Truth was Wen Fei Fei lied. When the foul wench went to the hotel and made a fuss inside the room, Bai Yi Yi in fact didnât retort or mock her at all. The other girl merely spouted the truth and refused the request before slamming the door in Wen Fei Feiâs face. But Wen Shan doesnât need to know that does he? All this man needs to know was his daughter got humiliated somewhere outside, thatâs all.
âTheir mouth belongs to them, let them say whatever they like. As long as I know your ma and you arenât bad people then thatâs all it matters. Also, Fei Fei, you canât vent your anger at a child regardless of your emotions. Do you know what your actions have caused to our family? The Wen Clan have become a laughing stock among our peers right now. I will not permit another repeat of todayâs incident, understand?â
If he hadnât been drunk that year then Chai Moon wouldnât have gotten pregnant. In the end itâs his fault and he know it. Well, on the surface level anyways...
âPa,â Wen Fei Fei sobs some more as he met her old manâs gaze, âI understand, I will never do it again.â
âAlright, I will go handle the aftermath, you two rest while I go find your grandfather to discuss the matter. Starting today, no one in this household is allowed to go out.â
âOkay.â The girl didnât argue, only behaving like a good obedient daughter. However, this wasnât enough to completely reassure the wary man here.
Downstair in the living room.
âWife, you keep an eye on Fei Fei for the coming days, I still donât feel comfortable if thereâs no one watching her.â Raising a hand to pause the lady from interrupting after catching that moving mouth, Wen Shan wants to finish his sentence first, âI know what you want to say, but that Bai Yi Yi is a heartless wolf, thereâs no way she would help us get the antidote.â
âThen how....â Chai Moon still appeared worried in the face, âI understand. Donât worry, I will be sure to keep an eye on Fei Fei. I wonât let her take a step outside our home.â
Pleased by the answer, Wen Shan nods and said nothing more before heading out the door.
......
The military housing district.
Inside the second floor of the Ling householdâs estate, Bai Yan casually places the paint brush in her hand away after drawing a portrait of her boy.
âCousin, when did you learn to paint like that? Nowadays everyone only does it on a notepad or laptop, is it Aunt Yu who taught you?â Ling Lang was flabbergasted and surprised by how skilled Bai Yan was at the old art.
With a faint smile on her lips, she hands the painting to Ling Lang without elaborating: âDonât be nosy. Here, this is my sonâs portrait, he is called Bai Xiachen. Hurry and go help me locate his whereabout.â
Taking it like a little dunt that he was, the handsome man was immediately taken aback by how lovely the little boy was in the picture. On top of that, he recognized that face!
âCousin...â Coughing to clear his throat, âDo you ever go on the web?â
âWeb?â Itâs Bai Yanâs turn to be bewildered, âWhat is that?â
Now the guyâs got it. Ling Lang had his suspicion about his cousin being a hermit due to the nature of a martial clanâs usual behavior. Now the reply from Bai Yan merely confirms it.
âWait here, Iâll go get my phone and show you.â