A. Bai Yueguang Said Nothing And Just Cried For The Substitute B. Chapter 8

Chapter 8: How Thoughtful

Wēn Sòng never gave Wēn Xǔ’s malicious words the slightest attention.

The other party was an Omega spoiled by his family.

His behavior and speech were entirely those of a pampered young master who had never experienced the harsh realities of society.

Wēn Sòng saw no need to argue with him.

Firstly, he was too lazy; secondly, he genuinely didn’t want to become a true member of the Wēn family.

The most crucial point was that while he didn’t want to cause trouble in the Wēn family, it didn’t mean he was easily bullied. Fortunately, Wēn Xǔ, aside from having a nasty mouth, wouldn’t resort to framing or malicious acts behind his back.

“Where is Grandpa?” Wēn Sòng asked.

Though Wēn Xǔ didn’t offer a pleasant expression, he still extended his noble hand to point toward the study upstairs.

“Second floor.”

Wēn Sòng nodded, said “Thank you,” and stepped onto the stairs.

Wēn Xǔ, who had been consistently sarcastic and irritable: “…”

He had suffered another defeat.

Why was it that he could never gain the slightest advantage over Wēn Sòng?

Wēn Sòng went upstairs and stood before the closed door of the study.

“Knock knock—”

He reached out and tapped lightly, paused, and then spoke: “Grandpa, it’s me, Wēn Sòng.”

After a moment, an aged but strong voice came from inside.

“Come in.”

Wēn Sòng pressed the doorknob, pushed the door open, entered, and closed it behind him.

The study’s decor leaned toward a Chinese style. Passing through a screen, he saw the Wēn patriarch sitting at his desk, wearing reading glasses and reviewing company documents. Behind him was a wall full of books, and to his right were potted plants.

“Xiǎo Sòng, you’re back,” the Wēn patriarch said gently, setting down his documents.

Wēn Sòng walked to the tea table and, with practiced movements, went through the tea brewing process. He poured a cup, walked over to the desk, placed the teacup by the Wēn patriarch’s hand, and respectfully said, “Yes, Grandpa. It’s the weekend today.”

“You should rest properly, old man. Company matters can be handled by Eldest Brother.”

“Eldest Brother” referred to his uncle’s son, who was five years his senior and currently managed the Wēn Group.

The Wēn patriarch removed his reading glasses and set them aside. He picked up the teacup, took a small sip, and showed a satisfied expression upon tasting it.

Hearing Wēn Sòng’s words, he sighed, “Although the eldest is currently managing all affairs in the company, I still don’t dare hand over many important matters directly to him. He needs more experience and tempering.”

The Wēn Group was a family business, and he was hesitant to easily entrust it to the younger generation.

Furthermore, there were many branch families within the clan, and everyone harbored their own intentions. It remained to be seen who was truly dedicated to the company’s welfare. Having navigated the business world for so many years, the old man understood that profit was often fragile when faced with certain blood ties.

Many people were self-serving.

The Wēn patriarch believed that being “for oneself” wasn’t wrong, but if it meant neglecting the family’s interests, they couldn’t be trusted with the big picture.

Among all the younger generation, the only one he truly favored was Wēn Xǔ.

Wēn Sòng was second.

Wēn Xǔ seemed spoiled, but he was intelligent, and his character would gradually mature after experiencing the grind of society.

“But Grandpa, your health is what matters,” Wēn Sòng said.

The main reason he disliked the Wēn family was his aversion to Wēn Chéngfēng, his cheap father, who had “abandoned his wife and son.” That man had encountered the young Chén Yìyuè in the countryside, seduced her, marked her, and had a child out of wedlock, only to vanish without a trace afterward.

In the end, Ms. Chén grew despondent and passed away when Wēn Sòng was five, due to the inability to cleanse the marking.

Wēn Sòng grew up with his maternal grandmother and harbored extreme disgust for Wēn Chéngfēng.

After the Wēn patriarch learned of his existence, he repeatedly tried to bring him back into the Wēn family. His grandmother forbade it, and Wēn Sòng himself was unwilling to come to Suicheng, a place he found unfamiliar and deeply repulsive.

Unfortunately—

His grandmother fell ill.

He needed money.

The Wēn family treated him reasonably well. Wēn Sòng knew that half of this kindness was compensation driven by guilt, and the other half was because he had become involved with Zhào Míngzhuó shortly after arriving in Suicheng. The Wēn family didn’t want to offend Zhengrong Group, which was why they acted this way.

Wēn Sòng was no longer a naive young man who would become utterly devoted just for a little show of affection.

He had grown up over the years.

He knew that in Suicheng’s so-called high society, relationships between people were saturated with the struggle for profit.

The Wēn patriarch smiled warmly and said, “Good child.”

He then noticed a patch on Wēn Sòng’s nape and asked with concern, “What happened to your neck?”

Wēn Sòng reached up and touched it. “It’s nothing, Grandpa. I’ve been working too long these past few days, and it’s a bit sore.”

The Wēn patriarch said, “You’ve worked hard. I’ll have Auntie Yáng make your favorite dishes for dinner. Why don’t you stay here tonight? Your room is cleaned every day.”

“Regarding your grandmother, there’s something I want to discuss with you.”

The refusal that was on the tip of Wēn Sòng’s tongue was swallowed back down. He lowered his eyes. “Alright, Grandpa.”

Wēn Sòng finished chatting with the Wēn patriarch and played a game of Go before leaving the study.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped out, he ran into Wēn Chéngfēng coming up the stairs.

The man was forty-five this year, entering middle age, yet his features looked relatively young. His Alpha physique was quite robust, and he kept fit. He wore a simple shirt and tie, with his suit jacket draped casually over his arm, carrying a briefcase—exuding maturity.

Sensing someone exiting the study, Wēn Chéngfēng looked up and saw it was Wēn Sòng.

Wēn Sòng frowned upon seeing Wēn Chéngfēng, not bothering to greet him, and simply walked past him toward the stairs.

Wēn Chéngfēng, who was accustomed to being respected and relied upon outside, and who possessed a strong Alpha Aggression, could not tolerate this slight. He put on a stern face and called out, “Stop right there.”

Wēn Xǔ, sitting on the sofa playing with his phone, was used to this and didn’t even bother to lift his head.

Wēn Sòng stopped, his expression cold. “Mr. Wēn, is there something you need?”

Stunned by the formal address “Mr. Wēn,” Wēn Chéngfēng was momentarily speechless. He then spoke sternly and sharply, “Don’t you greet your elders when you see them at home?”

Wēn Sòng was expressionless. “Was it just for this trivial matter?”

Wēn Chéngfēng frowned. “Don’t tell me your mother—”

Wēn Sòng’s eyes instantly changed, his face turning frosty. He stared at the man, unafraid, and said, “What are you trying to say?”

Despite being a Beta without Pheromones, Wēn Chéngfēng was momentarily shaken by the junior’s gaze. It was as if Wēn Sòng would not hesitate to fight him if he uttered one negative word about Chén Yìyuè.

He was completely different from the usually docile Wēn Sòng who often ignored him.

Wēn Sòng suppressed the anger that was about to burst out and sneered, “Mr. Wēn, do you feel no guilt when you mention my mother? If I were you, I wouldn’t sleep well for the rest of my life, considering her fate was entirely your doing.”

Wēn Chéngfēng: “I—”

Wēn Sòng couldn’t be bothered to listen, cutting him off directly. “Apologies, I don’t have time to reminisce about your past crimes.”

“You can repent on your own.”

With that, he walked down the stairs without looking back.

Wēn Chéngfēng stood on the landing, watching Wēn Sòng’s retreating back, furious but unsure how to curse him.

Finally, he just muttered angrily: “That little brat! He’s completely out of control!”

Wēn Sòng was long immune to such insults. Growing up, he had been called “bastard,” “child without a father,” and other vile names countless times. A mere “little brat” did nothing to disturb his stable emotions.

Coming from his biological father, it meant nothing at all.

Wēn Xǔ, curled up on the sofa, watched Wēn Sòng leave the living room to water the flowers in the front yard. He pouted, lowered his eyes, and continued playing on his phone.

Wēn Sòng argued with Wēn Chéngfēng every time he came to the Wēn house; he was long accustomed to it. They were related by blood but couldn’t stand each other.

One felt the illegitimate child was a stain on his history;

The other resented him for causing his mother’s death.

If the Wēn patriarch hadn’t insisted on Wēn Sòng Acknowledging Ancestry, the two would never have had any interaction.

Evening.

During dinner, with the Wēn patriarch present, no one dared to say anything nasty or offensive, despite the strange atmosphere.

Wēn Sòng ate his meal quietly.

At this point, the Wēn patriarch spoke, “Xiǎo Xǔ, there’s an auction in a few days. Take your brother along.”

Though Wēn Xǔ was extremely reluctant, he couldn’t disobey the patriarch, so he had to agree.

“Yes, Grandpa.”

Wēn Sòng lowered his eyes and echoed, “Yes, Grandpa.”

The others dared not defy the patriarch and remained silent, offering no opinions.

After the meal concluded, Wēn Sòng did not linger in the living room and went straight back to his room.

His room at the Wēn house was cleaned by servants daily.

He only needed to take a shower and change into pajamas before lying down to rest.

The strenuous activity of the previous night had consumed too much energy, leaving his entire body sore. Having to maintain his composure all day, he was utterly exhausted, feeling as though his own back didn’t belong to him.

To use an internet phrase—he felt “like a ribbon fish that died three months ago.”

After showering, Wēn Sòng intended to toss the clothes he had just taken off into the laundry hamper.

As he picked them up, a box fell directly out of a pocket onto the floor.

Wēn Sòng bent down to pick it up and examine what the medicine was.

—Contraceptive pills.

Medicine itself carries some toxicity, but with rapid societal development, expensive, side-effect-free contraceptives have gradually appeared on the market. Betas are not as fragile as Omegas, and taking medication poses almost no harm to them.

Besides, it was only that one time.

“How thoughtful,” Wēn Sòng murmured.

It saved him the trouble of buying them.

He popped out a pill, walked to the desk, unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, and swallowed the pill with a drink. He wrapped the remaining pills in tissue and tossed them directly into the trash. He would never need them again, so there was no need to keep them as backup.