Wen Zhili held a small rake, not lifting her head or stopping her work.
In her past life, unable to withstand Liu Yanhong’s repeated pestering—crying, making a scene, threatening suicide—and coupled with her people-pleasing personality, she had actually returned the house to Wen Yuxuan.
Recalling the past, they had used this same set of tactics to take many things from her, only to hand them over to Wen Yuxuan.
Wen Zhili said coldly, “No, I won’t give it to her.”
Liu Yanhong flew into a rage. “Wen Zhili, how can you be so stingy! She’s your sister!”
A cold smile appeared at the corner of Wen Zhili’s lips. “We’re not blood sisters. Grandma doesn’t even recognize Wen Yuxuan as her granddaughter. Why should I give her the house?”
This was the first time she had spoken so harshly to her mother.
In the past, and in her previous life, no matter how unwilling she was, she would always speak tactfully or ingratiatingly, never refusing them outright.
Because back then, she was afraid they would dislike her even more.
But now, apart from her grandmother, she had nothing left to fear!
Liu Yanhong’s face darkened. She lifted her foot and kicked Wen Zhili squarely in the abdomen. “You ungrateful daughter!”
The kick was swift and fierce, with no restraint.
Wen Zhili immediately fell to the ground, clutching her stomach, her face pale with pain.
Liu Yanhong regretted her impulsiveness, but then she remembered she was Wen Zhili’s mother. What was done was done.
Liu Yanhong spoke first. “Don’t blame me for this! It’s your fault for talking to me like that! I’m teaching you a lesson! Think about the house again. I’ll talk to you in a few days.”
With that, she fled as if escaping, not even glancing at Wen Zhili still lying on the ground. As a result, she didn’t see the last trace of warmth in Wen Zhili’s eyes vanish completely.
Wen Zhili got up from the ground on her own.
She didn’t make a scene because she didn’t want to upset her grandmother or put her in a difficult position.
After clearing the weeds from the medicinal herb field, she picked a bouquet of blooming peonies for her grandmother, placed them in the vase in her grandmother’s bedroom, and then left the Wen family’s old house.
Back at the villa, she applied ice to the bruised area but didn’t pay it any further attention.
She wanted to rest for a while.
But as she lay in bed, she couldn’t sleep because the spot where she had been kicked hurt more and more, as if a dagger had been thrust inside, churning her internal organs.
Unable to bear the pain, she took a taxi to the hospital.
The doctor had her undergo an examination, which revealed she had a gastric hemorrhage and needed to be hospitalized for rest.
Noticing the bruise on her stomach, the doctor asked with concern, “This injury… were you hit? Do you need to call the police?”
A self-mocking smile appeared at the corner of Wen Zhili’s lips.
Who would believe it if she said her own biological mother had kicked her so hard it caused a gastric hemorrhage?
“No need, thank you.”
Consider it as repaying the last bit of mother-daughter affection between them.
In her past life, she had craved her parents’ love. Now, she no longer wanted it.
In the hospital room, Wen Zhili fell asleep with an IV drip.
The door to the room opened.
A tall man, panting heavily, walked to her bedside but forced himself to control his breathing to avoid disturbing the sleeping “angel.”
Looking at the pale, weak girl on the bed, his eyes filled with a mix of heartache and possessiveness, growing wildly…Deep within, he was roaring—better to hide her away than let her stay in the outside world to be bullied and hurt.
Hide her in a place only he knew, to cherish and care for her properly!
Huo Shengbai’s hands clenched tightly, trembling slightly from the excessive force.
He wanted to destroy everyone who had ever bullied Lili…
Huo Shengbai noticed there were still tears at the corner of Wen Zhili’s eyes.
Unable to resist, he reached out to touch the corner of her eye, wanting to wipe away her tears.
The moment his fingers made contact, Wen Zhili’s eyelashes fluttered like startled butterflies taking flight, brushing against his thumb in an instant.
Wen Zhili woke up.
Her heart raced wildly, a chill running down her spine, for she saw the man’s terrifying and frenzied eyes.