No one notified me in advance. Everyone in the end times is crazy.

Chapter 121 Fate is so unfair

Wen Chi seemed a little tired, perhaps because of his age, or perhaps because he suddenly recalled some bad memories. He instructed the middle-aged woman dressed as a nanny beside him, saying, "Xiao Fu, send Feiyu back to her room to reflect on herself. Don't let her out until she learns how to be obedient."

Fu Qing bowed respectfully and said, "Yes."

He walked over to help Wen Feiyu up and coaxed her softly, "Miss, let's go."

Wen Feiyu stood up, shook off Fu Qing's hand, glared at Wen Chi as she passed by, lifted her skirt, and walked upstairs with big strides.

Fu Qing followed behind and shouted, "Miss, you are wearing high heels, let's take the elevator! Don't fall!"

"I won't!"

Wen Feiyu was in a bad mood and deliberately made her high heels make a noisy "tapping" sound.

Wen Chi shook his head helplessly: "This child is good in every way, but he is too stubborn, just like your father."

He gave Anran a look, signaling her to follow.

An Ran chased after her: "Miss! Wait for me."

Wen Feiyu stopped and looked ahead without looking back at her. His voice was flat and indifferent: "Don't follow me."

She quickened her pace as she went up the stairs, a tear falling down her long hair behind her.

An Ran stretched out her hand, wanting to grab the person who looked at her as an equal, but she only caught her tears.

Standing there, looking at the tear in his hand, he whispered to himself, "I... made my savior cry."

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Wen Liuyan was still standing there. He had many questions but didn't dare to speak. He just stared at Wen Chi.

"Kid, if you have any questions, just ask."

"Grandpa, didn't grandma die of heart failure? Didn't our parents go on business trips for many years? Why did Feiyu say..." Wen Liuyan said while observing Wen Chi's expression.

"That's just what we say to the public. We can't just let rumors fly everywhere, right? Just thinking about this makes me angry. Look at the crappy name your father gave you. Who does Liu Yan Fei Yu (rumors) imply? He's just trying to make me unhappy and throw you here to piss me off."

“Why don’t I know these things?”

"It's most likely Xiao Fu who told Feiyu. That girl is very spoiled. Xiao Fu doesn't have children due to health reasons, so he has always taken care of Feiyu as if she were his own child. Naturally, he told her everything."

Wen Liuyan lowered his head and picked at his nails, feeling a little uncomfortable. He muttered softly, "After all this time, I'm the only one who's been kept in the dark."

The palms and backs of the hands are all flesh and blood. Seeing your grandson like this, you always have to give him some compensation.

Wen Chi stood up and motioned Wen Liuyan to follow.

The grandfather and grandson went to the study and locked the door.

Wen Chi took out a box from the secret compartment and placed it on the table.

It was a wooden box with relief carvings and looked very ancient.

Wen Liuyan asked, "What is this?"

"The thing I'm going to give you as compensation is called 'Pandora's Wishing Box'."

"Pan...Pandora? It sounds like Pandora's Box in the fairy tale."

He knocked on the wooden box and said, "Almost."

Wen Liuyan took a half step back, really afraid that his grandfather would accidentally open the box.

"Isn't it too dangerous? I don't want it!"

Wen Chi pushed the box towards him, like a demon tempting humans to make mistakes.

"Are you sure? You can give this as a gift to the kid from Seventeenth City."

Wen Liuyan's words were full of doubt: "Give him such a dangerous thing?"

"It's called a wish box. It can grant the user a wish, but the user has to pay a relatively equal price. To put it bluntly, it's an equal exchange."

Wen Liuyan pushed the box back and said disdainfully, "It's so tasteless. I don't want it."

"I can make a wish to restore his voice to its original state, but is that useless?"

Wen Liuyan hesitated.

"Or make a wish that he marry you."

Wen Liuyan's heart was moved.

"Or..." Wen Chi whispered something inappropriate for children to Wen Liuyan.

Wen Liuyan accepted the box with a red face.

"I want it, I can't regret it and take it back!"

"No, how can you take back something you've given away!" Wen Chi sat on the chair and waved his hand to signal him to go back.

"It's getting late, go back and rest."

"Grandpa, don't you want to rest?"

"As for me! I'm going to worry about your lifelong affairs for you. I'll go negotiate with that kid Wang Ye later. I hope he won't ask for an exorbitant amount of money for the bride price."

"Thank you, Grandpa. I'll go back first."

Wen Liuyan was in a very good mood and went back humming a song.

Wen Feiyu lay on the bed and wiped away her tears secretly.

Fate is so unfair.

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The next morning, Luo Shiyu brought the wontons he made to the ghost realm.

Wang Rui sat motionless on the sofa, not knowing what he was thinking.

【God is coming.】

Luo Shiyu walked over quietly, not wanting to scare him, and called softly, "Brother."

Wang Rui's voice was sleepy: "You're here?"

"Brother, what are you doing sitting here?"

"It was so quiet, I almost fell asleep."

[Fell asleep while sitting? My brother is still too weak.]

"Brother, I made wontons this morning, you try some." He scooped one up with a spoon, blew it cool, and fed it to Wang Rui's mouth.

"Brother, open your mouth."

"Thank you for taking care of me."

"It's fine."

【I owe you this.】

After finishing their meal and taking a short break, Wang Rui suddenly asked, "What are people saying about me?"

"Huh? Wait, let me see!" (Luo Shiyu didn't have the habit of watching the news.)

Open the smart brain to check.

"The Young Lord of the Seventeenth City died in an aerial laboratory explosion at the age of 21?" Luo Shiyu's voice grew increasingly questioning as he read. "What the hell?"

Wang Rui listened to his tone, laughed twice, and said, "I guess everyone thought I was going to die."

"What a crappy report! So unlucky." Luo Shiyu slid his finger down and saw the second piece of news.

"Big star Yuwen Boyuan fainted in the street from grief? Suspected of a broken heart?" Someone thought to himself, "When did he find a partner? How did he die?"

[What? You're hooking up with my brother when you already have a partner? You scumbag!]

Xiao Hei: "Is it possible that person is Wang Rui?"

【throat…】

Looking at Wang Rui's expression, he didn't see any displeasure.

Just as I breathed a sigh of relief, I heard Wang Rui say, "Read on? Why don't you continue?"

"Which one?"

Wang Rui asked with interest, "The one about the big star, then what? What happened?" (He wasn't worried.)

"After fainting, he was sent to the emergency room. He became seriously ill and hasn't woken up yet."

【Is my brother worried about him? 】

"Hmm... not dead! What a shame."

[So you're worried he's not dead? ]

Xiaobai noticed something was wrong: "This is a bit strange!"

【What's wrong? 】

Xiaobai: "If Wang Rui hates Yuwen Boyuan, why doesn't he kill him? He has killed people before, and this one is not the only one."

[Yes! Why?]

Looking at Wang Rui, he wanted to ask, but he didn't know how to start. (Lolo didn't know their relationship, and asking would reveal it.)

Wang Rui leaned against the soft pillow and sighed, "Looks like I'm going to be pestered by him again."

【good chance! 】

Luo Shiyu leaned over and asked, "Brother, do you like him?"

Wang Rui was silent. Did he like it? Even he himself didn't know. He asked, "What is liking?"

Having been strictly disciplined by his mother since childhood, he seems to have no idea what liking something is, or it can be said that he has lost the ability to like something.

He liked little rabbits and secretly raised one. His mother taught him not to leave any weaknesses, so he cried and killed the rabbit he raised with his own hands.

I used to like painting, but my mother said it was useless and only useless children would like it.

When I went from one cram school to another, I secretly watched others play ball, but the court was forcibly demolished the next day.

Later, as he grew older, he became the "other people's child" that adults often mentioned.

Even he forgot...

forget…

[What is love? It's something very strange.]