My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

It was Wen Shuhua, standing at the door, but he stopped talking: "Jin Yu."

Jiang Bomei: "Woof!"

"Can I go in?" Wen Shuhua's overly cautious tone, deliberately lowering his posture, was a bit condescending.

After all, it was his mother. Jiang Jinyu couldn't bear it: "Come in."

Wen Shuhua entered the apartment and couldn't hide the disappointed look on his face: "Don't you even call me mom now?"

Jiang Jinyu said nothing and went to pour a glass of water for Wen Shuhua.

She sat on the sofa and looked at Jiang Jinyu with a complicated expression: "Jinyu, why don't you go back with your mother, okay?" Her tone was flattering and expectant.

Jiang Jinyu said without hesitation, "I like it here and don't want to go back."

Wen Shuhua felt sad: "What about mom? You don't want it either?"

He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time before whispering: "I have already given you all the shares. If you don't take them back, what difference does it make?"

Wen Shuhua was suddenly speechless.

When did that child who was always silent and isolated from the world grow up, acquire edges and thorns, start to defend and break away.

He raised his head, with determination in his eyes that Wen Shuhua had never seen before: "I won't go back to the Wen family. From now on, I will live with my sister."

The closed boy has grown up, has grown up, knows good and evil, understands right and wrong, and can no longer restrain himself. Wen Shuhua's face showed pain: "Jin Yu, are you blaming me?"

Jiang Jinyu didn't answer, and kept following Bomei's hair.

Wen Shuhua was a little anxious: "I'm not partial to your sister, but you are still young. I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on to those shares. When you become an adult -"

Jiang Jinyu interrupted: "I don't need it, Wen Shi really wants to give it to her."

Anyway, in the Wen family, shares are the most important thing.

Wen Shuhua saw his resistance and was afraid it would be counterproductive, so he had to give up: "If you don't want to go back, just stay here. If mom doesn't force you, can mom come here to see you in the future?"

The only thing she can do is play the family card. After all, she is a mother. After all, she gave birth to him, raised him, and protected him for so many years. No matter what selfish motives she had, she still had the grace to give birth to him.

Jiang Jinyu nodded in agreement: "Yes."

Wen Shuhua felt relieved. He stood up and put the things he had brought on the dining table: "Where is the kitchen? I brought your favorite soup. I have been simmering it all morning. You drink a little first and put the rest in the refrigerator. .”

Jiang Jinyu raised his eyebrows slightly and pointed in the direction of the kitchen.

Wen Shuhua went to the kitchen and took out a bowl. The soup in the thermos bucket was still warm. She poured a bowl out and pushed it in front of Jiang Jinyu. Her eyes hurriedly passed over the dining table and suddenly stopped.

Her movements also paused.

At the other end of the dining table, Jiang Jinyu's psychotherapy case was placed, with the doctor's diagnosis written at the end of the page: recovered.

Wen Shuhua was shocked, panicked, and the soup in the bowl spilled. She looked at the boy opposite in disbelief: "Are you cured?"

He turned the case over and covered it with a fruit plate. The sparkle in his eyes dimmed little by little: "Aren't you happy that I'm fine?"

Wen Shuhua was stunned for a moment when he was asked, and immediately closed his eyes: "How could that happen? Mom is very happy."

are you happy?

It's probably a shock.

Jiang Jinyu said no more and drank the soup without saying a word.

Wen Shuhua didn't sit still for long. He waited for Jiang Jinyu to finish a bowl of soup and left. Wen Shihao was waiting for her in the car outside the community. She was a little distracted and slowly got into the car.

Not seeing Jiang Jinyu, Wen Shihao sneered: "He still refuses to go back with us?"

Wen Shuhua said absently: "Yeah."

Wen Shihao scolded him sarcastically: "This little white-eyed wolf!"

Wen Shuhua immediately turned his head: "Good poetry!" She reprimanded sternly, her eyes turning red, "I don't allow you to say that about your brother."

Wen Shihao didn't take it seriously and snorted in a cool tone: "Am I wrong? Our Wen family has given birth to and raised him for so many years. In the end, he just left quickly and followed a cheap sister, forgetting all about it. It’s clean, what is it if it’s not a white-eyed wolf?”

"You!" Wen Shuhua was extremely angry, with a conflicted look on his face. He couldn't bear it for a moment, and blurted out, "Everyone in the Wen family can say that he is a white-eyed wolf, but you can't. How do you have the right to say that about him, if it weren't for you -"

Halfway through his words, Wen Shuhua still held back.

Wen Shihao sneered and said in a disapproving tone: "Because of me? That's what you said."

Wen Shuhua avoided his eyes and looked out the window: "Anyway, please remember that he is your younger brother, your blood-related brother. If I hear such words again, you will spit out his shares to me."

Wen Shi laughed so hard and didn't take it seriously at all.

The phone rang, Wen Shihao picked it up, and his secretary Tang Jin shouted: "Mr. Wen."

Because the bank had two CEOs one after another, they all called Wen Shuning Mr. Wen in private. Wen Shuning was called Mr. Wen because of his good poetry. After Wen Shuning was imprisoned, his title could not be changed for a while.

"What's up?"

Tang Jin said: "You are right, there are indeed people behind the scenes of Wen's scattered shares."

Wen Shihao's eyes darkened, and there was no surprise in his eyes: "How much share?"

"At least five percent."

enough.

It was enough for her to get Lin Anzhi down.

Wen Shihao said in a calm tone: "Who is controlling this?"

Tang Jin paused and said, "Sixth Young Master of the Qin Family."

She smiled with a clear look on her face: "It is indeed him." Shi Jin was helping Lin Anzhi behind the scenes. According to his way of dealing with things, how could he not be prepared.

If you want to get rid of Lin Anzhi, you must first move Shi Jin.

"What should we do now?" Tang Jin asked for instructions.

Wen Shi was calm and calm: "I have my own way."

She hung up.

Wen Shuhua immediately asked, "Are you going to go against Shi Jin?"

Wen Shihao was noncommittal and acquiesced.

Wen Shuhua's expression changed and he warned her solemnly: "Don't mess with him, you can't fight him."

Wen Shihao didn't take it seriously and said confidently: "Just leave it alone, I have something in my hand that can make him obedient."

"What?" Wen Shuhua asked.

She didn't say anything, but smiled, with excitement in her eyes.

Wen Shuhua's eyelids twitched, he had a very bad feeling, and he felt uneasy all day long. Maybe I was thinking about it during the day and dreaming about it at night. That night, those past events that had been sealed in the dust for many years suddenly came into my dream, overwhelming and disturbing all my nerves.

It was the day after Jiang Minchang's death. In Jiangbei, someone took Wen's belongings to a pawn shop, and the police contacted her that day to claim them.

On the phone, the police said: "Ms. Wen, the suspect has been found."

"who is it?"

"It's a thief who broke into houses. The footprints near the greenhouse exactly match the suspect's, and his fingerprints were also collected on the glass greenhouse."

Since there were no witnesses, the thief was the only person present at the crime scene so far.

At that time, Wen Shuhua had just lost her husband. He was filled with grief and anger and said boldly: "I want to sue him! I want him to be sentenced to death!"

At that time, she thought the thief was the murderer, and she wanted him dead regardless of the suspicion.

On the third day after the incident, the thief's mother came to Wen's house, crying and begging for mercy.

She took her anger out on others and became furious: "Your son killed someone, and I want him to pay for it with his life!"

The woman knelt down, crying and defending: "It was not my son who killed him, not him."

"Mrs. Wen, please let him go."

"My son did not kill him. Please let him go. Please."

Wen Shuhua didn't want to hear a word, and decided that the thief was the murderer. The more he looked at the woman, the more he felt that she was shameless. He actually had the nerve to beg for mercy, and ordered his servants: "Drive her away immediately!"

"Mrs. Wen!"

"Please let my son go."

"My son didn't kill him. He was wrongly accused. He only stole things and didn't kill anyone. He didn't kill anyone!"

"Mrs. Wen, Mrs. Wen..."

The woman was dragged out by the servants, crying all the way.

Wen Shuhua slammed the tea cup on the ground. When he was furious, his hand was grabbed. The small hand was Jin Yu's.

At that time, he was not yet eight years old. At an innocent age, with bright and clean eyes, he took his mother's hand and said, "Mom, Wen Shi is easy to push."

Wen Shuhua was stunned.

The little child's eyes were particularly tenacious: "Dad is not dead, he can still move." He looked stubborn, obviously very scared, but he mustered up the courage to say, "It was Wen Shihao who pushed dad, he would still move." , she pushed him and then stopped moving.”

Children speak like children, but they speak clearly.

Wen Shuhua was shocked and stared at the child who had just reached her waist, in disbelief: "Jin Yu, what are you talking about?"

"It was Wen Shihao who pushed him." His eyes were red, and he didn't know if he was afraid. He was about to cry, but he held it back, "It wasn't the thief, nor my sister, it was Wen Shihao."

He shouted: "She did it!"

Wen Shuhua was stunned for a long time. When he came to his senses, the first thing he did was to cover Jiang Jinyu's mouth and angrily scolded him: "Jin Yu, don't talk nonsense!"

He pushed away hard: "I saw it, it's her!"

"She pushed it!"

Wen Shuhua grabbed his arm and covered his mouth with one hand: "Don't talk nonsense! Shut up, don't you hear me? Shut up!"

After all, it was a seven or eight-year-old child who was very scared and hid in the room crying.

One week after the incident.

That day, a guest came to the Wen family. Wen Shuhua sent the servants away and led the guest upstairs to her bedroom.

The door was not closed tightly, and she did not notice that there was a small figure hidden behind the door.

"What is the real cause of death?" Wen Shuhua asked.

The other person was a fat woman in her forties, named Xue Pinghua, who was the forensic doctor in charge of the Wen family's murder case. She said: "He died of a depressed skull fracture, which caused intracranial hemorrhage."

Wen Shuhua was surprised: "Wasn't he stabbed in the abdomen?"

Xue Pinghua explained: "Although there was a lot of blood in the abdomen, there was no critical injury and it was not fatal." She added, "The real cause of death was indeed intracranial hemorrhage."

After listening, she was silent for a long time before she stood up, took out a white envelope from the drawer in front of the dresser, and handed it to Xue Pinghua: "Ms. Xue, in the autopsy report, I hope that the cause of death will be written as death from abdominal bleeding."

Xue Pinghua hesitated for a short time, took the envelope, opened it and looked at the denomination of the check inside, then nodded: "I understand."

At this time, the servant outside the door suddenly shouted: "Young Master."

Wen Shuhua in the room suddenly raised his head and found that the door was open a small crack. He turned back and glanced at Xue Pinghua. She put the envelope away, and Wen Shuhua went to open the door and ordered the servant: "Ask the driver to see the guest off."

"It's ma'am."

After Xue Pinghua left, she sent other servants away, waved to Jiang Jinyu, and called him: "Jinyu, come here."

He entered the room timidly.

She stood in front of him: "What did you hear?"

Seven or eight-year-old children don’t quite understand and can’t lie: “You gave that person money.”

She corrected: "You saw it wrong, it's not money."

He shook his head: "It's money, I recognize the check."

At that time, although Jin Yu was young, he was early-minded and had a bad temper.

Wen Shuhua squatted in front of him and could only coax: "Jin Yu, don't say anything to others. No matter what you see, don't speak. Just act like you haven't seen anything and act like you don't know anything."

He was confused but stubborn: "But my sister pushed my father."

She immediately became angry and yelled at him: "She didn't!"

"she has!"

"you--"

He refused to listen, stared at his mother, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "It's her, she's the bad guy! The police don't arrest my sister Shengsheng, arrest her, she's the big bad guy!"

Wen Shuhua raised his hand and slapped him in the face: "Shut up!"

He became quiet and his eyes were red.

Wen Shuhua couldn't bear it, put aside his head, and said with determination: "If you dare to talk nonsense again, mother will not want you!"

After all, I am still young, so I will be afraid.

He covered his mouth, not daring to cry, and sobbed quietly.

Later, Jin Yu stopped talking much and hid when he saw his mother. After a few days, he fell ill. His mother brought an old man and said, "Jin Yu, this is a doctor, here to treat you."

He stepped back and covered his head with the quilt.

Wen Shuhua covered his mouth and almost cried. He sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the quilt, gritted his teeth, and pulled him out of the quilt: "Grandpa will treat you, and you will be fine."

He ducked back timidly and said no.

Wen Shuhua hugged him and cried, "Jin Yu, I'm sorry. Mom shouldn't have beaten you. It's all her fault."

He stopped struggling, looked up at his mother, stretched out his hand, wiped her tears, and whispered: "Mom, Jin Yu didn't lie. It was really my sister who pushed her."

Wen Shuhua burst into tears.

"Mom, don't cry."

"I won't talk nonsense anymore, I won't talk anymore..."

After putting Jin Yu to sleep, Wen Shuhua came out of the room and wiped away his tears: "Doctor Qiao, can you make him forget something?"

Doctor Qiao hesitated: "The young master is still too young. If you are not careful, I am afraid there will be an accident."

She clutched her palms and was silent for a long time: "Is there any way to stop him from talking?"

"Madam, are you afraid that the young master will talk nonsense?" Dr. Qiao struggled for a long time, and he couldn't bear it. He hesitated, "There is a way."

"Say it."

Later, Jin Yu stopped talking and hid in his room or even in the cupboard all day long, never seeing anyone or saying a word.

It was a full year before he spoke again, and it was only a few words. If he was not asked, he would remain silent. He would always sit alone, lowering his head, and doing some repetitive actions.

One day, Wen Shuhua asked him: "Jin Yu, do you still remember the flower house?"

He raised his head, there was no wave in his eyes.

She was worried and asked again: "Jin Yu, answer mom, do you remember?"

He lowered his head and shook it.

Only then did she remember that Jin Yu hadn't called her mother for a long time.

The psychiatrist diagnosed him with autism and social anxiety.

Since then, doctors have often been in and out of the Wen family. In the children's room on the second floor, there are many bottles and jars of Jin Yu's medicine. He doesn't speak and is afraid of strangers, so he has never been to school again. , no friends, no playmates, always sitting alone, not knowing what to look at, eyes empty, no shadow at all.

Once, just after the psychiatrist left, Wen Shuning joked, "Sister, you are so cruel."

Wen Shuhua didn't know why: "What did you say?"

"Didn't you make your son autistic?" Wen Shuning narrowed his eyes meaningfully.

Wen Shuhua immediately turned down and said, "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Wen Shuning leaned on the handrail of the stairs and clasped his hands to relax: "If not, why are there so many psychiatrists but none of them can treat him well and prescribe medicine every day?"

Wen Shuhua looked nervous: "I don't know what you are talking about."

Her angry look sounded more like bluffing.

Wen Shuning smiled: "I don't know what you are doing yet."

Of course, she would not tell the old man that she wanted nothing more than a sick child. No matter how much the old man liked the boy, he could not reuse him.

On the second floor, the siblings were tit for tat again.

After Jin Yu suffered from autism, he stopped talking, ignored others, and was indifferent to everyone. Only when he saw Wen Shihao, his empty eyes were full of hatred and anger.

Wen Shihao didn't like Jin Yu in the first place. After he became autistic, she became even more disgusted: "Why are you staring?"

After being ill for a year, he was thin, with wide eyes and a childish voice. He scolded her word by word: "Bad person."

The girl sneered, with contempt in her eyes: "Go away, you idiot!"

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