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Wei Family Mansion.
After leaving the set, Xie Huaiyu stopped by the school to pick up his eldest son, Wei Yong. Just as their car pulled into the Wei family mansion, a black Bentley followed closely behind and parked right after them.
Wei Yong glanced back and asked his father, “Is that Uncle?”
Before Xie Huaiyu could respond, the Bentley’s door opened. Wei Xun stepped out with a dark expression on his face, then walked around to the other side to unbuckle little Wei Qian from his child seat and lift him out.
The driver also got out and headed to the trunk to take out the folded stroller. But before he could unfold it, Wei Xun was already striding toward the front door with Wei Qian in his arms, completely ignoring his brother-in-law and nephew ahead of him, his expression so grim it looked like someone had just robbed his whole family.
Wei Yong followed his father out of the car, staring at his uncle’s retreating back in confusion. “Is Uncle in a bad mood?”
“Who knows.” Xie Huaiyu took his son’s hand and chuckled helplessly. “It’s not just today.”
Over the years, Wei Xun’s temper had only gotten worse.
Out in public, he could still manage the image of a cool-headed, self-disciplined business elite. But at home, he was practically a nightmare—irritable to the point that it seemed like he was ready to blow up someone’s house at any given moment. Even the guard dog that Housekeeper Xue Yi raised tried to avoid him.
As Cao Ying once put it: he was the epitome of a “pure hatred warrior.”
But Xie Huaiyu felt that phrase still didn’t quite capture him. Wei Xun was more like a “pure hatred overlord”—he looked down on everyone equally and hated all people with fairness. If anyone crossed him, they were doomed.
Who knew which unlucky soul provoked this young master today?
Housekeeper Xue Yi and the babysitter Xiang Wan, who cared for Wei Qian, had the same question. When Wei Xun walked in with Wei Qian, Xiang Wan quickly stepped forward to take the child. He did hand Wei Qian to her gently, but for some reason, he seemed to glare at her on his way out.
Xiang Wan: “???”
Before she could even process what happened, the young master had changed his shoes and stormed upstairs with a gloomy face.
Staring blankly at his back, Xiang Wan turned to ask Xue Yi, “Did he just glare at me?”
Xue Yi nodded. “Mm, he did.”
Xiang Wan was even more confused. “Why? I didn’t even do anything to him today!”
At that moment, Xie Huaiyu came in with Wei Yong and overheard her. He turned to Xue Yi and asked, “What’s up with him?”
Xue Yi recalled Wei Xun’s expression earlier and said, “He’s angry, probably.”
Xie Huaiyu frowned. “Why?”
Xue Yi sighed. “No idea. He took Wei Qian to the hospital this afternoon. He seemed fine when he left, but when he came back, he looked like that.”
Xie Huaiyu began to ponder. Meanwhile, Xiang Wan started to feel anxious. She looked panicked. “Could it be because I didn’t go with them to the hospital? But he clearly told me not to follow.”
“He told you not to go?” Xie Huaiyu caught the key point. Seeing her nod like a bobblehead, he raised an eyebrow and suddenly smiled. “I get it now.”
Xiang Wan looked at him in confusion. He just smiled meaningfully and said, “If it was after the hospital visit that he got like this, then someone at the hospital must’ve pissed him off.”
Xiang Wan: “???”
Who in their right mind would have the guts to provoke the pure hatred overlord?
Xue Yi also seemed to think of something. A sweet, delicate face popped into her mind. Linking that to the young master’s ruffled demeanor, she couldn’t help but smile.
She said nothing more and headed to the kitchen. “I’ll go check on the soup.”
Xie Huaiyu took Wei Qian from Xiang Wan. Holding his younger son in one arm and leading his older son with the other, the three of them walked to the playroom together.
Only Xiang Wan remained, standing there completely baffled.
So seriously—why did the young master glare at her??
–
Third Floor.
Wei Xun didn’t return to his room right away. Instead, he went out onto the terrace and sat in a lounge chair.
It was almost sunset, and the evening sky was lit up with vivid orange hues. From the terrace, he had a full view of the sky, now painted in brilliant, eye-catching tones like an oil painting. But Wei Xun had no mood to enjoy it.
Slumped in the chair, he tossed his phone onto the side table and closed his eyes. In his mind, all he could see was Que Wanshu’s serious expression—and the unpleasant words she had said.
“I hope next time, Wei Qian will be brought by either your sister or brother-in-law. Also, the nanny should come too.”
What the hell did that even mean?
The sister and brother-in-law part, he could sort of understand. But the nanny? She’d rather see the nanny than him, his actual uncle?
Damn it. He was actually ranked lower than the nanny now.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He suddenly opened his eyes, full of murderous intent. If Que Wanshu were in front of him right now, he’d probably strangle her on the spot.
Furious with nowhere to vent, his gaze drifted to the phone on the side table. He immediately sat up and grabbed it, trying to find her number so he could call and cuss her out.
But then he remembered—after she sent that damned breakup text, she’d blocked all his contact info.
Even when he changed numbers, it didn’t help. She’d block every new one instantly. She was brutal in her decisiveness.
Eventually, she even changed her own number.
The thought darkened Wei Xun’s face even further. His eyes grew cold, and fury coursed through every vein. He was so tense a vein bulged on his forehead.
In frustration, his fingers stabbed randomly at the phone screen, and he accidentally opened the recording from the therapy session. Somehow, he dragged the progress bar to the 10-minute-25-second mark.
Out of reflex, he hit play. The next moment, Que Wanshu’s voice came through the speaker—
“Wei Xun.”
“…”
Wei Xun froze. His ballooning rage instantly deflated.
A few seconds later, he dragged the recording back to 10:25 and pressed play again.
“Wei Xun.”
Again.
“Wei Xun.”
Again.
“Wei Xun.”
Again…
He repeated this same motion a dozen times, then suddenly laughed at himself in disbelief. He turned off the screen and slumped back in the chair, blankly staring at the darkening sky.
After a while, he stood up with the phone in hand and headed for the study.
–
Wei Jin returned just in time for dinner.
She had recently taken over as Vice Chair of Zeyue Group. Their father, wanting to train her, handed over many internal affairs for her to manage. She’d been so busy lately, her feet barely touched the ground.
She only made it home at this hour because she managed to push back a business dinner.
When she walked in, the family was just about to eat. Her husband and sons were already at the table. Seeing her return, they looked at her with sparkling eyes. She couldn’t help but lean over to kiss each one, until Xue Yi scolded her and sent her to wash her hands.
“Where’s Wei Xun?” she asked when she returned, not seeing her unlucky little brother. “That guy isn’t back yet?”
“He’s upstairs,” Xue Yi replied, glancing toward the staircase. “We called him several times, but he didn’t answer.”
Upon hearing this, Wei Jin immediately headed toward the stairs. “I’ll go call him.”
After reaching the third floor, she looked around but couldn’t find any sign of Wei Xun. She finally stopped in front of the only locked study room on that floor.
She knocked on the door for quite a while—until her hand nearly bruised—before the door finally opened. Wei Xun stood behind it with an impatient expression and said, “What?”
“Calling you for dinner.” Wei Jin glanced at the headset hanging around his neck and frowned. “What were you doing in your room? Aunt Xue called you several times and you didn’t respond.”
Wei Xun removed his headset and casually tossed it onto the cabinet by the door. “I just didn’t hear her.”
He followed his sister downstairs. Halfway down, Wei Jin suddenly turned to scrutinize him with suspicion. “Why are you dressed so flashy? Are you going out later?”
Before Wei Xun could respond, she leaned in and sniffed him, then raised her eyebrows in surprise. “You’re even wearing perfume? Who are you going to meet?”
Wei Xun’s expression darkened. “Get away from me.”
Taking a long stride, he quickly overtook his sister and descended the stairs, his retreating back clearly showing the flustered air of someone whose secret had just been exposed.
Actually, Wei Xun’s outfit wasn’t over-the-top today, but it had a refined touch. Every detail—from head to toe—seemed meticulously coordinated, and even his hair appeared carefully styled.
Considering her brother had always been a bit vain, Wei Jin didn’t think much of it. She only thought that the kid was getting more and more rude—telling his dear sister to get lost.
She decided she would have to properly teach this guy a lesson another day.
Recently, Father and Mother Wei happened to be on a business trip in the U.S., so only Wei Jin’s family and Wei Xun were at the dinner table.
Wei Jin and Xie Huaiyu sat together, with their son Wei Qian between them in a child’s seat. Wei Xun sat beside his older nephew, Wei Yong.
People often say nephews resemble their uncles, and this was especially true for Wei Xun and Wei Yong. Not only did they look like they came from the same mold, but even their personalities shared certain similarities.
At this moment, the uncle and nephew sat together, both quietly poking at their rice with chopsticks. Even their low-spirited expressions were eerily synchronized, leaving Wei Jin and Xie Huaiyu—who sat opposite them—completely confused.
Wei Xun being like this was expected; he was never quite normal. But what was going on with Wei Yong?
Wei Jin looked at her son and asked with concern, “Dasheng, what’s wrong? Did something happen at school today?”
Wei Yong raised his head and gave her a resentful glance. “Don’t call me Dasheng.”
That nickname had been given by Wei Jin when he was born—tiny, wrinkled, and constantly fussing in the womb like a little monkey, hence the name.
However, as he grew older and his features refined into a princely charm, he no longer resembled a monkey. In fact, he looked like a little prince. Like his uncle, he was vain and cared about appearances. When he was younger, he loved introducing himself as “Wei Dasheng,” but after learning about Journey to the West at age six, he started hating the name. Every time someone called him that, he would try to correct them—and sometimes even cry—insisting he didn’t look like a monkey.
All the older relatives in the Wei family were now too scared to call him that, only doing so in private. Wei Jin was the only one who occasionally slipped up.
After receiving her son’s resentful gaze, she quickly corrected herself. “Xiaoyong, did something happen at school today?”
Wei Yong finally looked away and sighed dramatically, resting his chin on his hand. “Two girls got into a fight at school today.”
“A fight?” Wei Jin frowned. Could it be her son got caught in the crossfire?
She wasn’t far off. Wei Yong had been caught in the middle—but not in the way she expected.
Wei Yong sighed again and dropped a bombshell: “Then the one who lost suddenly kissed me.”
Wei Jin: “?????”
Xie Huaiyu: “Cough—cough cough cough!”
Wei Jin was stunned. “She kissed you? Why?”
Xie Huaiyu also asked, “Why were they fighting?”
“During art class today, the teacher said we had to pair up. They both wanted to be my partner, so they started fighting.” Wei Yong sighed again. “But I don’t know why that girl kissed me.”
Wei Jin and Xie Huaiyu looked at each other in disbelief.
So those two girls were fighting over Wei Yong? They already knew their eldest son was quite popular, but to have two girls fighting over him…
Should they say their son was a heartbreaker? Or were kids just growing up way too fast these days?
His one sentence caused an uproar—but unlike his parents’ exaggerated reactions, his uncle remained calm.
Wei Xun glanced at his nephew. “Was the one who kissed you someone you liked?”
Wei Yong shook his head. “No.”
Wei Xun’s expression turned serious. “Then did you hit her back?”
Wei Yong shook his head again.
Wei Xun clicked his tongue and said sternly, “Next time, remember to hit back. If someone kisses you without permission, hit them.”
Wei Yong looked like he half-understood, then asked, “What if it’s someone I like?”
Wei Xun raised a brow. “Then kiss them back.”
Wei Jin: “…Hey! Don’t teach him weird things!”
Wei Xun took a sip of water and replied matter-of-factly, “I’m teaching him how to protect himself. Out in the world, it’s not just girls—boys need to know how to protect themselves too.”
When he was Wei Yong’s age, he looked very similar—handsome and refined like a little prince. But his temper had been way worse than Wei Yong’s. If someone messed with him, he would punch them. His fists reigned supreme in elementary school, and none of the kids dared to provoke the “demon king.”
Wei Jin knew what her brother had been like as a child. So even though what he said did make sense, hearing it from his mouth just made it sound wrong.
She was speechless—but Wei Yong seemed to completely agree, nodding repeatedly next to his uncle.
Wei Jin couldn’t help but laugh. “Why are you nodding like that? Do you even understand what your uncle’s saying?”
Wei Yong nodded again and said seriously, “Uncle means, when you’re outside, don’t let others take advantage of you. But also don’t take advantage of others. Otherwise, you won’t be able to get a girlfriend.”
Wei Xun: “…”
That wasn’t exactly what he meant… but close enough.
Even Xie Huaiyu couldn’t help but laugh. Looking at his precocious son, he asked teasingly, “Girlfriend? Do you know what a girlfriend is?”
“Of course. Before Mom and Dad got married, Mom was Dad’s girlfriend,” Wei Yong explained, nodding sagely. “After they got married, she became his wife.”
Wei Jin and Xie Huaiyu were both surprised. They didn’t expect him to understand it so well.
Seven-year-old Wei Yong was clearly far smarter and more insightful than they gave him credit for. His mind held many truths of childhood—and many curious questions about the world.
For example:
“But why can’t Uncle ever find a girlfriend? Is it because he doesn’t want one?”
Wei Xun: “…”
Innocent words from a child… but they sure hit hard.