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

No one could answer Wen Yinuo's questions, and no one could comfort him.

He curled up in the corner alone, venting all his negative emotions with tears.

In the quiet basement, there was no movement for a while except for the crying of the young man in the corner.

Wen Yinuo didn't know how long he had been crying until his throat was so sore that he couldn't speak. Then he raised his head and blinked his eyes that were still filled with tears.

He raised his hand to wipe his face, then looked up at the glaring incandescent light shining through a hand full of blood and tears, and smiled sadly.

"How could I cry?" He said, licking his bloody fingers one by one, "How could I cry for them..."

"No, I can't cry...I can't let them find out that I'm crying."

If discovered, his hand would be smashed again.

But after his hands were clean, Wen Yinuo fell into confusion again.

Why did he eat his fingers just now?

It looks like there's something stuck on it?

But no matter what we can see with our eyes now or what is reflected in the mirror, his hands are clean, right?

If you want to clean up, you should clean the blood off your face first, right?

But there was a familiar childish voice that kept repeating in Wen Yinuo's ears that he had done nothing wrong.

My hands are indeed dirty.

The noisy sound was inconsistent with his current objective cognition, and the severe pain that continued to come from the joints of his body made Wen Yinuo's brain more and more chaotic.

Right or wrong, should he have done that just now, were his hands really dirty, and all kinds of meaningless questions such as questioning himself and doubting his own existence swirled in Wen Yinuo's mind and ears.

He was annoyed and picked up something nearby and threw it at the mirror in front of him.

After a series of crackling sounds, the mirror shattered.

The flying glass fragments cut Wen Yinuo's face and hands.

The pain, which was completely different from the pain in the bones and joints, made Wen Yinuo regain a moment of clarity.

He looked at the basement, which could be described as a mess, and held his forehead with his hand, feeling a headache.

There were less than seven days left and he already had a lot of things to deal with.

Now I'm causing trouble for myself again. I feel tired just thinking about it.

An extremely convenient idea popped up in Wen Yinuo's mind: why not set a fire and burn everything.

...If I really set this fire on fire, my mother would definitely be unhappy when I see her in the future, so Wen Yinuo rejected this idea.

He used the relatively intact mirror fragments on the ground to wipe the blood off his face. After changing his clothes, he squatted on the ground and began to pick up the mirror fragments one by one.

——Don’t ask why there is no broom. The servants in the Gu family are all very good at judging people and serving them accordingly.

How could a superfluous person like him, who is disliked by everyone, even mosquitoes, and lives in a place worse than a servant's room, possibly get anything from the servants?

Not to mention, starting from a year and a half ago, Wen Yinuo was determined not to owe the Gu family anything, nor to leave anything of his own in the Gu family.

But before that, Wen Yinuo always thought that he should first repay the kindness that his father and mother Gu always mentioned, and then move away his own things.

But now, when Gu's father called him a liar without hesitation, and when he was wronged every time, even if there was no evidence to prove his innocence, Wen Yinuo, who knew that no one would believe his defense, chose not to say a word when he had the hospital diagnosis certificate in his hand, which was ironclad evidence.

The last bit of affection between him and the Gu family was also over.

I don’t owe them anything now. Wen Yinuo thought, there’s no need to leave my mother’s and my things in Gu’s house.

Once he has dealt with all his things and restored the basement to the way it was before he moved in, he can go home to see his mother.

"It won't be long." Wen Yinuo mechanically repeated the action of picking up the mirror fragments, "Only a few days."

I hope my mother is still waiting for him.

After cleaning up the mirror fragments all over the basement, Wen Yinuo was so tired that he almost ignored the pain in his joints.

He put the collected mirror fragments together with another bag of things to be thrown away, then picked up the phone on the cabinet and checked the time.

Such a simple task as cleaning up the mirror fragments took Wen Yinuo nearly two hours.

Compared to normal speed, it's more than a little slower.

Wen Yinuo lowered his eyes and looked at his hands which had already been deformed and were now shaking uncontrollably due to the pain. After thinking silently for a long time, he sighed.

There are only a few days left, so just take it slow.

He couldn't sleep anyway.

*

When Wen Yinuo left the basement dragging a large bag of garbage that he had cleaned up today, the Gu family was no longer in the living room. There were only three servants doing the last cleaning of the day.

The three of them were obviously stunned when they saw Wen Yinuo coming out of the basement, and undisguised contempt immediately appeared in their eyes:

"How can he have the nerve to come back after pushing Young Master Gu down the stairs?"

"Hey, that's not all. You just got here and you don't know this person. He even seduced Young Master Gu's fiancé."

"what?"

"What? If you ask me, this Wen guy is an ungrateful person. If the Gu family hadn't adopted him, he would have died long ago."

"He's the best. He's the one who harms other people's children."

"Why doesn't the boss kick him out?"

"He's kindhearted. If it were me, I would have thrown him out long ago."

Every word the servants talked about was clearly conveyed to Wen Yinuo's ears.

He paused briefly, without saying a word, then opened the door and walked out, dragging the garbage.

It took me nearly ten minutes to walk to the gate, and before I could go out, I was met by a man who was rushing over.

Gu Ran's fiancé, Fu Cheng'an, the only son of the current head of the Fu family.

As soon as Fu Cheng'an opened his mouth, he ridiculed Wen Yinuo:

"Mr. Wen, how can you have the nerve to go back to Ranran's house after pushing him down the stairs?"

Wen Yinuo: ...Nervous.

Seeing that he was silent, Fu Chengan's smile turned playful:

"Why? Have you figured it out this time and are trying to seduce me in a different way?"

"I tell you, Wen Yinuo, even if you are my uncle and aunt's biological child, so what? You are not even as good as a hair of Ranran in my eyes!"

"If you know what's best for you, leave now and don't get in my way."