Quick Wear: Plan to Save the Unrequited Boss

Wen Ling and Wen Qi lived on the fifth floor, and after climbing the stairs, beads of sweat appeared on their foreheads.

The first semester of senior year had only just begun half a month ago, and the weather in the north was still very hot in September. Wen Ling threw her schoolbag on the sofa and opened Wen Qi's door without knocking. The cool air that hit her face made her close her eyes comfortably.

"Hey, A Ling is here. Looking for A Qi?"

Liang Fan, who was standing at the door, was about to speak to go out. Wen Ling vaguely noticed that he stuffed something into his pocket, which seemed to be money.

Grandpa Liang's health has been getting worse, but the old man is unwilling to go to the hospital to save money. Liang Fan is worried because he is busy with his studies and relies on loans to go to school. He has no choice but to ask Wen Qi for money.

Because it was to treat Grandpa Liang's illness, Wen Qi had never been stingy. But sometimes, after the weak get used to being protected by the strong, they always take it for granted. Liang Fan no longer felt as embarrassed as he did the first time when borrowing money.

The only time Wen Qi refused to give was when he simply couldn't afford it. It was when Grandpa Liang passed away, and Liang Fan and Wen Qi fell out. Having lost his sister, Wen Qi felt guilty and miserable for not being able to raise money for Grandpa Liang in time. And no one saw this.

Liang Fan did not let Wen Qi attend Grandpa Liang's funeral. That day, in order to raise money, Wen Qi practiced boxing with others until his face was bruised and swollen. Only Aunt Li poured a bowl of hot soup and cut some braised dishes to treat him.

"Child, you should always look forward. Fanzi just couldn't turn that corner. It's not your fault that your Grandpa Liang fell. Aunt Li also knows that you tried your best."

That was the first time since Wen Ling's death that Wen Qi showed his vulnerable side. The tears mixed with the bowl of hot soup warmed his stomach, but could not warm his heart.

After Wen Qi died, he left all his money to Aunt Li. There was no more warmth in this world worth cherishing. Only that bowl of hot soup and the kindness of helping his sister would stay with him until his death.

Liang Fan hurriedly left the room with the money he had just borrowed, and did not notice anything unusual on Wen Ling's face.

Wen Ling approached and saw Wen Qi sitting on a gaming chair, his fingers clacking at the keyboard. He was wearing headphones, so Wen Ling guessed that he didn't hear her come in.

Looking at the fruit platter on the small table beside her, Wen Ling hugged Wen Qi and sat on his bed. The pure black sheets made Wen Ling's slender white legs look even whiter.

Wen Qi sat on the chair, wearing a simple black T-shirt, black shorts, and black earrings. He had thick eyebrows, thin lips, and a cold demeanor that made him seem menacing.

Normally, the children in the corridor would lower their voices a few degrees when they saw Wen Qi talking.

"No, no, I'm offline."

The cold, clear words conveyed a refusal. Wen Qi removed her headphones and smoothed her messy hair. Turning around, she saw Wen Ling, her cheeks bulging from eating watermelon. She snatched a piece of watermelon from her hand and stuffed it into her mouth.

"Why are you here?"

Wen Qi's eyes were a little cold. The two of them had never understood each other since they were young. He snatched her watermelon and didn't give her a good look. He was probably angry that she came here alone.

Ever since that incident in their freshman year of high school, Wen Qi never let Wen Ling come here alone again.

Wen Ling ignored his question, "Brother Liang Fan is asking you to borrow money again?"

The look of dissatisfaction on the fair and tender cheeks was too obvious, causing Wen Qi to curl the corners of his lips and tap Wen Ling's forehead lightly with his bent fingers.

"You little heartless thing, your Grandpa Liang treats you badly? Are you still bothering with the money he spent on his medical treatment?"

Wen Ling glared at him and raised her hand to press the spot on her forehead where he had hit her.

"How could I possibly care about spending money on Grandpa Liang's treatment? What I care about is the way Brother Liang Fan always takes it for granted when he asks you to borrow money. Saying it's a loan is no different from asking for it."

The more he spoke, the angrier he became. "Why does he do that?"

"I borrowed my money, not yours. Why are you so angry?"

Wen Ling blushed, "Wen Qi! I'm just standing up for you. Besides, you and I are family, so your money isn't mine anymore."

Wen Qi, sitting on the gaming chair, bent his long legs, leaned close to Wen Ling and pinched her soft cheeks.

"You're being disrespectful and calling me brother."

Wen Ling raised her hand and slapped his big hand away, crossing her arms, "Don't shout. Who told you to speak for outsiders?"

The more she spoke, the angrier she became. She was clearly speaking up for him, but he didn't appreciate it. When Wen Qi's spoiled temper came out, her nose felt a little sore.

Wen Qi was left in tears and laughter by Wen Ling's words. When had he ever spoken for an outsider?

She raised her hand and held the child's head, smoothing his fur. The close distance allowed Wen Ling to immediately smell the scent of the same shower gel on the other person as she did.

"in a bad mood today?"

"No."

Wen Ling retorted.

Wen Qi raised his eyebrows, it sounded like he was just being stubborn.

Wen Ling curled her lips. He was always so sensitive to her emotions. Wen Qi had been with her growing up all these years, and suddenly she knew that he would lose so much in the future, and be betrayed by the person she loved so much, her heart was filled with grief.

In three seconds, Wen Ling fell into Wen Qi's broad arms. Wen Qi hugged her and looked down at her dark head.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lost my temper with you."

Wen Qi's lips curled up slightly, and he rubbed her smooth hair on the back of her head with his big hands and continued to smooth it.

"Little A-Ling is not at fault. It's brother who is at fault. Little A-Ling was talking to brother about something, but brother's attitude was not right."

"As long as you know."

He became arrogant again in a second.

Wen Qi laughed out loud.

"Then let's go. Brother will go home and make something delicious for unhappy little A Ling to recharge her batteries."

Wen Ling looked up at him in dissatisfaction, "Just call me by my name, why do you have to add a small character? And I've told you many times not to add that character, but you always add it."

The voice of accusation was sonorous and powerful.

Wen Qi narrowed his eyes and pinched her face again.

"Brother, I work hard every day to earn money for you, buy you beautiful little dresses, and work tirelessly to wash your clothes and cook for you. Little A Ling can't tolerate this little habit of addressing you?"

"No."

Very loud. He rubbed his pinched cheek in dissatisfaction.

"Don't rub my face anymore. I'll give you a hundred next time."

Wen Ling said as she got off the bed and skipped towards the door.

"Brother, hurry up, I'm hungry."

Wen Qi clicked his tongue lightly, knowing that the little brat who was bullying him wouldn't even come back to complain when he got unhappy outside.

I took out my cell phone and sent a message, and the urging voice outside came in again.

"Brother, what are you hesitating about? I'm dying of heat."

"I understand, ancestor."

He put away his phone, stretched lazily, then stood up and walked out.