Quick Wear: Give the Resentful Man a Home

The dinner officially began, and just as everyone was paying attention to Duan Wu,

A tall, thin, and somewhat shy young man walked in from outside the door pushing a wheelchair.

It was the first time that Xie Shirong became the focus of attention, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

He looked at the rose in his hand and took a deep breath.

He wants to be a rose.

"Go to the middle table."

Duan Wu calmly gave instructions to the somewhat nervous people behind him. Upon hearing his voice, Xie Shirong obviously felt much better.

Facing everyone's gazes, he walked through the crowd with his head held high. Many people were whispering and guessing about the young man's identity.

It was just a distance of twenty meters, but Xie Shirong felt like he had walked a century.

He envied Duan Wu's strong inner core. Just looking into his eyes would bring him peace.

"Sit next to me."

Duan Wu knocked on the seat next to him, motioning for him to sit down.

……

"Where's Xie Shirong? The banquet is about to begin, so don't let him enter in the middle. Our Duan family can't afford to lose this person."

"He has been unruly since he was a child. Call him."

"Brother Zhen, Brother Zhen, wait a minute."

Duan Minzhu thought she was dazzled, so she wiped her vision that was blocked by her long eyelashes and patted Xie Zhen excitedly.

"Look who's next to Master Wu!"

The father and son followed the direction of the finger.

"Shi Rong?"

"Xie Shirong!?"

Duan Minzhu excitedly walked through the crowd and sat down next to Xie Shirong.

When Xie Shirong saw this woman who had been confirmed to be his biological mother through three medical examinations, his smile disappeared.

"Shi Rong, you are so rude, how can you sit in this position?"

In the eyes of everyone, they just thought that it was an elegant mother educating her child to be a polite gentleman.

Xie Shirong was angry but couldn't vent his anger. He hid his hands under the tablecloth and tightly grasped the flower branch.

A fierce look flashed across Duan Wuwu's eyes, and the atmosphere around them instantly turned cold.

"Minzhu." The name sounded much more intimate, but the tone was even colder.

"It's a good time."

Duan Minzhu wanted to confirm whether Duan Wu remembered the wrong person, but the probability was very small.

Shirong is good, what a strange word.

Since the twins were born until now, Shi Yu has always been their pride, and he can hear envious praise from others wherever he goes.

And what about Xie Shirong?

They are either rude and impolite, or dull and slow, not pleasing to others, and have nothing to show for themselves.

What did she hear?

The appearance is good.

Duan Minzhu wanted to tell Duan Wu that she had a better son named Xie Shiyu.

If Shi Rong is good, then Yu is perfect.

……

Xie Shiyu didn't know what went wrong. Was it because he didn't play the piano well, or was Xie Shirong really that lucky?

Watching Duan Wu intimately picking up food for him, the veins on his hand holding the chopsticks were almost popping out.

This was not the case at all in his dream.

He should win Duan Wu's favor, and his parents would let the good-for-nothing Xie Shirong be their foil.

With Duan Wu's recommendation, he will become the closed disciple of the international chief master and become famous both at home and abroad.

……

"Master Wu, I'm full."

Xie Shirong whispered something to Duan Wu.

What should I do if my elders like to feed me too much?

He had to eat the food that Duan Wu picked up, but he really couldn't do it anymore.

"Is the food not to your liking?"

"no no"

Xie Shirong was stunned.

"You're so big, but you only eat this little. No wonder you're so skinny."

Xie Shirong was somewhat touched. Even people who met him for the first time could see that his health condition was very poor.

His parents, who lived with him day and night, didn't notice it at all.

Fortunately, he had long since given up counting on the pitiful feelings of the Xie couple and their brothers.

The long dining table was filled with blood relatives of the Duan family, and some of them who knew Xie Shirong couldn't help whispering.

"Is there something wrong with this child? He is too thin."

"Shi Rong has had some issues since he was a child. He probably has poor health."

This is the image of Xie Shirong in the eyes of his relatives and friends for the past twenty years: uncultured, in poor health, and mentally handicapped.

Everyone thought he was not a normal person, and no one cared why he had been ill for twenty-two years.

Just when everyone was sighing at Xie Shirong's good luck, he somehow caught the eye of Master Wu.

The next second, Duan Wu took off the bracelet blessed by the master from his wrist and motioned him to stretch out his hand.

Xie Shirong was not sure if he had misunderstood, so he stretched out his left hand tentatively.

The beads, still carrying body temperature, were a little thick for his slender wrist, and were wrapped in the scent of wood, which Xie Shirong could not name.

"This is agarwood. It can not only wake up the mind and help sleep, but also invigorate the spleen and stomach. I couldn't eat before, and I think it's helpful."

Xie Shirong felt that everyone at the table was looking at him.

This time, he was unexpectedly no longer panicked. Holding the gift from Duan Wu on his wrist, he felt what confidence meant for the first time.

Is this what it feels like to have someone’s backing?

Xie Shirong felt sad. Only then did he realize that Xie Shiyu's life was so happy.

He has never felt it, so he doesn't envy it.

Now he knows.

Feeling that he couldn't speak, Xie Shirong suppressed his emotions.

"Thank you, Master Wu. I will eat well."

Duan Wu nodded, "Eating is important."

……

Duan Minzhu had so many things to ask Xie Shirong, but she finally waited until the end of the banquet.

Walking out of the Duan family manor, Xie Shiyu took the lead and grabbed Xie Shirong's sleeve.

"Brother, what did you talk about with Master Wu today? Can you tell me?"

Xie Shiyu's beautiful and innocent eyes expressed curiosity. Only Xie Shirong knew what kind of devil in angel's clothing this was.

"We didn't talk about anything. He asked me if I was Xie Shirong, and I said yes. He said he got to know me through chatting with you guys."

Xie Shirong had already learned how to answer in the fastest way to calm the family down, but this time, Xie Shiyu was not satisfied with such a flattering response.

"Brother, you know that the person I admire most is my uncle. Tell me, how can I make him treat me as well as he treats you?"

Xie Shirong was silent, not knowing how to answer.

He would not let Duan Wu have any good feelings towards Xie Shiyu. As long as he thought of the man who cared about him, he would be captured by Xie Shiyu's charm like everyone else.

It was as if a huge hand was grabbing him and he couldn't breathe.

If he hadn't felt it, he could care less.

But now, he would not give Xie Shiyu any chance to get close to Duan Wu.

"Brother, why don't you say anything? Master Wu likes you so much, you must have a way."

Xie Shiyu gave the couple a pitiful look, with endless malice hidden under his clear pupils.

Duan Minzhu couldn't bear to see Xie Shirong looking so dead, so she reached out and slapped him twice.

"You're silent again. Your brother was asking you a question. We were talking for so long, how come you forgot it?"

Feeling the chill coming from Xie Shirong, Duan Minzhu slapped him on the head.

"Are you jealous of your brother? I have warned you so many times that you are brothers and Shi Yu is good, but you don't even have this kind of heart. I have taught you for so many years in vain. You don't have the temperament of our Duan and Xie families at all."

Xie Shirong tensed up and tried not to think about it, fearing that he would not be able to resist taking action after seeing Duan Minzhu's face.

"Brother, this bracelet is so beautiful, can you give it to me?"