Wen Zhan said with a calm heart: "You just gave birth to me and did not raise me. And you gave birth to me without consulting me. I did not ask you to give birth to me."
He originally wanted to add another sentence - you brought it upon yourself, you can't blame anyone else - but thinking that this was too serious a statement, he was finally stopped by reason.
Jiang Lijuan lost her fighting ability and was so angry that she cried: "You bastard... I am your mother, you actually said such things... What I did was not for your own good... You are such a bitch, better than her There are thousands of girls...you are so obsessed that you have lost all face and dignity and are clinging to them...they still ignore you..."
Wen Zhan was upset as he listened to his mother's cries and didn't know how to explain her comfort.
"I have to take care of the child, so hang up first..." He hung up the phone ruthlessly on the pretext of taking care of his daughter.
My ears finally quieted down, but my mother's words still lingered in my mind.
In the ward, my sister had already been awakened by her father's roar, but the little girl didn't cry. She was just picked up by her mother and walked around with her big black and shiny eyes.
Wen Zhan turned around, raised his eyes, and met the woman's gaze.
Neither of them spoke, but both of them were in extremely complicated moods.
Mu Wanqing looked at his face and knew that he was feeling uncomfortable at the moment, so she said softly and gently: "Let's eat first, it's almost cold."
Wen Zhan walked back and put down his phone, but he had no appetite at all.
Mu Wanqing hugged her sister and sat down on the sofa next to her. She thought for a moment and said softly: "Actually, you shouldn't talk to your mother like this, comparing your feelings to yours. If Ozawa treats you like this for a girl in the future, how should you feel? "
Wen Zhan lowered his eyebrows and said calmly and indifferently: "When they grow up, I will never interfere in their lives. If they want to get married, I will bless them, if they don't, I will respect them. Whoever they like, as long as it is their own choice, whether it is bitter or sweet. It’s all their own responsibility.”
Mu Wanqing raised her eyes and looked at him in surprise.
How can such a domineering and powerful person be so democratic and tolerant to his children?
Surprised, Mu Wanqing asked in a arrogant tone: "Even if your daughter is looking for a scumbag, you can help her?"
Wen Zhan turned to look at his daughter, his expression obviously changed.
Mu Wanqing was about to say, "Look, you are not a double standard," but she heard him say: "If my daughter is as clear-headed and rational as you, but also has a blind eye, she will most likely not like the scumbag."
"..." Mu Wanqing was speechless.
Is this a compliment to her or a disservice to her?
After a moment of silence, she said with rare sincerity: "Suddenly I feel that you have changed, the change is so big."
Wen Zhan looked at him and smiled self-deprecatingly: "If you have gone through so much and still remain unchanged, wouldn't it be in vain?"
"..." The woman pursed her lips and didn't know how to answer.
If he had defended himself like this before the divorce, she would have been completely moved, and maybe the two of them would never have gotten to the point of divorce.
But now, although she was grateful, she felt more regretful.
After this incident, Jiang Lijuan's hatred for her former daughter-in-law will definitely become more intense, and she will even blame her son's unfilial piety on her, thinking that she "brought bad" to her son.
I'm afraid my ex-mother-in-law won't look good on her when we meet in the future, let alone let her help "steal" the children out.
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The next day, my sister's illness improved a lot and she was ready to go home from the hospital.
The night before, Wen Zhan was originally going to stay in the ward, but Mu Wanqing thought his coughing would disturb the child and forced him to go back.
In the morning, after the doctor checked the room, he said he could be discharged. Before Mu Wanqing could inform him, Wen Zhan had already opened the door and walked in.
Finally, after a complete night's rest, the complexion on the man's face improved a lot, and he returned to his former handsome, handsome and majestic appearance.
When he learned that he could go home from the hospital, Wen Zhan looked happy and told Aunt Zhou to take care of the child first, then took Mu Wanqing's hand and dragged her out.
Mu Wanqing didn't know what was going on, so she struggled and protested in a low voice: "What are you doing? If you have something to say, just say it, don't touch me!"
"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. Go see the doctor again for a review." Wen Zhan looked back at her and still didn't relax holding her hand.
On the night when Mu Wanqing was beaten, she came to the hospital for a quick check-up. At that time, she was thinking that she had to go to the police station to take notes and was in a hurry.
Two or three days have passed, and she is still walking with a slight limp. The bruises on her body have not receded at all, but are getting wider. Wen Zhan is really worried.
After a careful examination, the doctor came to the same conclusion as the last time he was seen in the emergency department.
"Subcutaneous bruises and bleeding caused by soft tissue contusions generally take about two weeks to dissipate. If you take drugs that promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis, you will recover faster, but Ms. Mu needs to be careful when using drugs while breastfeeding, and she can only wait for the blood stasis to slow down. Dissipates slowly," the doctor explained in detail.
"It can't be taken internally, nor can it be used externally?" Wen Zhan remembered that the last time she injured her lower back, she could use external medicine.
"It also depends on the specific drug."
"Then please doctor, please prescribe something that can be used externally."
"good."
Mu Wanqing wanted to say no, but looking at Wen Zhan's uncomplaining expression, she knew it would be in vain.
Carrying a bunch of topical medicines and getting into the car, Wen Zhan made the final decision before the woman could say anything: "My sister will still need your care for the next few days. Come back with me."
"I--"
"Don't worry, I'm at home, no one can drive you away." Wen Zhan looked back at her, not giving her a chance to refuse.
Mu Wanqing was very troubled.
This is really not the life she wants, but her protests are ineffective.
On the way back, the car was quiet.
Wen Zhan was very busy. After answering the phone, he opened his business laptop and started working.
Mu Wanqing was secretly anxious thinking that her manuscript had been delayed for two days. Just as she was about to discuss with Wen Zhan whether he could let her go back, her cell phone rang.
Take it out and take a look, Ye Huan.
"Hey, Huanhuan..."
"Xiao Qing! I heard that Chen Haoyang was beaten in the detention center! He was seriously injured and was sent to the hospital!" Ye Huan shouted excitedly when the call came through.
Mu Wanqing was stunned when she heard this, "Who did you listen to?"
"A police comrade called me and said that Chen Haoyang was injured and hospitalized and asked his family members to send him some daily necessities."
Mu Wanqing asked curiously: "Then can you meet?"
"I don't know..." Ye Huan told the truth, "The police comrade only said to deliver things, but didn't say whether we could meet. I won't know until I go."
Mu Wanqing asked in surprise: "Did you really give it to him?"
"Send him away! Of course he has to send him away! I'm going to see how miserable he is! By the way, I urge him to sign the divorce agreement quickly!" Otherwise, it will be even more troublesome to wait for someone to send him to the cell and get a divorce.
Knowing what his best friend was worried about, Ye Huan comforted him: "Don't worry, he can't move while lying on the bed, and the police are watching, so he won't do anything to me."
"Okay, that's up to you."
After hanging up the phone, Mu Wanqing felt doubts in her mind.
There are prison guards patrolling the detention center, and suspects are managed very strictly. How could there be fights? And it was Chen Haoyang who was hit impartially?
She subconsciously turned her head to look at the man beside her, but stopped talking.
Wen Zhan stared at the computer, his long and clean fingers still flying on the keyboard. He didn't even look at her and asked, "What's wrong?"
