Today, the sun was shining brightly and the wind was blowing gently. The smog in the air had disappeared, revealing the blue sky and cute little white clouds.
Wei Zhe remembered that his son had been eating takeout and instant noodles for half a month, so he specially ordered the kitchen to make a light corn pork rib soup and a nutritious five-grain porridge. The dishes that were placed beside Wei Jing were not spicy at all.
Wei Jing scooped the porridge with a spoon and put it into his mouth, but his eyes kept darting to Wei Zhe. His favorite sweet and sour pork ribs. Big Brother was so mean. How could he put it where he couldn't reach? He must have done it on purpose! How infuriating!
"What are you looking at? Just eat your food. "Wei Zhe smiled lightly." Good girl, don't be picky with your food! "
Wei Jing: Exploding with anger.
"Second Brother, do you want to eat this?" Suddenly, Wei Min, who had been silent all this time, spoke up. As he spoke, he pushed the sweet and sour pork ribs towards Wei Jing. He smiled very obediently and tried to please him. "Second Brother, if you want to eat anything in the future, you can tell me. I can help you."
Wei Jing tightened his grip on the spoon. The expression on his face instantly calmed down and strangely revealed a coldness that was similar to Wei Zhe's. "Don't bother. I actually don't like to eat this."
"Really?" Wei Min's face turned pale. He seemed a little angry and a little aggrieved.
Wei Min's life had not been easy recently. When he was sent to the Wei family mansion, he realized that everything here was under the control of Wei Zhe, especially when his father's attitude was so clear.
Even if Wei Zhe didn't say or do anything, Wei Min still couldn't do anything.
Those people in the Wei family mansion who wanted to please Wei Zhe would secretly make things difficult for him. Even if they told the butler, there was nothing he could do, because … he had acquiesced to it.
His brain, which was originally muddled, suddenly became clear.
Wei Zhe was indeed the next head of the Wei family, so why did Wei He keep him here? Leaving him here … the child whose mother almost killed Wei Zhe? Stepping stone? A punching bag? Or perhaps it was both.
He … had already been abandoned by his father.
That was why he was trying to get on Wei Jing's good side. Both of them had been abandoned, so wouldn't it be better if they hugged each other and fought against their common enemy — Wei Zhe?
For the rest of the time, Wei Jing didn't touch the sweet and sour pork ribs. Not only him, but Wei Zhe, who had taken a few pieces before, also didn't touch them. The two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding as they both excluded Wei Min.
Wei Jing sympathized with Wei Min. After all, it was his mother who did something wrong. He was still an ignorant child. But when she thought of her brother lying in the hospital's emergency room a month ago, she thought of that hideous scar.
He … couldn't sympathize with her at all.
Instead, he felt … so angry!
After lunch, Wei Min spontaneously went back to his room to rest. He was six years old this year and was in the first grade of primary school. Afternoon classes started at two o 'clock, so he could take a nap before going.
After eating his fill, Wei Jing lay on the sofa like a boneless sponge. The TV was playing the story of SpongeBob SquarePants and his retarded gay friend, Patrick Star. The dubbing of the two … was quite brainwashing.
Wei Zhe sat next to his younger brother and stared at the TV for a long time. Just as Wei Jing was wondering when his older brother would start liking such funny cartoons, the teenager pointed at the TV and said, "Should I buy you one?"
Wei Jing said, "Huh?"
Wei Zhe made the final decision. "Do you want a sponge pillow or a doll?"
Wei Jing's face was filled with rage. He grabbed his big brother's broad wrist and gritted his teeth as he asked, "What are you buying? Buy it for yourself. I don't like such childish things.
"We understand." Wei Zhe nodded. "Then we'll buy both!"
He remembered that in his previous life, Wei Jing had liked this little yellow square for a while. After he bought a doll for him, his cute little brother was very happy and hugged him, saying that he liked big brother the most and that big brother was the best.
Now, he could use it to comfort his injured little brother. Thinking about how excited his little brother would be, Wei Zhe could not help but smile mysteriously.
Wei Jing thought, "Black face with a question mark?"
Forget it. There might be a generation gap between him and his older brother. After all, one was "21 years old" and the other was 13 years old. This was normal and there was no problem, buddy.
Wei Jing was seven years old this year and was in the second grade of primary school.
Due to Wei Zhe's car accident and the various things that happened after that, he had not gone to school for almost a month.
Wei Zhe was afraid that his cute little brother would be bullied at school, so he specially gave him a big box of high-quality handmade chocolates in the morning and asked him to bribe his classmates. At the same time, he repeatedly reminded him not to fight if anyone bullied him. Instead, he told him to tell the teacher directly and he would take care of the rest.
After all, in Wei Zhe's eyes, his little brother was like a precious and fragile piece of jade. If he accidentally bumped into something, he would be in big trouble.
Wei Jing was fed a lot of nonsense in the morning and was having a headache. In the end, for some reason, he suddenly said, "Big brother, why are you so long-winded? Are you going through menopause? " He had successfully … angered Wei Zhe.
It could only be said that Wei Jing's words had poked Wei Zhe's sore spot! In his previous life, he was already 26 years old. Now that he thought about it, menopause … was indeed not far away.
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Thus, early in the morning, the people in the Wei family's old residence saw their eldest young master walking in front angrily with a dark expression while their youngest young master anxiously apologized behind him.
Sigh! Poor little young master!
It was a wonderful misunderstanding.
The three members of the Wei family were now in the same school. However, Wei Jing and Wei Min were in the primary school while Wei Zhe was in the middle school.
The family's chauffeur sent the three of them to their destination. Even though Wei Zhe was reluctant to follow his little brother to check on him, he could only stop. His age was a big problem and he could not risk letting Wei He know that he valued Wei Jing very much.
In a few years, when he turned 18, everything would be fine.
During this time, he would not be idle and would work hard to develop his own power. That way, he would be able to bring Wei Jing under his wing as soon as possible.
The classrooms of the second grade of elementary school were almost all on the first floor. Only Wei Jing's class was an exception, because this was the legendary elite class. The second floor was much quieter than the first floor, allowing people to listen more attentively during class. Of course, there were also disadvantages.
For example, last time, Wei Jing had fallen down the stairs.
Although Wei Jing was not considered very smart, he was willing to work hard and was always in the top ten in his studies. Coupled with his good looks and good upbringing, he was quite popular in school.
Now, as soon as he returned to the classroom, he was surrounded by a group of people who were asking him questions.
Wei Jing could not remember these elementary school classmates and could only force a smile to deal with them. He then matched their names to his seat.
"All of you, get out of my way." Suddenly, a little fatty pushed through the crowd and squeezed his way to the front of the child.
When Wei Jing saw him, it was as if he was facing a great enemy. This … this was one of his childhood nightmares!
Little Fatty Ye!
This child came from a good family and was strong and sturdy. Previously, when Wei Jing fell down the stairs, it was because he said that he wanted to be friends with him that caused him to accidentally step on the wrong side of the stairs. In his past life, when he came back from recuperating at home, he thought that he would have a new friend. Who knew that this child would suddenly change his mind and target him at every turn.
Wei Jing could not beat him in a fight and did not know how to scold him. Children at this age were extremely disdainful of "suing the teacher".
He could only bear with it. After that, Wei Jing's elementary school life was deeply shrouded by this huge figure.
"You … what do you want to do?" Wei Jing's body tensed up, ready to fight at any moment.
Who knew that the other party would not act according to common sense!
"Wah wah wah!!" A demonic cry came out of the child's mouth. The little fatty's face was covered in snot and tears. "They all said that you fell down the stairs and died. I was so scared that you would die! Wei Jing, don't die! Wah wah wah ~ ~ "
Wei Jing revealed a pitiful expression. Who started this rumor? Step forward!
"Okay, okay, don't cry. I'm fine now, aren't I?" Wei Jing, the miserable victim, came over to comfort him at this moment. He patted the other party's shoulder, took out a small handkerchief from his pants, and handed it to the little fatty. "Come, wipe your tears. Class will start soon."
"Oh, right!" Little Fatty Ye tilted his head, blew a silly bubble from his nose, and smiled blissfully. "This way, I won't have to go to jail. That's great."
Wei Jing was speechless.
He used the handkerchief to wipe his tears and snot. The little fatty heartlessly wanted to stuff the handkerchief back into Wei Jing's hands, but Wei Jing dodged. Mommy, it's so dirty!
"I'm done. I'll return it to you." The little fatty looked at him in confusion.
"Young Master doesn't like you? Can't you tell? Damn fatty. "A haughty and annoying voice came from behind the two of them.
Wei Jing's expression froze. Here it comes, the second childhood nightmare.
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