After a Flash Marriage With the Disabled Tyrant

"You, who are you calling shit?"

Wen Chenglang asked vaguely, but the pain in his abdomen had not stopped.

"That kick just now was for Grandpa."

Shi Yunnan clenched his fists, and before Song Zhiqiu caught up, he punched Wen Chenglang hard, "This punch is for my uncle!"

-boom.

Another punch.

"This punch was punched by my brother!"

Wen Chenglang was unable to let the pain in his cheeks, and a few instinctive words for help spilled out from the gap between his teeth, "Mom, mom..."

Song Zhiqiu seemed to have reacted suddenly, his eyes were red as if he was about to kill someone, "Shi Yunnan! You dare to touch him again! I will fight with you!"

One of the bodyguards was quick-witted and quickly blocked Song Zhiqiu's rush towards Shi Yunnan, "Lady, please be careful."

After speaking, the bodyguard dragged Song Zhiqiu back blankly, keeping her and Shi Yunnan at a distance.

"You let go!"

Song Zhiqiu roared in a hurry.

But when it comes to Wen Chenglang, she will lose the sense and measure that a normal mother should have.

The bodyguard was unmoved. His boss was Luo Lingsheng and Shi Yunnan.

Shi Yunnan took two steps towards Wen Chenglang, grabbed the other's collar, raised his eyes and signaled, and the bodyguard who was still controlling Wen Chenglang immediately let go.

Wen Chenglang was staring at the stars right now, and he hadn't broken free from the pain and dizziness at all, so he could only let Shi Yunnan pull on the collar.

Perhaps Song Zhiqiu's shouting was too tearful, and Wen Wanyou, who was beside him, finally reacted. She took a few steps forward, and finally stopped one meter behind Shi Yunnan with lingering fears.

"Cousin Yunnan, you, calm down. Is there anything you can sit down and talk about? Now that Grandpa is still in the operating room, it's not good for us to be stiff like this."

"Say, maybe there is some misunderstanding? How could my brother hurt Grandpa?"

Wen Wanyou looked at Wen Chenglang, who was being slaughtered by others, and expressed different opinions.

As Wen Chenglang's sister, how could she not know the true face of her brother?

Under the doting of his mother Song Zhiqiu, he was very ambitious since he was a child. Although he was incompetent, he could not see that others were better than him.

He has always taken the flattering and flattering words of outsiders seriously, and ignored the sincere advice of his own family.

"Why can't he hurt Grandpa?"

Shi Yunnan turned away, his sharp eyes were like a sharp arrow that could pierce through everything and go straight to his lifeline, "Aren't you the most direct witness to the incident that the old man was injured and hospitalized after the birthday banquet?"

"…"

Wen Wanyou suddenly took a breath.

Wen Yibei and Wen Yanfeng reacted when they heard this.

"what?"

"Wanyou, have you witnessed what happened back then?"

Wen Wanyou shook her head, her eyes dodging a little.

Its implementation Yunnan was right. She happened to pass the stairs when the incident happened, and she really saw that scene with her own eyes—

Wen Chenglang was not satisfied with Mr. Wen's dissuasion, so he pushed the old man out of control. As for Shi Yunnan, he stopped fighting the first time after Mr. Wen appeared to make peace.

It's just that no one expected that Wen Chenglang's push actually sent Mr. Wen to the hospital.

Later, Wen Chenglang put the responsibility on Shi Yunnan, and indirectly triggered a fierce quarrel between Wen Yanfeng and Song Zhiqiu.

After some hesitation, Wen Wanyou, who was a witness, chose to help her mother and brother hide the truth.

It was because of this that the young Wen Wanyou always felt a sense of guilt towards Shi Yunnan. Later, over time, she turned this guilt into strangeness and estrangement.

Until the news of the other party and Luo Lingsheng's flash marriage came out, Wen Wanyou felt resentment in her heart.

Before that, Wen Wanyou always thought that no one knew that she had witnessed the whole thing.

The current Shi Yunnan is not an 18-year-old boy, how can he not see Wen Wanyou subconsciously dodging, he sneered, "It seems that the dodging back I saw at the stairs was indeed you."

Back then, the sudden black cauldron fell on Shi Yunnan, but Mr. Wen never escaped the dangerous period.

Eighteen-year-old Shi Yunnan, no matter how independent and strong, was inevitably flustered and self-blaming in that situation, and did not make a good explanation or counterattack.

Later, when the matter was over, Shi Yunnan didn't want to mention it again.

Today, Wen Chenglang hurts Mr. Wen again with his hands, but Song Zhiqiu still wants to put the blame on Wen Yibei, accusing him of not taking good care of him?

This mother and son really know how disgusting people can be!

Shi Yunnan's face darkened a little when he thought of this.

He stared at Wen Chenglang's cheeks, which were swollen into pigs, and caught a glimpse of his finger joints that were reddened from exertion, "Wen Chenglang."

Wen Chenglang tried to struggle for a while, but couldn't break free, "What are you, what are you going to do? Beating someone in the hospital, yes..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shi Yunnan suddenly slammed up from his chin in the last lap, "I did this last punch for myself!"

Shi Yunnan let go of his hand, Wen Chenglang fell to the ground without any support, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Probably seeing the blood, Song Zhiqiu's sanity rushed to the edge of losing control again.

She tried her best to break free from the bodyguard's control, and in a hurry, she directly bit the other's wrist with her hand.

You know, professional bodyguards have always been quick to respond and protect themselves.

The moment the bodyguard was in pain, he instinctively threw Song Zhiqiu to the ground.

"what!"

"…mom!"

Shi Yunnan heard the voices of the mother and daughter, and immediately gave the bodyguard a glance. The latter understood it and quickly released the restraint and returned to his companion.

Wen Wanyou quickly ran to help Song Zhiqiu, "Mom, are you alright?"

Song Zhiqiu's hair was already a little messy. She looked at Wen Chenglang, who was rolling on the ground in pain, and pushed Wen Wanyou, who came to help him, away as if she lost her mind.

"Go away! How can you watch your brother being bullied!"

"…"

Wen Wanyou was suddenly pushed to the ground by her own mother, and her eyes were fixed.

Seeing this scene, Wen Yanfeng shook his head helplessly but sadly.

Wen Yibei walked to Shi Yunan's side and silently pulled him out of the attacking range of the mother and son, "Yunnan, now the focus is on grandpa, don't make too much trouble in the hospital."

Song Zhiqiu hugged Wen Chenglang, who had tears and snot in her arms, into her arms. She aimed at her husband who was on the sidelines, and she blurted out a burst of pain and complained—

"Wen Yanfeng! You just watched helplessly, your wife and son being bullied by Shi Yunan and his brothers?"

"You don't care if something happens to my company, nor does anything happen to your son! Are you still a man?"

The company's financial loopholes, the return of large orders, and the secret pressure from shareholders... A series of recent incidents have made Song Zhiqiu's spirit tense to a certain extent.

She couldn't bear her husband's indifferent attitude, so she took a deep breath and asked, "Wen Yanfeng, you have to get to the point of divorce before you can pay attention to our mother and son, right?"

When the words fell, a nurse came out of the emergency room.

Even if the mask covered most of her expression, she could see extreme dissatisfaction and anger in her eyes, "Family should stay away from quarrels! The hospital is not a place for you to argue."

Wen Yibei immediately stepped forward to ask, "I'm sorry, doctor, I want to ask how the old Mr. Wen Qiming, who was sent in before, is doing?"

Seeing Wen Yibei's attitude and handsome face, the nurse softened a little, but she couldn't make any explanations on behalf of the doctor who performed the operation, "Acute bleeding, still being rescued, we will notify you if there is any further situation."

After she finished speaking, she hurried to the blood bank to run errands.

At the door of the emergency room, this family was left again, and Wen Yibei's face was a little more solemn. He grew up under Mr. Wen's knees since he was a child, and his feelings have always been deep.

Shi Yunnan patted him on the shoulder, "Brother, Grandpa will be fine."

Wen Yibei covered the water in his eyes, "...I didn't think about it properly. I shouldn't just ask a nanny to take care of it at home."

Otherwise, how could Wen Chenglang easily break into the house and cause trouble.

Wen Yanfeng saw the two nephews reproach themselves, and also saw Wen Chenglang, who was still lying beside Song Zhiqiu, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, and finally made a thorough decision.

He looked at Song Zhiqiu, who still had resentment in his eyes, and sighed in a self-deprecating sigh, "Song Zhiqiu, when the matter on Dad's side is settled, we will go through the divorce procedures."

"Both children are adults, you are still with me, let them choose for themselves."

There is no tone of temperature, and there is absolutely no room for leeway.

"…"

Song Zhiqiu's eyes widened in disbelief, and Wen Chenglang, who was trying to hide behind Song Zhiqiu to 'cover up his fault', panicked.

divorce?

Then can he still get the assets of the Wen family?

Wen Wanyou quickly walked to Wen Yanfeng's side, trying to stop the decision, "Dad, don't be angry, Mom just loves my brother too much, that's why..."

"Does she feel distressed?" Wen Yanfeng interrupted his daughter's persuasion.

He stepped forward step by step, trying to look at the mother and son, "Song Zhiqiu, Wen Rui has been dead for twenty-five years, do you understand?"

"…"

Song Zhiqiu's body froze, and tears fell in a flash.

Wen Rui.

That was their first son.

The child who died quietly at the age of four due to the neglect of his parents.

A trace of grief flashed in Wen Yanfeng's eyes, "The children don't know what happened back then, but I do."

Shi Yunnan was keenly aware of his uncle's emotions, and hinted with his eyes that the two bodyguards left first.

Few outsiders know about past family affairs.

The two bodyguards nodded and turned to leave silently. Wen Yanfeng cast a grateful glance at his nephew, and then began to talk about the past experience.

Back then, Wen Yanfeng and Song Zhiqiu had their first son shortly after their marriage, named Wen Rui.

The word 'rui', wise, bright, and holy, is their best hope for their children as new parents.

Wen Rui, the child, really lived up to their expectations. When he caught Zhou, he chose three musical instruments and piano scores. He learned to speak and walk one step faster than normal children.

Before the age of four, they can memorize and hum along with the random pieces played by adults.

At that time, almost all relatives and friends said, "Xiao Rui, this kid, looks like a musical prodigy. Maybe he can win prizes in international competitions in the future, and continue to increase face for your Wen family."

But it was such a bright, always lively child who had an accident a week before his fourth birthday—

On the day of the accident, Wen Yanfeng, who was still teaching at the university, continued his daily teaching work, while Song Zhiqiu and the nanny were at home watching the children.

The nanny went downstairs to burn the rice soup to feed Wen Rui, and asked Song Zhiqiu, the mother, to take care of him for five minutes.

Song Zhiqiu naturally responded.

During this period, Song Zhiqiu, who had just started her career, received a call from work, and between her calls, Wen Rui ran out of bed for some reason, and when she found it again, she was stunned in the bathroom.

He fell and hit the back of his head. When he was sent to the hospital, he suffered severe brain hemorrhage and was unable to recover.

At that time, Wen Yanfeng was still in class. He didn't receive the last phone call from his wife, and naturally he didn't see the last side of his son.

"...I know that after Xiao Rui left, you blamed yourself and washed your face in tears all day long. You also blame me, as a husband and a father, you can't be your mother and son's support at critical moments."

Wen Yanfeng knew the pain in his wife's heart, but why was he not in pain?

But fate may be a slap and a candy. Two months after Wen Rui's death, Song Zhiqiu, who was in deep grief, realized later that he was pregnant.

Because I didn't think about the tea and rice for the past few months, this child was barely saved.

"You said, this is Xiao Rui coming back to find you..." Wen Yanfeng glanced at Wen Chenglang next to him, showing an indescribably bitter expression.

In fact, Wen Yanfeng did not believe in reincarnation.

In order to cheer his wife up from her grief, he had to acquiesce to this idea taking root in her heart.

After Wen Chenglang was born, Song Zhiqiu took care of him more carefully, even to the point of being on guard in all aspects. Even if Mr. Wen wanted to hug his grandson, she would be so nervous to stop it.

Wen Yanfeng knew that his wife still had lingering fears because of Wen Rui's death, so she was extra protective.

But gradually, the love of such protection has changed.

Wen Chenglang grew up safely to the age of six or seven, at the age where he should gradually become sensible and educated when he did wrong things, but Song Zhiqiu still protected him blindly, and could not help Wen Yanfeng and outsiders accuse him of educating him.

Once, Wen Chenglang lost his temper and knocked Wen Yibei's forehead out of the swelling with chopsticks.

Seeing this, Wen Yanfeng educated him severely, and Wen Chenglang at that time knew that he had to apologize. Unexpectedly, after Song Zhiqiu came home and learned the news, the husband and wife broke out into an unprecedented dispute over education.

Since then, every time there is a problem with children's education, Song Zhiqiu will move out of Wen Rui, who has passed away.

Wen Yanfeng is helpless and powerless every time.

"A loving mother often loses her son, and a habitual son is like killing a son."

"You never agree with or block my education for my children, but Song Zhiqiu, look, what kind of good son you have taught?"

Wen Yanfeng paused and counted the misfortunes Wen Chenglang had done over the years.

"If you do something wrong and refuse to admit it, you have to push the blame. You can't see others being better than yourself. From insulting to beating people, if you lose, you go to gambling and lose tens of millions. Now you dare to use the official seal as yin and yang. Contracts, misappropriation of company money!"

"Why does he dare to do this? It's not because of his father's uncontrollable preference and his mother's bottomless preference!"

"I, Wen Yanfeng, are not a good father, and you Song Zhiqiu are not a good mother either..." Wen Yanfeng looked at Wen Chenglang, who was already inferior to his bones, and sighed resignedly, "He is Wen Chenglang, let alone Wen Rui."

Wen Yanfeng remembered the child in his memory, tears welling in his eyes.

"I have imagined more than once that if Xiao Rui can grow up, he will probably be as good as Yi Bei and as brave as Yun Nan."

As an older brother, he must be very good at taking care of his two cousins.

As juniors, Wen Yibei and Shi Yunnan didn't know about this deeply hidden sad past. The two brothers looked at each other, and followed Wen Yanfeng's narration with emotion in their hearts.

Wen Yanfeng had fantasies and expectations for the deceased child, but Song Zhiqiu regarded Wen Chenglang as the original Wen Rui since he was born.

In the past, he cared about his husband's identity and was reluctant to mention 'Wen Rui' to touch his wife's scars, but now he was wrong.

"Song Zhiqiu, how long are you going to deceive yourself?"

Wen Yanfeng's last sentence directly hit Song Zhiqiu's psychological defense.

"Mom, go to the toilet, the toilet."

"Wait, baby, mom will be here soon."

Song Zhiqiu remembered the last words his son left to him before his death, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

Her little Rui is so good, she can't bear to disturb her work.

She lost her first son on the rise in her career, and now what about the other son? But it ruined all her years of hard work.

At this moment, the pressure bank that had accumulated over the past few days completely collapsed, completely losing the image of being stronger in the past.

"He's not Xiao Rui... How could he be Xiao Rui..."

"My little Rui, my little Rui..."

Song Zhiqiu repeated the name Wen Rui, and her attitude had already shown everything—

What Wen Yanfeng said was right.

In Song Zhiqiu's mother's heart, Wen Chenglang was just a substitute for Wen Rui.

She doubled all the guilt about Wen Rui to Wen Chenglang. Such doting deviates from the original track of motherly love and harms others and herself.

Wen Chenglang heard his mother's crying and murmurs, and he felt like falling into an ice cave when he realized the truth.

He shook Song Zhiqiu's arm, "Mom, what are you calling? I'm the only son you have left in this world!"

"You don't deserve it! You don't deserve to be my Song Zhiqiu's son!" Song Zhiqiu, who was immersed in pain, pushed him away uncontrollably and shouted.

"…"

Wen Chenglang's hand froze in midair, dumbfounded.

This was the first time in twenty-five years that Song Zhiqiu had been cruel to him.

Wen Yanfeng looked at the mother and son whose relationship had already broken down, and looked away slowly and stiffly.

He and Song Zhiqiu had been arguing day after day, and even the affection for each other was wasted.

"I'm not joking about the divorce. You said 20 million before, I can't let Dad put you in this bottomless pit."

He may not be a good husband or a good father, but he can no longer be an unfilial son.

"I will hire a lawyer to hand over the divorce matters to him, and he will represent me in the interview." For this reason, Wen Yanfeng is willing to bear all the losses and expenses after the divorce.

Song Zhiqiu was immersed in great grief, unable to return to his senses.

Wen Wanyou looked at her embarrassed mother and brother who was completely useless, and there was a cold calculation in her eyes. Soon, she covered it up properly, revealing a pair of tearful eyes that I felt pity for.

"Mom, let me help you up first."

Wen Wanyou helped Song Zhiqiu to the side and sat down, whispering, "Mom, you can't just fall down like this, brother is not good, but you still have me!"

"I will help you through this pain together, I am your daughter, you can trust me, right?"

Song Zhiqiu's holdings in Huachang Musical Instruments are as high as 40%. If Wen Chenglang is doomed to fail, then she has to plan for herself and let Song Zhiqiu keep these assets.

Silent silence spreads.

The door of the emergency room finally opened, and a medical staff shouted with the medical sheet, "Family of patient Wen Qiming?"

"exist."

Wen Yibei and Shi Yunan greeted him immediately, and Wen Yanfeng adjusted his emotions and followed.

The medical staff glanced at Wen Chenglang, who was paralyzed on the ground, and frowned slightly in confusion. However, she quickly recovered and explained the details in a serious manner.

"The patient has been rescued temporarily, but he is not completely out of danger, and he will be transferred to the intensive care unit later..."

Wen Chenglang sat on the spot, the pain in his body had turned into numbness.

He stared at the backs of Wen Yibei and Shi Yunnan, his eyes gradually infected with vicious killing intent.

- If Xiao Rui can grow up, he will probably be as good as Yi Bei, and dare to admit it like Yun Nan.

Why?

Why does Song Zhiqiu regard him as a substitute, and in Wen Yanfeng's eyes, he will never be able to compare to the brothers? When was the pressure from childhood to adulthood that didn't come from the two people in front of him?

It would be nice if they disappeared like Wen Rui, and no one compares with him. Whether the old man is dead or not, all the assets of the Wen family belong to his bloodline!

Wen Chenglang caught a glimpse of the nurse pushing the tool cart and was about to go to the outside for inspection. All his strength was aroused by hatred, and he suddenly got up and grabbed it.

"Be careful sir!"

There was a sudden sound of panic behind them, and even the medical staff facing them suddenly changed their expressions.

Shi Yunnan instinctively realized that something was wrong, and when he turned around, he saw Wen Chenglang holding a pair of sharp medical tweezers and stabbing it at Wen Yibei's neck—

"Brother, be careful!"

Shi Yunnan's mind suddenly flashed the clip from the original world line, remembering the ending after Wen Yibei's hands were abolished, he suddenly stretched out his hand to block Wen Yibei at the key point.

Wen Yibei's eyes changed, and he, who had never been cruel, imitated his younger brother's first kick and kicked Wen Chenglang's abdomen with all his strength.

"-what!"

Wen Chenglang knocked over the special tool cart for medical care, and the crackling sound was mixed with a heart-piercing scream.

Everyone invariably looked towards the center of the sound source.

Wen Chenglang fell into a mess of broken medicine bottles, and there were countless small holes on his body and face, but the most shocking thing was—

His palm was accidentally pierced by tweezers, and in just a few seconds, the blood flowed into a river!