I Love You At The Right Time

Wen smiles sarcastically, he doesn’t speak and looks at her indifferently.

Wen Chenglin comes up quickly, puts his arms around Feng Nuanxin’s shoulder and asks anxiously, “Nuanxin, what’s wrong with you? Are you not feeling well? Go, I’ll accompany you back to your room to have a rest.”

He turns his head and looks at his son again： “We’ll talk about the engagement later.”

“Chenglin!” Feng Nuanxin takes Wen Chenglin’s arm and shakes her head hard： “No, no.” She looks weak and pitiful.

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Wen stands up at this moment and says coolly whe he brushes past the two “What are you, and how dare you to take a hand in my decision?”

“Wen!” Wen Chenglin gets angry immediately and shouts at his son’s back： “How can you talk to your auntie like that? Apologize to her!”

Wen stops and stands there.

He turns around slowly, with a faint smile on his face. He glances at his father’s livid face and Feng Nuanxin’s delicate and pitiful mask.

He lowers his eyes and says slowly： “Are you sure you want me to apologize?”

“Apologize to…”

“Chenglin!” Feng Nuanxin interrupts hurriedly, “Don’t, don’t do this. I’m okay. It really doesn’t matter.”

She says she is okay, but Wen Chenglin hugs her out of pity.

This reminds Wen of the little woman who followed her first instinct to protect this woman from the hot soup.

She broke out in a cold sweat on her forehead out of pain, but she boldly lied to him that it was because of her carelessness.

Idiot!

“If it really doesn’t matter, don’t pretend like the whole world has bullied you.” After a pause, Wen says in a colder voice： “It’s really disgusting!”

“Wen!”

This time, he does not stop.

“Oh, Mr. Wen, where are you going?”

The gate shuts loudly.

Wen Chenglin mutters a curse, “Rebellious son!”

Feng Nuanxin laughs at herself and pats his arm to comfort him. “Chenglin, don’t be angry with Wen, okay? It’s all my fault, it’s my fault.”

“How can it be your fault?” Holding Feng Nuanxin’s lower jaw, Wen Chenglin frowns at her. “It was me who wanted to marry you at the beginning. If it was wrong, it was my fault.”

“Chenglin…”

“Mom? Dad?”

A boy’s clear voice sounds, Wen Jiazhi stands at the door with his homework. “What’s happened?”

Feng Nuanxin turns back and wipes away tears from her eyes. “Nothing.”

Wen Chenglin pats her on the shoulder and asks Wen Jiazhi, “Have you finished your homework?”

Wen Jiazhi scratches his head. “There is a question that I can’t solve. I heard my eldest brother come back and I want to ask him. Where is he?”

“Gone.” Obviously, Wen Chenglin doesn’t want to talk about this again. “Go to school tomorrow and ask the teacher. Your mother is not feeling well. I’ll take her back to have some rest.”

“Oh.” Wen Jiazhi goes back to the room dejected and squeezes the exercise book in his hand.

He likes his eldest brother very much, but his eldest brother doesn’t like him.

Every time he wants to get close to his eldest brother, he is given the cold shoulder.

He thinks it’s because he’s not good enough, so he studies hard. But the eldest brother still doesn’t like him, even when he becomes the first in the school.

*

The car is parked downstairs out of the small apartment. Wen leans against the hood and lights a cigarette.

He lifts his eyes and looks at the small, bright window.

She hasn’t slept yet.

What is she doing at this time?

One cigarette after another, Wen doesn’t get in the car and drive away until he finishes smoking half a pack of cigarettes.

… …

Auntie Zhang opens the door and is very happy to see Claudia.

She hasn’t been back for days.

“Auntie Zhang.” Claudia hugs her smilingly and hands her a box of moon cakes.

The box shows that it is worth a lot of money.

“Happy Mid－Autumn Festival, are you on holiday today?”

Somehow there is a distant? look in? Auntie Zhang’s? eyes, as if she feels sorry for her.

She takes the box and says, “Oh, yes, I’ll leave later.”

“Well, I wish you and your family a happy holiday.” Claudia says and steps into the living room.

Auntie Zhang looks at her back and sighs softly.

She considers Claudia a very good person. Claudia paid the medical bills for her son when he was ill last year, without asking her to pay it back.