The baby slapped me, and I said, "Sit on my lap and slap me."

On Monday morning, when Wen Zhaoyue came downstairs, Wen Tingyun and Wen Yan were already sitting at the dining table waiting for her.

When Wen Yan saw her, she immediately stood up and smiled sweetly, "Good morning, sister."

Wen Zhaoyue didn't even lift her eyelids, sat down directly, picked up a sandwich and took a big bite, as if the two people next to her were invisible.

Wen Tingyun chuckled and pushed the hot milk beside him over, "Wenwen, don't just eat sandwiches, drink some hot milk."

Wen Zhaoyue raised her head and glared at him fiercely, "You already have a new son, why are you going to fawn over him?"

After saying that, she casually tossed the sandwich aside, grabbed her schoolbag, and walked out.

Wen Yan quickly put down the food in his hand, swallowed what was in his mouth in a few bites, and hurriedly got up to chase after him.

"Father, I'm going to school with my sister."

Wen Tingyun watched the two figures leave one after the other, nodded slightly, and said, "Go."

As soon as Wen Zhaoyue got into the car, she quickly reached out to close the door. She didn't want to ride in the same car as that brother of unknown origin.

Old Deng says it's adoption, but who knows if it's just a cover-up?

Besides, she didn't want to share Old Deng's love with anyone else, even though she didn't care about that love at all.

Just as the car door was about to close, a hand suddenly blocked it from the outside, and a muffled groan came from outside the car.

Upon seeing this, Butler Lin immediately stepped forward and grabbed the car door. "Young Master, should we call a doctor to take a look?"

Wen Yan shook his head, his face pale. "It's nothing, just a minor injury."

After saying that, he silently got into the car, sat down next to Wen Zhaoyue, and whispered with a pale face, "Sister."

Wen Zhaoyue turned her back to him, refusing to look at him, but a strange sense of guilt rose in her heart.

This person is so stupid, blocking the door with their hand. Don't they know they can use the car handle?

He was in so much pain and he still acted tough. He deserved it.

The car slowly drove out of the villa.

Wen Zhaoyue glanced over out of the corner of her eye and saw that Wen Yan was still covering his hand, which made her feel even more guilty.

She bit her lip and hesitated for a while before quietly taking out her phone and sending a message to Butler Lin in the passenger seat.

[Take him to see the school doctor first, then let him register.]

After posting it, she realized something was off and quickly added another message: "This petty, stingy behavior is just an eyesore."

Butler Lin glanced down at his phone, then subtly looked at her through the rearview mirror, a slight smile playing on his lips, and nodded.

The car drove into the school and parked in front of the teaching building.

Wen Zhaoyue turned to look at him, put on what she thought was a fierce expression, and spoke to Wen Yan.

"You, go to the school clinic with Butler Lin. Don't follow me. When you go into the classroom, don't talk to me, and don't try to get on my good side."

She paused, then emphasized each word, "I hate you, do you hear me?"

Wen Yan lowered his eyes, and something flashed across them so quickly that it was impossible to catch it.

He responded softly, his tone full of disappointment, "I understand, sister."

"Don't call me 'sister'!"

"Okay... okay, Wen."

Wen Zhaoyue nodded in satisfaction, jumped out of the car, and walked towards the teaching building without looking back.

In a corner where she couldn't see, Wen Yan slowly raised his head, watching her receding figure, a smile on his lips that was completely out of character for his age.

He looked down at his slightly swollen and red hand and gently moved his fingers.

He had suffered much more serious injuries during his years in the orphanage, so this little injury was nothing.

However, if it can soften my sister's heart, then this injury is worth it.

In Class 1-3A, Wen Zhaoyue slumped on the table, utterly dejected. The image of the hand blocking the car door and that pale little face kept flashing through her mind.

I'm so annoying.

Jiang Shubai leaned closer and poked her arm with his pen. "Miss Wen, what mischief did you get up to last night? Did your father scold you?"

Wen Zhaoyue rolled her eyes at him, "If you don't talk, no one will think you're stupid."

Jiang Shubai, on the contrary, became interested and leaned closer with a grin, "Tell me, let me hear what's interesting."

Wen Zhaoyue was extremely annoyed. She reached out and grabbed Jiang Shubai's ear, gritting her teeth.

"You're getting cocky, aren't you? If you owe me any more, I'll have Wen Yu beat you to death."

Wen Yu, sitting in the back seat, slowly raised his head and glanced at the person in the back. "I won't hit them. I'm afraid this stupidity will be contagious."

Wen Zhaoyue nodded seriously and withdrew her hand. "Ayu is right."

Jiang Shubai was trembling with anger, pointing his finger back and forth between the two of them, "You two, you two—"

"What?" Wen Zhaoyue raised an eyebrow.

Jiang Shubai struggled for a long time but couldn't utter a single word. Finally, he turned away angrily, muttering something under his breath.

The school bell rang, and the homeroom teacher led a thin, small boy into the classroom.

"Classmates, we have a new student joining us today."

The homeroom teacher introduced with a smile, "This is Wen Yan. He will be studying with everyone from now on. Please get along well with him."

Wen Yan stood on the podium and bowed to everyone, looking both obedient and reserved.

Jiang Shubai chewed on the pen tip and whispered in Wen Zhaoyue's ear.

"So thin and weak, was he abused growing up? No, that can't be right. Our Shenghua is an elite school; everyone who can get in is either rich or noble."

His eyes darted around, and he leaned closer. "Wenwen, you share the same surname as me, are you related?"

Wen Zhaoyue bristled and almost jumped off her chair.

"Your relative! Your relative! He's not my relative at all, I don't know him!"

Jiang Shubai was startled and quickly waved his hand.

"Yes, yes, being related to the eldest daughter of the Wen family isn't easy. So whose child is he? Your family is the only one with the surname Wen in northern Beijing."

"Whatever, it's none of my business!"

Wen Zhaoyue angrily pulled out the book and flipped the page hard.

She didn't know him at all; Old Deng only had her as a child.

On the podium, Wen Yan calmly scanned the entire class, his gaze lingering on Jiang Shubai for a moment.

My sister has such a good friend.

He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a shadow beneath them, concealing all his thoughts. To others, he appeared shy and timid.

I need to find a way to get my sister's attention to me.

As he was making plans, his gaze inadvertently met Wen Yu's eyes in the back seat.

Wen Yu raised an eyebrow and gave him a meaningful look.

Wen Yan's obedient expression remained unchanged, and he even lowered his head somewhat timidly.

Wen Yu glanced at it for two seconds, then casually looked away and continued looking down at his comics.

The homeroom teacher looked at Wen Yan respectfully and said, "Wen Yan, where would you like to sit? I can help you find a seat."

Wen Yan looked up, gave a sweet smile, and pointed to the corner of the classroom.

"Teacher, I'll sit there."

The homeroom teacher frowned, seemingly thinking the spot was too out of the way, but still agreed.

"Okay, if you need any help later, please let the teacher know."

Wen Yan carried her schoolbag to the corner and sat down in a seat where no one was paying attention.

The morning classes passed quickly, and the classroom was bustling with activity during the break, with children chasing and playing, their laughter and screams echoing throughout.

Only Wen Yan sat quietly in the corner reading, his back ramrod straight, his whole being abruptly separated from the surrounding noise.

Wen Zhaoyue couldn't help but glance at him sideways.

Just then, a ray of sunlight slanted in through the window and fell on his thin body.

He was looking down as he flipped through the book, which made him appear even thinner and weaker, as if a gust of wind could blow him over.

A slight doubt arose in Wen Zhaoyue's heart.

Isn't he Wen Tingyun's illegitimate son? How come he's living such a miserable life? Even the old man didn't seem to care much for him.

She knew it; Old Deng loved her the most. Hmph! <(￣ˇ￣)/

Wen Yan seemed to notice her gaze, and looked up at her with a sweet smile.

The smile was clean and pure, with a hint of cautious ingratiation.

Wen Zhaoyue hurriedly turned her head, pretending that she had unconsciously tilted her head.

For the sake of Old Deng's love for her, and for the sake of the fact that his hand got caught in his hand this morning.

She's not going to bother him for now.

...For now.

In the corner, Wen Yan lowered his head again and turned the pages of the book, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, the curve was very shallow and light.

His sister's reaction was exactly what he had expected.

He may have a fierce mouth, but he's incredibly soft-hearted.

He learned a lesson while he was in the orphanage.

In this world, the louder the bark, the less likely it is to actually bite. What is truly terrifying are those that remain silent and unassuming.

His sister, on the other hand, clearly belongs to the former category.

It's okay.

He has plenty of time, patience, and methods.