The sickly boss always wants to get close to her

General Wei's father also died in battle, which means he was a loyal man with only one son for three generations. Until now, there are only Madam Wei, Chu Bainiao, and Wei Shubai left in the huge general's mansion.

Today is Wei Shubai's first time going to Chenglin Academy for class. Old Madam Wei and Chu Bainiao both went out to see him off.

Little Wei Shubai, wearing a green robe with bamboo patterns, stood obediently at the door, "Grandma, mother, I'm going to class. Don't worry, I will listen carefully to the teacher's lecture."

Madam Wei stood at the front in a gentle and dignified manner, "Go ahead, your mother and I will wait for you at home."

Wei Shubai got on the carriage with the servant. The wheels of the carriage gradually went away. Madam Wei sighed. Chu Bainiao hurried forward to support her. Madam Wei held her hand and patted her, "You have worked hard too."

The general's family is full of very nice people. Chu Bainiao smiled and replied, "It won't be hard for my daughter-in-law."

Old Madam Wei frowned slightly, as if she was a little worried. The two of them parted ways when they reached the fork in the corridor. Chu Bainiao went to the front hall to look at the account books of the mansion, while Old Madam Wei took the servants back to their residence.

The school at Chenglinyuan ends at 3:00 p.m., which would be around 3:00 p.m. in the modern world. Wei Shubai should be home around 4:00 p.m.

Chu Bainiao went to pick someone up on time, but there were two carriages parked at the door. In addition to the Wei family's carriage, there was another carriage inlaid with gems and gold ornaments, which looked particularly magnificent.

Chu Bainiu didn't even need to guess, she knew it was Wen Huai.

Although the senior brother is young in this world, he seems to like her very much.

As expected, after Wei Shubai stepped on the stool and got off the carriage, Wen Huai followed closely behind him. This guy didn't even sit in his own carriage.

Wei Shubai walked over with Wen Huai, looking a little depressed, "Mom."

Wen Huai pretended to bow, his fair face smiled, revealing two dimples, "Wen Huai greets Madam Wei."

Chu Bai Niao patted the little kid's head soothingly and said with a smile, "Young Master Wen, there's no need to be so polite."

Wen Huai looked at her with his big round eyes without blinking, "Mrs. Wei, can I play with Wei Shubai?"

Chu Bai Niao lowered his head and glanced at the little bean. After seeing the little bean nodded, he responded, "Of course, Mr. Wen, please come in."

Wen Huai walked briskly on the other side of Chu Bainiao. He glanced at Wei Shubai, then looked at him again, and looked at him again after a while. Wei Shubai could hardly bear it.

As soon as Chu Bainiao left, he asked, "Why are you always looking at me?"

Wen Huai was no longer so obedient in front of Chu Bai Niao. He said bluntly: "Why don't you hold Madam Wei's hand and walk away?"

"Why should I hold my mother's hand and walk?" Wei Shubai asked back.

Wen Huai can't say that it's because I want to hold your mother's hand and walk away, and I feel embarrassed if you don't hold my hand, right?

Wen Huaizhu was full of arrogance and said, "We all have to hold our mother's hands when we go. Didn't you hold your mother's hand when you were at the frontier before?"

Wei Shubai was frightened. He was stunned for several seconds before he retorted, "I also walked holding my mother's hand, but I just didn't want to hold her hand today."

Wen Huai saw that they had reached their destination and said in a good mood, "Okay, then you have to hold your mother's hand next time."

Wei Shubai closed his mouth in a depressed mood. He always felt like he was tricked by Wen Huai, but he couldn't put it into words.

Chu Bainiao took the two children to a pavilion with a nice view, told them to play by themselves, and left. At this time, there were only two children and a servant standing beside them.

Wen Huai waved his hand and asked the book boy to take out the homework assigned by the teacher today, and sat on the stone bench, "Hey, Wei Shubai, hurry up and do your homework. This young master came to the general's mansion especially for you."

Wei Shubai's servant also laid out the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone. Classes were not just classes, they also had homework to do. Wei Shubai arrived a little late and fell behind a lot. What the teacher said was so incomprehensible that he didn't even recognize many of the characters.

In fact, to be honest, he is just learning some characters and memorizing some simple articles now, but General Wei never cares about his son's culture.

Just today, Wei Shubai was ridiculed and bullied because he couldn't read, and it was Wen Huai who helped him out. So when Wen Huai suggested going to the General's Mansion to teach him how to read, Wei Shubai didn't feel comfortable enough to refuse.

Wei Shubai looked at Wen Huai who had already picked up the pen and started writing, and asked in a daze, "Wen Huai, can you recognize and write characters?"

"I know all of them. It's very simple." Wen Huai raised the corners of his lips, revealing a rather complacent smile. His delicate and pretty face with this little expression was so adorable that it made people dizzy.

"Wei Shubai," Wen Huai called out again, "If there's anything you don't know, I can teach you, but the prerequisite is that you have to promise me that you will bring me back to the general's mansion to play with you every day."

Wei Shubai glared at him speechlessly and angrily. He felt that Wen Huai looked like a good person, but he always felt that he was a sly and had something up his sleeve.

Even if we take a step back, why does he come to the general's mansion every day?

After watching Wen Huai write a few long words with great enthusiasm, Wei Shubai still lowered his head.

Chu Bainiao came to the pavilion carrying freshly baked pastries. She was slightly stunned when she saw the two people doing their homework in an orderly manner.

"Mrs. Wei!" Wen Huai called out happily, causing Wei Shubai to glare at him angrily again.

Pretending to show his handwriting unintentionally, Wen Huai thought that Madam Wei would be amazed and say, "How can you write so well at the age of five?" Just like everyone else.

Wen Huai just thought about it and felt as if he was soaked in honey.

My heart feels sweet.

Chu Bai Niao saw his senior brother's obvious attempt to be praised, and then looked into his bright and shining eyes. He felt his breath choke for a moment. His senior brother was really so cute that he wanted to kiss him...

She looked at Wei Shubai and saw that Wei Shubai's handwriting was only fairly neat.

She sincerely praised her senior brother: "Is this the handwriting of Master Wen? It's really great!"

Wen Huai was so excited that his face turned red to the base of his neck.

Chu Bai Niao glanced at her personal maid, who quickly placed the snacks on the table. She walked behind the silent little boy and smiled at her little senior brother, "These are the snacks that have just come out of the oven in the kitchen. Would you like to try them, Young Master Wen?"

Wen Huai nodded, shyly picked up a piece, put it in his mouth and took a bite.

Wei Shubai, who was feeling wronged, felt his hand being held by another soft big hand. Chu Bainiao supported him from behind, and a gentle but powerful voice sounded above his head, "This is not how you write words. Mother will teach you."

Chu Bainiao held the little boy's hand and wrote a word on the paper. The strokes were round and vigorous. "Each word has its own structure. It looks complicated, but when you break it down, it's very simple."

After helping Wei Shubai write a few more words, she let go of the little hand and patted the little boy's cheek gently. "It's okay. Practice slowly. One day, our Shubai will be able to write as well as Young Master Wen."

Wei Shubai responded heavily, full of energy.

Wen Huai stared blankly at the words on the paper. He felt that the pastry in his hand was not fragrant at all. He also wanted to be taught how to write by Mrs. Wei!

Why can Wei Shubai...

Even if we take a step back, couldn't Mrs. Wei be him...?

She can't be his mother, his mother treated him very well, and she can't be his aunt either. He feels that his father is not worthy of Madam Wei. Even if we take a step back, what good can Madam Wei do for him?

Wen Huai thought pitifully.