WT Chapter 3

Chapter 3 Cat Food, and no one will love him anymore.

Chapter 3 Cat Food, and no one will love him anymore.

The weather was clear from early morning, and Wen Shixi drove back to the Jiang Family Main Residence.

The Jiang Family Main Residence is located in the mountain forest of the suburbs, built on the mountain, and is a magnificent Chinese-style mansion.

The antique architectural features demonstrate the Jiang family’s status in the city, and the strict family style that has remained unchanged for many years makes people daunting.

As he approached, Wen Shixi saw that the entrance of the old house was full of cars of various colors, blocking the mountain road.

The Jiang family has a large business and involves all walks of life in Linggang, and in many cases, it can be called the top of the industry.

Although Rong Yalan died unexpectedly in a neighboring city, so many days have passed, the aristocratic families that have cooperated with Jiang should have received the news and came together.

Wen Shixi drove slowly in the driveway, and in the eyes of the guests waiting to enter, drove straight into the basement of the residence.

Compared with the past, the garage is also slightly crowded, it can be seen that many Jiang family members have come today, and perhaps they have all arrived.

Wen Shixi parked the car and took the elevator to the inner courtyard.

The old house in the forest, which has always been quiet, is particularly noisy today.

Wen Shixi was wearing a black trench coat, with a very formal black suit underneath, and well-fitting black gloves wrapped his ten fingers, looking particularly solemn.

The black suit outlined his figure, and with the autumn wind, he seemed even thinner.

He walked alone through the crowd, and then, near the corner of the main hall, he met a familiar figure.

Not far from him, a person was standing in a deserted corner, quietly smoking under the eaves.

The man was nearly fifty years old, his face was covered with traces of time, but he was well-maintained for many years, and he did not look old at all, and his temperament was gentle and elegant.

Wen Shixi stopped, but it was a little late, and he saw the man slowly turn his head and saw his figure.

The hand holding the cigarette paused slightly, and soon returned to his mouth as usual.

Wen Shixi stood for a while, and then he stepped to the man not far in front of him.

The smell of smoke became clearer as he approached, mixed with the smell of plants in the courtyard, with a pungent burnt smell.

“Father.” Wen Shixi lowered his eyes and said, “Good morning.”

Wen Eryun’s voice was low, with a hoarse voice smoked by tobacco: “Hmm.”

Wen Shixi: “Where’s Dad?”

“He’s resting at home.” Looking closer, Wen Eryun’s eyes were dark, which showed that he had been very hardworking recently: “Your dad’s condition has been very bad recently, no matter what happens to you, don’t contact him.”

Wen Shixi’s eyebrows moved slightly, thinking that his father’s words were unnecessary.

He would not contact them anyway, because Wen Shixi knew very well that he was not considered their child at all.

More than twenty years ago, Jiang Yan, the beloved omega youngest son of the Jiang family, became pregnant soon after holding a wedding of the century with his beloved alpha.

However, the child died of illness before the full moon after birth, and Jiang Yan could not bear the blow, and the whole person gradually became crazy, and many psychiatrists did not improve.

At that time, someone suggested that the Jiang family could adopt a child to replace the dead baby and help Jiang Yan recover his health.

Jiang Yan was young and was one of the best pianists in China.

Wen Shixi was selected in the orphanage, naturally because his hands were more flexible than other children, and he had an extraordinary sense of sound.

The Jiang family determined that Wen Shixi would definitely become the second infinitely glorious pianist by Jiang Yan’s side, replacing the dead child and becoming Jiang Yan’s recognized “son”.

Since being adopted, Wen Shixi came to Jiang Yan’s side and began to practice the piano day and night.

Soon, compared with his peers, the young Wen Shixi was already outstanding enough.

However, those uncontrollable anxiety emotions made Jiang Yan unable to accept any wrong notes between Wen Shixi’s fingers.

Every time Wen Shixi made a mistake, it would inevitably stimulate Jiang Yan’s morbid nerves and usher in a terrible collapse.

In the end, Jiang Yan’s mental illness became more and more serious, and the father and son even met each other.

At that time, because Jiang Yan could not accept Wen Shixi, Wen Shixi could not continue to stay with them.

The Jiang family could not throw the adopted child back to the orphanage again because of the face of the aristocratic family. Under no one’s care, he was sent to the main residence and thrown to the managing uncle of the entire family, living a life of dependence.

In the many years spent in the old house, Wen Shixi has experienced many things.

There are many happy memories, but also desperate experiences.

Among them, the only thing that has not changed is that he has been playing the piano.

After that, he entered the music academy, graduated smoothly, and grew step by step into today’s youth.

Under the eaves, Wen Shixi raised his head and looked at his father in front of him.

“I know, you should also take care of your health.”

Wen Shixi knew that Wen Eryun had no feelings for him, and their relationship was just a social interaction to cope with the scene.

After Wen Eryun explained the only thing he could say to Wen Shixi, he flicked the ashes of his cigarette, and said with extreme alienation: “Go see your aunt.”

In the words of eviction, Wen Shixi nodded slightly to his father and obediently stepped away.

For the two of them, even embarrassment seemed unnecessary.

It was early autumn, and the osmanthus flowers in the courtyard were dotted among the green leaves, and the fragrance was rich and charming.

Wen Shixi walked under the flower gallery, and belatedly knew why his father would let him leave so quickly.

Although he was wearing a pheromone suppression collar/inhibitor ring, the pheromone belonging to Cheng Xuan on his body was very strong, and should have been noticed by his father.

Dad has been ill for many years, and his father has always been with him.

His father, who regarded love as life, did not like Wen Shixi’s attitude towards temporary marking.

But without these marking, Wen Shixi would be in pain.

In the case that no one would feel sorry for him, Wen Shixi felt that he should feel sorry for himself.

In the slanting sunlight, the shadows of the trees were reflected on the walls of the main house, and Wen Shixi walked all the way to the main hall, passing by many people.

After many years, returning to the old house again, Wen Shixi felt a little dazed.

He knew that all the visitors in the old house today should have come to mourn Rong Yalan, but he passed many people and overheard the gossip in the crowd, without any sad tone.

Everyone present today is only concerned about one thing in unison.

That is, after Rong Yalan’s death, will his uncle, who is already old and extremely mediocre, choose another omega to remarry.

Wen Shixi came all the way to the main hall, and after completing the mourning according to the rules, he finally took a look at Rong Yalan’s portrait.

Rong Yalan looks gentle, and as a female omega, she is very humble and is a rare dignified.

The only son under the uncle, Jiang Quanyu, the designated successor of the Jiang family, was born to the uncle’s previous ex-wife, and has been staying abroad for many years and has not returned.

So at this time, in the entire main hall, no one would cry for Rong Yalan.

The impression of his aunt has long been blurred, Wen Shixi can only remember that in some cases, Rong Yalan would come to interrupt his piano practice and urge him to rest earlier.

Maybe the two were also close, but the time has passed too long, and the memory is like a past that is both blurred and impossible to explore, and it has long been unable to return any temperature.

But because he couldn’t remember, Wen Shixi felt that his displeasure at this time was extremely inexplicable.

He felt the stuffiness in his chest, along with the name of the person he had just thought of, and gradually felt a little nauseous and a little stomachache.

Wen Shixi frowned and thought quietly.

How long has he not eaten?

It seems that since yesterday afternoon, because he was too focused on practicing the piano, and Cheng Xuan arrived later, he had not had time to eat.

Wen Shixi walked through the crowd, trying to find a quiet place to stay for a while.

He slowly walked out of the main hall and walked towards the small courtyard where he lived when he was a child.

The entire Jiang family’s old house covers a large area. In addition to the garden connected to the main hall, there are several small courtyards on both sides, which are usually used for living and entertaining guests.

The servants in the old house recognized Wen Shixi’s face. He walked all the way unhindered and walked towards the small courtyard where he lived when he was a child.

The inner house area refused visitors to go, he walked quieter and quieter, and finally stayed away from the hustle and bustle.

At the entrance of the small courtyard, Wen Shixi stepped into the courtyard, trying to find a place to sit for a while.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into the courtyard gate, he suddenly looked at a furry round face in the courtyard.

Standing in the courtyard was a beautiful, noble, and a little cute ragdoll cat, which was Rong Yalan’s cat.

Wen Shixi stood there, staring at the cat for a long time, and seeing the ragdoll cat walking slowly to him.

The furry ragdoll cat was dirty, and gently rubbed against his trouser legs.

In the intimate rubbing, Wen Shixi knew that the cat should still remember him.

Wen Shixi also remembered that Rong Yalan used to treasure this cat very much, and would never let it run out of the door, for fear of losing it.

But as soon as Rong Yalan died, those servants seemed to have completely forgotten about this, and let it run around in the courtyard.

In the breeze, the cat rubbed against Wen Shixi’s feet, and then sat down beside his feet unceremoniously.

Reflecting the sunlight, Wen Shixi raised his head slightly.

Then, he put one hand into his trench coat pocket and took out a…can of cat food from it.

Before long, in the quiet small courtyard, Wen Shixi was sitting on a wooden chair, with an open can at his feet, and the greedy ragdoll cat was eating deliciously.

In the licking sound, Wen Shixi’s eyebrows moved slightly, and he remembered a childhood event, and finally found the reason for his unhappiness.

As a person of no value, since coming to this old house, Rong Yalan gave him his first “cat food”.

He and the uncle’s family had dinner at the same table for the first time, and he was cautious and didn’t even dare to pick up vegetables.

His stomach was rumbling with hunger in the middle of the night, Rong Yalan had noticed it earlier, and sent him a small cake that Jiang Quanyu didn’t like.

The phone made a short vibration, Wen Shixi took out his phone, it was a message from Cheng Xuan.

“I’m on the plane, Shixi, take care of yourself.”

Wen Shixi sat still for a while looking at the screen, without replying.

As the vision zoomed, his gaze turned from the phone screen all the way to the ragdoll cat at his feet.

He looked at the furry cat’s head, and suddenly felt a little bad, and said in a mean, soft voice.

“Eat more, Rong Yalan is dead, no one will love you anymore in the future.”

And no one will love him anymore.

The autumn wind was a little bleak, gently blowing through the courtyard.

Inadvertently, Wen Shixi raised his head and looked at the small building next to him.

Looking up, he remembered an extremely familiar face.

That was his nominal brother, the only person in this old house who doted on him.

Wen Shixi still remembered that after Jiang Quanyu was appointed by Jiang as the successor, he no longer lived with his father and stepmother in the small courtyard, but moved to the main building and lived with his grandfather.

But except for the days when he had to accompany his grandfather to eat vegetarian meals, every night, Jiang Quanyu would let the servants prepare specially and accompany him to have dinner in the small courtyard.

Childhood memories are constantly yellowing with time, blurred so that nothing remains, but it seems very clear, with persistent pain and itching.

Unconsciously, Wen Shixi raised his hand and gently touched the back of his neck.

The bleeding and ulcerated tooth marks of that year had long healed. Under the top treatment, in addition to the pheromone imbalance disorder that could not find the cause, there was not even a trace of scar left.

Soon after, the peaceful time of one person and one cat was disturbed by the servants who came.

The servant stood anxiously at the entrance of the small courtyard, and when he saw Wen Shixi, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Finally found you, Young Master Shixi.”

Wen Shixi sat motionless on the bench, tilted his head slightly, and asked in confusion, “Looking for me?”

Servant: “Mr. Jiang Lian wants you to go to the council room behind the main hall. He has something to say to you.”

Wen Shixi frowned slightly when he heard the words.

Uncle?

On such a day, why would uncle look for him?

Wen Shixi followed the servant back to the main hall and came to the council room behind the main hall.

The council room was filled with a faint fragrance of tea, and the sound insulation was very good. As soon as the door was closed, it blocked many sounds outside the door.

In the room, in addition to Jiang Lian, there was also a middle-aged man of the same age as Jiang Lian.

The two were sitting next to the coffee table, drinking tea together.

As a relative with no blood relationship, Jiang Lian didn’t even want Wen Shixi to call him uncle, and only allowed Wen Shixi to call him uncle politely.

But today, Jiang Lian unusually squeezed out a kind and amiable smile, and greeted Wen Shixi to sit next to the coffee table.

In the fragrant tea, Wen Shixi looked puzzled, sat down, looked at the cup in front of him, and looked at the uncle opposite.

And…the middle-aged man he didn’t know diagonally across.

During the eye contact, the man’s eyes were undisguised, looking up and down at Wen Shixi, and then seemed very satisfied, revealing a bit of a smile.

Wen Shixi felt that the gaze was both cold and sticky, full of uneasy gaze.

At this time, Jiang Lian picked up the teapot and took the initiative to fill the teacup in front of Wen Shixi.

The Jiang family has a strict family style, and Wen Shixi was stunned subconsciously when he saw the elders pouring tea.

But it was too late to stop him, Jiang Lian quickly poured the tea, and put on that amiable look again, and said to him.

“Xiao Xi, this is the best Longjing tea from West Lake, try it.”