Heartbroken

  As soon as the door opened, Xu Yu'e rushed in first, and Wen Shi-xuan was blocked by others and slowed down for two beats.

  "Vines, Mom is calling you, why aren't you speaking?" Just as she was about to rush up to her eldest daughter and scold her, she suddenly discovered that someone had been standing between her and her daughter all along. Xǔ Yù'é raised her eyes and saw a tall, handsome young man with extraordinary clothes.

  "Mom, it's this person who carried Mengmeng in." In the noisy crowd, Yuanyuan's voice was sharp and clear.

  "What kind of person are you?" Xu Yu'e was furious, with one finger pointing at the other's chest, "What do you want to do to my daughter? Do you believe I'll report you!"

  He had seen all sorts of extreme people, but someone like Xu Yuer who was extremely unreasonable to the extreme, Lu Jun counted as seeing for the first time.

  The corners of his mouth rose, and he brushed aside Xu Yu'e's pointing fingers. His icy eyes scanned the crowd, and the first person they landed on was Wen Huan, who was hiding in the crowd: "I'm just a passerby who happened to see injustice."

  The latter bit her lip, cold-faced, and glared at Manman with angry eyes, but Manman's figure was completely blocked by the man.

  "Mom, I don't feel well."

  The weak voice of the little girl came over, and Xu Yu'e was startled. She rushed back to support the little girl who was shaking and seemed about to faint.

  "Yuan Yuan, don't scare Mom." The little girl's face was pale in Xu Yu'e's eyes at this moment. She shouted again, "Who? Who can save my daughter?"

  All around was quiet and still.

  Xu Yu'e took two deep breaths, one hand holding her little daughter and the other grasping her husband's sleeve in the crowd, scolding: "You're useless, how can you be a father? Do you want to see your daughter die?"

  Seeing her father in distress, Manman couldn't stay still any longer. She put on her shoes and walked out: "Mom, let go of Dad. Holding onto him won't do any good."

  "What did you say?!" Turning back, rushing towards the eldest daughter, suddenly seeing that her daughter's foot was wrapped in a bandage, Xu Yu'e was stunned, like a machine gun jamming.

  "Manman, what's wrong with your foot?" Wen Shixuan was really worried, pushing away the crowd and running to his eldest daughter's side. His honest eyes were filled with heartache, "Was it your mom..."

  "Dad—" Manman hastily stopped Wen Shixuan from continuing, "I fell myself."

  Xu Yujiao also knew it was probably because of her own fault, so she fell silent.

  Her eyes turned to her parents, both of whom were focused on her sister's two faces. Wen Huan leaned in closer to her mother, her voice weak: "Mom, how is my sister's foot?"

  The younger daughter is more important, the older daughter just sprained her foot, and the younger daughter is going to attend Peking University now. If she gets seriously ill, it would be terrible. Xu Yujiao immediately rushed back to the older daughter and said about the younger daughter's situation: "Who treated your foot? Ask them to help take a look at your sister's illness too."

  Xu Yujiao's partiality is clear at a glance.

  Her calm and collected eyes swept across his face, but in her serene gaze, a deep-seated sorrow was buried so deeply that she didn't want anyone to discover it, yet it was enough to strike the weakest chord in his heart.

  Lu Jun suddenly felt suffocated, unable to imagine: how did she grow up in the Wen family? The treatment received since childhood, not to mention food and clothing, but this heart as a child, has it been treated fairly?

  She looked up and met his lowered gaze, and Meng Meng was stunned again: the ice in his eyes seemed to have melted by half. But it was just a fleeting illusion, he turned away, revealing a cold and icy profile once more.

  "Sigh: 'Mom, I don't know him.'"

  Wen Yu's hand pinched her mother's hand back.

  "Xu Yu'e suddenly shouted: 'You don't know him, how can he treat your foot?!'"

  "Why can't I treat her foot?" The icy, sharp gaze of Mo Yu's eyes remained cold and haughty as he looked down at Wen Huan. "I'm a doctor, who is the patient and who isn't, I am very clear."

  Her mind flashed with a string of thoughts she had never had before: this man, he saw through everything, all her little tricks and crooked ideas.

  Cold sweat dripped down from his forehead, slowly sliding down onto his mother's body.

  "Yu Yu!" Xǔ Yùjué cried out in dismay.

  Seeing his little daughter fainting, Wen Shixuan was frightened at this moment, and he and his wife hurriedly supported Wen Huan to sit down on a stool beside her.

  The people around Wen Huan all fainted, and for a moment they couldn't tell whether she was really ill or just pretending to be.

  A nurse took a sphygmomanometer and rolled up Wen Huan's sleeve to take her blood pressure.

  Manman saw through the crowd that her sister's half-opened eye was staring in the direction of - Comrade Junye.

  Her eyebrows were tightly knotted. As the younger sister's thoughts were clear, she said to Comrade Jun: "Director Lu, please go out first."

  He lowered his eyebrows, looking at her, and from her calm eyebrows, he could tell that she understood everything. The corner of his mouth smiled wistfully: "I've called someone over, I'll leave after they arrive."

  "Who is it?" This was her question just now.

  "Vines----" Xu Yujiao heard the nurse say that her blood pressure was only a little low, but it wasn't a big deal. Having no other choice, she could only turn to her eldest daughter for help.

  Her mother called out in front of so many people, and Manman had no choice but to hop over on one foot.

  In the crowd, a figure suddenly squeezed in like lightning, and before Mengmeng could stop her feet, she bumped into someone's arms.

  Looking up at Jiang Da Shao's face covered in sweat, a surprised expression floated up: "You, you how——"

  Taking a deep breath, Jiang Yan gathered all his strength, holding Meng Meng tightly in his arms and staring fiercely at Xu Yu'e: "Did she hit you?"

  Xu Yu'e's eyes widened like a cowbell the moment she saw Jiang Dashao: "You, you this broken household how can be here?"

  "My girlfriend has been beaten by someone, of course I have to rush over." Jiang Yan puffed out his chest and replied without hesitation.

  "What!" Xǔ Yù'è exclaimed, immediately rushing to the front of Jiǎng Dà Shào like a locomotive, pointing at his hand holding Màn Màn. "Let her go! I'm warning you, let her go right now."

  "Mom—" Manman thought, although she didn't know how he suddenly came, but now the most important thing is to calm down and comfort her, "Yuanyuan isn't feeling well."

  Wen Yu took a deep breath and saw that Yin Manman had spoken up, so Xu Yujiao rushed back.

  Seeing Wen Huan lying there like a patient, and then looking at Manman's genuine and clumsy foot, Jiang Yan understood at a glance, and gently rubbed Manman's hair: "Does it hurt?"

  He could hear the pain and tenderness in his tone, and the crescent-shaped eyes behind his glasses slowly curved into an arc: "It's okay."

  The arrogant little girl.

  It made him cherish it even more in his heart.

  Crouch down, pointing at his own back: "Come on, I'll carry you back."

  Manman originally wanted to say no, but Jiang Dashao wouldn't let her get a word in edgewise. He grabbed both of her arms and wrapped them around his neck, easily picking up her lightweight body. As he walked, he muttered: "In the future, you should eat more, or else how will you have the energy to enter the bridal chamber with me?"

  A small fist pounded on his shoulder, and Mianmian's face turned red as she buried her head in his neck.

  Jiang Dashao excitedly carried her on his back through the crowd of onlookers: "I'm like Zhu Bajie carrying his wife."

  "Mom!" Wen Huan reminded her mother as she saw the beggar about to carry her sister away.

  Xu Yujiao turned back, wanting to chase after him, but was stopped by her husband.

  "Yuan Yuan's illness is serious." Wen Shi Xuan learned from his eldest daughter's cleverness.

  Wen Yu's eyes flashed, and her gaze swept across her father's honest face before fixing on the man who had placed his eyes on Wen Shi Xuan's back figure before leaving - her sister called him Lu Shang Xiao.