincheng seem to have a deep emotional entanglement?

"No fever? That sounds nice." Wen Yinuo gritted his teeth in anger, "You left without leaving a single word for me and mom."

"For so many years, you have never come back once, and you have never sent a letter back."

"What's going on, Wen Cheng, did you go to an alien planet or travel to another world?!"

Fu Jincheng quickly admitted his mistake: "My fault, I was wrong."

"I shouldn't have abandoned you, and I shouldn't have not contacted you for so many years."

"Hey." The girl whispered, "This conversation feels a little off."

If it were a story about a man or a woman...tsk, the novel would start at a million words.

"You still know you're wrong?" Wen Yinuo said coldly, "How could you be wrong?"

"You are the master of Yanjing."

"Xiaobao." Fu Jincheng seemed to have returned to the age before 17, pitifully trying to pull Wen Yino's clothes to show his sympathy, "I really know I was wrong."

"Don't touch me!" Wen Yinuo glared at him, "Come and follow me now if you know you're wrong."

As soon as he turned around, Fu Jincheng started to look around, trying to escape.

"Wen Cheng." The young man's voice was as cold as ice. "If you dare to run now, I will definitely break your legs."

Fu Jincheng didn't dare to run away.

Wen Yinuo can really do this.

The members of the melon-eating team just watched as the head of the Fu family, who no one in the whole of Yanjing dared to offend, left like a scumbag in the crematorium, listlessly following a beautiful boy.

The students who were unaware of Fu Jincheng's identity just watched as the big shot, who had been on the podium less than ten minutes ago, was carried away by a freshman.

In less than half an hour, this incident exploded on the campus wall, campus bulletin board, and campus forum.

It really exploded.

At this moment, Fu Jincheng had already followed Wen Yinuo downstairs.

He looked at the tall building in front of him, his feet seemed to be fixed in place, not daring to move.

"Let's go." Wen Yinuo stood in the elevator and looked impatiently at Fu Jincheng who hadn't come in yet, "Why are you still standing outside?"

"You want me to carry you?"

Fu Jincheng retracted his gaze and touched his nose in disappointment. Under Wen Yinuo's threatening gaze, he finally did not say that he did not dare to go up.

The elevator dinged and arrived at my floor.

Wen Yinuo held Fu Jincheng's hands tightly, looking at the elevator from time to time, to prevent him from running away, and knocked on the door with his feet.

At home, Wen Jian, who was sitting in the living room eating fried chicken and watching TV series, heard the first knock on the door but did not move.

She must have heard it wrong.

Xiaobao won't be back until noon.

After the second sound, Wen Jian put down the fried chicken in his hand.

...When did Xiaobao learn to skip classes?

The third sound.

"Mom! I caught my brother back."

Catch it if you want, even if it's a dinosaur, you still have to settle the score for skipping classes.

...Wait, what did you catch?!

Wen Jian stood up and ran to the gate in two steps.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw Wen Yinuo and another familiar man arguing with each other.

...No, not a familiar man.

That man is Wen Cheng!

It was Wen Cheng who had made the person come to her house after she had tried to enlighten him while she was still studying psychology.

At this time, Wen Cheng, with an obvious slap mark on his left cheek, was being held by Wen Yinuo and standing at the door. He felt guilty and did not dare to look at Wen Jian.

Wen Jian let out a deep breath.

"Wen Cheng."

Fu Jincheng's slightly trembling body froze in an instant.

Why did his mother call his name? What did she say to him?

He left without leaving a single word. Wen Jian must have been very disappointed.

The child whom I had raised for more than ten years left without even saying goodbye when he heard anything about his biological parents.

No matter who it happens to, it is unacceptable.

Wen Jian is now calling him out by name, so he must be scolding him.

Or... find a way to clearly separate your relationship with him, and just pretend that he is not your child?

But he didn't want to.

He never really wanted to leave, he just... had no choice.

Is it too late to admit my mistake now?

Mixed thoughts overlapped in his mind, and Fu Jincheng's memory finally went back to a sentence that Wen Jian said when he was very young -

"It's not scary to make a mistake, what's scary is not wanting to admit it."

Fu Jincheng struggled to break free from Wen Yinuo, and with a plop, he knelt straight on the ground.

Wen Yinuo: “…Huh?”

Has his brother gone crazy or stupid during these years since he left?

Almost at the same time, Wen Jian continued with the previous words:

"What's with the slap on your face? Who hit you?"

"Ouch! What are you kneeling for?!"

There was no blame in the voice, only heartache.

Fu Jincheng finally dared to raise his head.

He looked at Wen Jian and blinked blankly:

"Mom just now...didn't she want to chase me away?"

Now it was Wen Jian's turn to be confused: "...Huh? I'm going to chase you away?"

"Who said that?"

Fu Jincheng remained silent.

No one said.

It was all his own idea.

But if he said this, Wen Jian would not chase him away, but there was a high probability that he would not let him into the house today.

Before meeting Wen Jian and Wen Yinuo, Fu Jincheng was very timid and did not dare to show up.

But when he really faced them, Fu Jincheng still felt timid.

But I don't want to leave.

“…Forget it.” How could Wen Jian, who had raised this child himself, not be able to tell what he was thinking?

If Wen Cheng hadn't left, she would have kicked him long ago.

But now... thinking of the grievances and hardships he had endured outside, Wen Jian still couldn't bear it.

"Don't mention this anymore. I'll pretend I never heard of it." She changed the subject abruptly. "Tell me, what happened to the slap on your face?"

"Could it be that he was beaten up because he was a scumbag?"

"Mom..." Wen Yinuo, who was acting like a quail, raised his hand weakly, "I hit you."