Chapter 296 - 296 Do You Think I’m a Beggar?

296 Do You Think I’m a Beggar?

Back in the capital, when Sang Qianqian was unconscious.

Wen Xu and Sang Minglang had gone to look for Shen Hanyu many times, but Shen Hanyu had avoided them.

Due to this, Wen Xu went back to Ming City to look for Guo Muyang. However, Guo Muyang only vaguely said that Shen Hanyu was busy. Wen Xu was so angry that he kicked over Guo Muyang’s desk and almost started a fight with him.

He wanted to vent his anger as much as he did back then.

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Sang Qianqian thought to herself, ‘What I’ve been afraid of really happened…’

Her father was already difficult enough to deal with, and now that Wen Xu was here, she could already imagine what kind of trouble Shen Hanyu was in…

“Sis, what’s with that expression?”

Seeing Sang Qianqian’s hesitant look, Wen Xu laughed. “I haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already feeling worried for him?”

“Don’t you already know the whole story?”

Even though Sang Qianqian was angry at Shen Hanyu for lying to her, she could not help but speak up for him. “He did not do it on purpose.”

Wen Xu nodded seriously. “Yes, he didn’t do it on purpose. So don’t worry, Sister. I won’t make things difficult for him.”

As the two conversed, they entered the house. Sang Qianqian instructed the kitchen to prepare dinner for Wen Xu.

Ever since Wen Xu had broken off his relationship with his father, he went to Rong Ce’s company, and the business he was in charge of happened to be competing with Zhongwen Film and Television Group.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Wen Xu was vengeful and showed no mercy to them. In the past year, Zhongwen’s business volume had declined sharply, and the market value of their stocks was fluctuating.

Wen Gong was both depressed and annoyed that his own son was helping someone else to deal with him.

However, he had to consider doing something for Zhongwen.

If he allowed Wen Xu to continue targeting Zhongwen, their losses would be immeasurable.

Wen Gong originally wanted to communicate with Wen Xu, but the latter was stubborn and refused to talk to him.

With no other choice, Wen Gong could only call Sang Qianqian and ask for her help to persuade Wen Xu, hoping that he would return to Zhongwen Film and Television Group.

“He’s my son, and I’m his father. There is no such thing as grudges between father and son. I was wrong in the past. Qianqian, I know that Wen Xu has always listened to you. Just take it as me begging him to come back.”

Wen Gong’s voice carried an unprecedented solemness.

This man, who had always favored his younger son, finally realized how much he had treated Wen Xu in the past after being slapped in the face by reality. Now, he finally knew how to save him.

From a selfish point of view, Sang Qianqian naturally hoped that Wen Xu would return to his father’s company.

When Wen Xu left, although he was doing well in Rong Ce’s company, he was more or less living under someone else’s roof, and it was not a long-term plan.

He was a member of the Wen family, and he had a share in Zhongwen Film and Television Group.

Now that Wen Gong had put down his pride and begged him to return, Sang Qianqian had no reason to object.

They were both Wen Gong’s sons, so why could the company be given to Wen Hao, but not Wen Xu?

Not only did Wen Xu want to go back, but he also wanted to take back what was his.

As such, Sang Qianqian raised two conditions to Wen Gong. One was that they had to be fair in the future and not be biased toward Wen Hao. The second was to hold a welcome ceremony for Wen Xu’s return. During the ceremony, he would apologize to Wen Xu in front of everyone.

Wen Gong was still a man of his word. So far, he had done both of these things.

At the welcome ceremony, not only did he admit that he did not handle things well, but he also appointed Wen Xu as the Vice President of Zhongwen Film and Television Group in public. His position was the same as Wen Hao, but he was in charge of a different field.

That welcoming ceremony had given Wen Xu a lot of face, but Sang Qianqian knew that the seemingly harmonious father and son of the Wen family were hiding all sorts of conflicts behind the scenes.

Although Wen Gong promised that he wouldn’t be biased, it was easier said than done. There would definitely be a process.

Moreover, it was inevitable that Wen Hao was not convinced. If Wen Xu wanted to gain a firm foothold in Zhongwen, he would have to spend a lot of effort.

After Wen Xu finished his meal, Sang Qianqian asked, “How’s your work? How are you getting along with your dad?”

“It’s alright.”

Wen Xu’s lips twitched and he said sarcastically, “The company will definitely send a copy of Wen Hao’s documents to me as well. They also asked for my opinion on all the big and small matters. They respect me so much because they’re scared I might go back to Rong Ce if I’m unhappy.”

“Your father seems to be very afraid of you.”

Sang Qianqian smiled. “He’s probably been traumatized by you for the past year, but this is a good thing. At least he won’t dare to treat you like he used to. However, where’s your brother Wen Hao? Did he make things difficult for you?”

“He would like to, but it’s difficult for him.”

Wen Xu leaned on the sofa, took an orange from the fruit plate, and slowly peeled it. “I’ve only been back for a short time, but the relationship between Zhongwen and Youying has already changed from being like fire and water to a deep cooperation. My dad is very clear about what role I played in this. Therefore, he won’t let Wen Hao ruin the overall situation.”

Sang Qianqian nodded. “Wen Hao is too cunning. You must be careful.”

“Times are different now. Even if he wants to find fault with me, it won’t be that easy.”

Wen Xu gave half of the peeled Mandarin to Sang Qianqian and said nonchalantly, “Sis, you can rest assured.”

Sang Qianqian heaved a sigh of relief. Now that Wen Xu was back on the right track, she was genuinely happy.

The siblings chatted for a long time.

Wen Xu said, “By the way, Sister, I won’t be sleeping here tonight. Isn’t your small apartment empty? I’ll stay there.”

“Why?” Sang Qianqian was puzzled. “Wouldn’t it be good to just stay here?”

“I came in a hurry and left directly from the company. I didn’t bring my luggage.”

Wen Xu said, “Don’t I still have my clothes in that apartment?”

Sang Qianqian did not think too much about it. “It’s been a long time since anyone has stayed there. I’ll go with you and help you tidy up.”

“No, I can handle it myself.”

Wen Xu stood up. “Sister, I’ll be leaving first. You should rest early. When you go to see Brother Minglang tomorrow, give me a call in advance and we’ll meet up at the hospital.”

Since he insisted on not getting the Sang family’s chauffeur to send him home, Sang Qianqian let him be and sent him out. She watched as he got into the taxi before heading home.

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However, Wen Xu did not return to the small apartment. Instead, he went to another place.

He walked up the stairs with ease. The light shone through the crack of the door, so there was obviously someone there.

Wen Xu knocked on the door. Footsteps could be heard from inside and a girl’s slightly vigilant voice came, “Who is it?”

“It’s me. Open the door,” Wen Xu said.

There was no sound from inside.

After a long time, the girl finally said in a muffled voice, “You can leave, I don’t want to see you.”

“I came to look for you as soon as I got off the plane. I haven’t had dinner, so I’m hungry and thirsty.”

Wen Xu’s face didn’t turn red as he said, “Let me come in and drink some water. I’ll leave immediately after I’m done.”

He wasn’t in a hurry. He slowly leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and waited.

It was clear that the girl went through a fierce mental struggle for a while. By the time the cigarette was almost finished, the door finally opened slightly.

The girl reached out and placed a bottle of water and a packet of biscuits on the ground. She immediately retracted her hand and was about to close the door.

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Wen Xu was quick to react and raised his hand to stop the door.

He glanced at the water and biscuits on the ground and laughed. “Yun Li, do you think I’m a beggar? You want to send me away with just a bottle of water and a bag of biscuits?”