"You are also tired from flying. I will arrange a room for you to rest."
Manwen stood up calmly and said quietly.
"Pa"
Her father slapped her in the face...[
Manwen was beaten until his head went blank for a moment, his whole body was in a trance, and his ears were filled with buzzing noises...
"Is this the way you are talking to your father?!" Her father glared at her coldly, "Listen to me! You are about to add a grandson to the Li family. He will be the legitimate eldest son.
The eldest grandson! It’s not that little bastard’s turn!”
"That's right." Mother strongly agreed, "Manwen, you must give birth to a son as soon as possible, otherwise you will only hold the position of a young mistress and you will get nothing when you grow old."
"..."
Manwen still stood there, with a calm face and empty eyes looking at the ground.
"Look! Look!" The father turned his anger on the mother, "How did you train her in the first place? What's the difference between her and a wooden person?"
Manwen turned slightly sideways and stood in front of her mother.
Her father's fingers poked her body.
"Okay, okay, let's go and rest first." His mother stepped forward and hugged his arm, helping him to walk to the room next to him.
Looking at their backs, there is a vague hint of deep love between husband and wife...
But how much love is hidden in the intertwining of power and money? It should all be buried.
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Manwen touched her face and stepped up the stairs. When she raised her eyes, she saw Jon sitting on the top flight of stairs, holding his knees with his little hands, wearing clean and neat pajamas, with smooth bangs and half-full eyes.
He looked at her ignorantly and half distressed, his little mouth pursed tightly...
"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Manwen forced a smile.
"Does father really have a son?" Jon looked at her and asked, scratching his pajamas twice uneasily with his little hands, and asked weakly, "Will he never come again?"
"Do you love him?" Manwen asked.
"like."
"He doesn't come here a few times a year, but you still love him?"
"I love him very much."[
Manwen was shocked by the firmness on her daughter's face, and it took her a moment to come to her senses. She managed a smile and said, "Then you call him and ask him for it yourself, okay?"
Jon looked at her for a long time, as if he had made a lot of determination, and nodded heavily, "Okay."
Manwen brought her daughter back to the living room and dialed the number for her without setting up the hands-free setting.
…
Seeing her daughter holding the phone and waiting anxiously, Manwen's hand slowly grasped the pillow, her fingertips turned white, and she didn't even notice...
"Father."
Jon suddenly shouted excitedly, and then became quiet. After a few seconds, she looked at Manwen and said, "Father wants you to answer the phone."
"..."
Manwen sat stiffly and took the phone for a moment, only to hear Li Juexi's deep voice coming from inside, "If I explain to you sincerely, will I get the cold shoulder again?"
A somewhat tired voice.
"Li Juexi..."
"Forget it, I just like to look for you." Li Juexi laughed self-deprecatingly on the other end of the phone, and then said, "He is Lao San's son. My father adopted him to me."
The third son’s son? Adopted?
"Li Jue... Feng?"
Manwen was not familiar with the third young master who had been in China all year round.