Chapter 677: Chapter 676: Don’t Like Big Brother_1 Chapter 677: Chapter 676: Don’t Like Big Brother_1 Just the thought of that cold, heartless man, genuflecting under the hem of her dress, got her blood racing with excitent.
Right, there was also that Jiang Nanfei.
At this thought, Lu Dongxin stamped her feet furiously.
How infuriating! Wasn’t he supposed to be ugly and unsophisticated? Why did he have the face of a charming fox spirit?
One day, she would scar that damn face.
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As soon as Tang Qian entered the living room, she sensed sothing wrong and turned to see her elder son was also ho.
“Wei Qin, when did you get ho?”
“This morning.” Wei Qin responded calmly as he always did, his voice soothing and pleasant like the sound of a babbling brook.
“Right after you left with Wei An in the morning, I ca back.”
Tang Qian frowned and hung her head, unable to et her elder son’s gaze.
Before Wei An was born, she had always treated Wei Qin exceptionally well. But his health had always been frail, causing her to live in a perpetual state of exhaustion watching over him in the hospital. Back then, their living conditions were much worse, and she and Fang Yi labored tirelessly in lower-level jobs.
No matter how much she invested, the doctor had insisted that Wei Qin would not survive into adulthood.
Eventually, she gave birth to the perfectly healthy Wei An, and gave him all her love and attention.
She was afraid of suffering, scared that one day Wei Qin would leave them. So, she dared not invest too much emotionally, thinking naively that a lesser investnt would spare her the pain of losing a child.
Fang Yi had criticized her multiple tis, but she never took it to heart. Eventually, they developed an odd dynamic where the father favored the elder son and the mother favored the younger son.
“Have you eaten? Should I make you sothing?” asked Tang Qian, in an attempt to placate her son.
Standing by her, Wei An adamantly held onto her, refusing to let go. “Mom, don’t go! If he’s hungry, he can ask the nanny to make him sothing. Why do you need to cook for him?”
Wei An had always been afraid of his elder brother, and he didn’t like him either.
Because as long as his brother lived, his father would never spoil him, and he would never be the sole object of attention at ho.
“How dare you!” Fang Yi bellowed, slamming a fist on the table. “You ingrate, kneel down now!”
Wei An jumped at the sudden outburst, hiding behind Tang Qian, and nervously protested, “I won’t kneel! Why should I kneel? Why must I kneel for you?”
Tang Qian was also unwilling to give in.
“What’s gotten into you, Fang Yi? Wei An just got bullied and picked upon outside, and now you’re harassing him at ho too?”
“Shut up!” This ti Fang Yi showed no regard for his wife and criticized her severely, “Look at how you’ve raised him, you’ve ruined a perfectly good child.”
“I…” Tang Qian felt utterly wronged, “What did I do? If I did sothing wrong, then you should tell , why just fly off the handle?”
“I have told you so many tis, have you been taking any of it to heart?” Fang Yi stood up, holding an object in his hand.
Tang Qian spotted it and jumped back, not having noticed it earlier because he was sitting.
That was the whip which Fang Yi had used when he was in the cavalry, one that had seen real action. Once she recognized what that was, she pulled Wei An into her arms and shielded him with her own body.
“Dad…you’re biased.” Wei An trembled in fear, “I hate you! I hate you.”
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