The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

Sister Wei personally prepared a bowl of ice yogurt and presented it to her grandmother.

Song Shengfu sat on the side eating and listening to the father and son talking.

"A pampered person who walks alone and is not envied is a mediocre person. Will the gazes of others stop you in your tracks?"

Xuan Ge'er shook his head and said, "I don't know, I just don't know how to get along with him."

Shen Xianli looked at this eight-year-old boy who was already showing signs of maturity and stability, and felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

Having lost their mother at a young age, both children are much more mature than other children of the same age.

"You have something in mind, why not tell me first."

Xuan Ge'er held his breath for a moment and slowly exhaled.

"If you are traveling with a genius, you should do your best to soar like an eagle. But if you are living with a sparrow, you should fold your wings and lower your ears to preserve your body."

The three of them looked at Xuan Ge'er, not expecting him to say such words.

Xuan Ge'er was a little nervous, wondering if he had said something wrong.

A warm hand touched his head. Xuan Ge'er looked up and saw that it was his father.

"Xuan'er is a genius, just let him soar."

Xuan Ge'er's eyebrows curved, he understood.

He doesn't have to worry, because he has his father, sister and maternal grandparents behind him.

There was a student in a private school who was known as a genius. He came from a poor family, but was admitted to the private school because of his talent because of the teacher.

Most of the students in this private school were children from powerful families. They were very dissatisfied with this student who was highly regarded by the teacher, and often bullied and beat him behind his back.

In their eyes, family background seems to be the key to measuring whether a person is outstanding. People who originally lived in the mud should not stand on the high ground.

Kang Ge'er once privately asked that person why he didn't tell the teacher about this.

What he got was a look of shaking his head and a wry smile from him. Telling him would only make his family worry, and they didn't have the capital to fight against those people, and in the end it would only implicate their family.

But he was only seven years old.

The title of child prodigy did not bring him blessings, but a seemingly endless round of bullying and humiliation.

His experience made Xuan Ge'er feel wary and resistant. When Xuan Ge'er saw him, he couldn't help but think of himself.

He was afraid that being too conspicuous would cause others to resent him. Even if it was difficult for him, he wouldn't think it was a big deal, but if it involved his family...

He was afraid that he would cause trouble for his family.

Xuan'er is young and this is the first time he has encountered such a thing. He has always followed his brother out and has never come into contact with such sinister human hearts.

When his brother was still alive, he would tell him these things.

But after his brother left, Xuan Ge'er kept all these things in his heart.

He didn't dare tell his sister, for fear that she would worry about him. He just wanted her to be happy.

My grandmother kept the worry deep in her heart because my brother had just passed away and her health had not yet recovered, and the thing she was worried about had not happened.

Since he was a child, Xuan Ge'er and his sister grew up in his maternal grandparents' home. In his heart, this is his second home.

He saw his brother resolutely go to the border alone to bring honor to the family, just to fight for a better future for the family. He understood that the family situation was not as good as it seemed on the surface.

"How can you be so secretive, kid?"

Song Shengfu felt a pang of sadness after hearing this. They say that children from poor families grow up early. Although her family wasn't extremely wealthy, they still pampered her children.

At an age when you should be carefree, you start to worry about adults.

"Grandma, please don't be upset with me. These are just my own fanciful thoughts."

Xuan Ge'er leaned against his grandmother and quickly explained.

Shen Xianli's eyes were dim, and he vaguely regretted whether it was the right decision to raise his two children in his maternal family for the sake of his official career.

He wanted to give his two children the strongest support, but neglected their growth process.

Song Shengfu took Xuan Ge'er's hand, looked at him seriously and asked, "Really? Tell grandma if they bullied you?"

Xuan Ge'er shook his head, but his grandmother was staring at him, so he trembled twice but still didn't say anything.

Sister Wei on the side was so anxious that she stood up, held his face and asked anxiously.

"Xuan'er, why didn't you tell me before? Are you trying to drive me crazy?"

The more anxious Sister Wei became, the more nervous Brother Xuan became, and he dared not speak anymore.

The one who doesn't say anything becomes even more anxious.

Sister Wei has already started. She pulled up Xuan Ge'er's sleeves, wanting to see if there were any scars on his body.

"Let me see if Xuan Ge'er is injured?"

Xuan'er was pulled by his sister, his face began to turn red, and he couldn't help but dodge and began to hide behind his grandmother.

He quickly dodged and threw himself into his father's arms.

“I haven’t been bullied!”

Sister Wei stomped her feet in anger. She had lost her composure just now. Now she reacted and took a deep breath before speaking softly.

"Xuan brother, please speak nicely."

Shen Xianli hugged Xuan Ge'er, looked into his eyes and said seriously: "Xuan Ge'er, we are a family, right? Family members should rely on each other and support each other."

Xuan Ge'er leaned in his father's arms with some attachment, his eyes lowered to look at his hands, his two fingers constantly entangled, reflecting his master's inner anxiety.

No one spoke, waiting quietly for his answer.

At this time, patience and listening are the best solutions.

It seemed like a long time had passed, but also like only a few breaths had passed before Xuan Ge'er spoke, his voice trembling slightly.

"They didn't bully me. They just often made fun of the Bo Mansion behind my back, laughed at my brother for overestimating his abilities, and said some bad things about me. They weren't like this at the beginning, but they changed after my brother left."

Maybe it hasn't changed, but it has been like this from the beginning.

"They rarely talk to me and seem to be deliberately distancing themselves from me. I don't know what to do."

Xuan Ge'er felt more and more aggrieved as he spoke. He buried his face in his father's shoulder and didn't dare to look at them.

He was afraid that it was because he was not good enough and failed to handle the matter well, causing his family to worry.

Xuan Ge'er felt extremely uncomfortable at this moment.

"Bullying! Blatant bullying!"

Song Shengfu slammed the table angrily. She never expected that school bullying would happen to her.

At the same time, she began to feel guilty. Among the three children, Xuan Ge'er has always been the least troublesome, so she paid much less attention to Xuan Ge'er than to Kang Ge'er and Wei Jie'er.

It’s not that she doesn’t care about Xuan’er, but objectively speaking, she cares about him the least among the three children.

Kang Ge'er, because of what happened in her previous life, she was most worried about him.

Sister Wei is a girl, so I always favor her more on weekdays.

But Xuan'er, who had always been a sensible person since childhood, rarely caused anyone to worry. For a long time, he had been somewhat neglected.