All of Wen Qingcai’s words were choked in her throat.

She involuntarily recalled the nonsense Wen Yifeng used to persuade her last night after hearing about her anger.

Things like “he’s just acting, it’s all to gain Shaozhuo’s trust.”

Things like “other bosses can tolerate it, we shouldn’t be too serious…”

This made Wen Qingcai throw a small tantrum at him—not that she threw tantrums randomly, but this involved the child’s education worth 120 million!

How could someone like Wen Siheng, who was indulgent and completely contrary to their educational goals, teach Shaozhuo well? Thank goodness if he didn’t teach Shaozhuo worse!

But now?

Wen Yifeng’s words from last night popped up one after another in her mind.

Whatever anger or temper Wen Qingcai had, it all got stuck in the middle of her chest, unable to go up or down.

Wen Qingcai was very skeptical: “…Just because of such a small matter, Shaozhuo can relax his attitude towards you?”

“Wen Siheng” smiled faintly and responded to her: “Yes, Ms. Wen. In fact, I already had a communication with Young Master Wen through this matter last night. Young Master Wen is hard to approach, but the painting collection and our dispute last night were the keys.”

Wen Qingcai frowned: “Keys? …I respect your educational philosophy, but your method is really too, too…”

“Wen Siheng” spread his hands: “Ms. Wen, this is also a last resort. If I didn’t do this, would Young Master Wen’s attitude towards me be different from his attitude towards you and Mr. Wen?”

Wen Qingcai took in all of “Wen Siheng”‘s actions.

Very natural, very sincere, looking like he was really doing this seriously with a work attitude.

She remained silent for a long time, finally waving her hand aggrievedly, saying: “As long as you can show us results.”

…

Wen Shaozhuo woke up very early.

To avoid the family’s breakfast time, he would always set an alarm for 5:30, wake up early, and eat breakfast ahead of time under the pretext of getting up early, thereby avoiding meal times.

It was the same today.

He spread his homework on the desk, but his gaze and attention didn’t land on it at all.

He held the old painting collection in his hands, his attention quietly falling on the movement outside the bedroom.

When he finally heard Brother Ah Heng’s unique and energetic footsteps again, Wen Shaozhuo let out a long, quiet sigh of relief.

…Brother Ah Heng is fine!

He hugged the painting collection tightly nervously, went to the door, and quietly opened a crack. He peeked through the crack and saw his twin brother in the hallway.

There was no one else behind his twin brother. Seeing him through the crack, a sunny smile appeared on his face, and he took large strides, arriving at the door in two steps.

Seeing Wen Siheng about to greet him, Wen Shaozhuo immediately “shushed”, stepped aside to make way for Wen Siheng, and whispered: “Brother Ah Heng, come in first.”

Wen Siheng entered the bedroom strangely. Wen Shaozhuo closed the door tightly like a thief, pressed his ear against the door to listen for a while, relaxed a bit, then turned back and whispered to Wen Siheng: “Brother Ah Heng, sit.”

Wen Siheng looked at his actions curiously and asked: “Are you worried about being discovered by them? Oh, it doesn’t matter. I just coaxed Mom!”

Wen Shaozhuo hugged the painting collection tightly, fingers turning slightly white from force.

He forced a smile and said: “Brother Ah Heng, you are so amazing, but… it’s better not to let Dad and Mom know.”

Wen Siheng blinked slowly twice: “Alright. Since Ah Shao doesn’t want them to know, Brother will definitely keep the secret for you.”

He leaned his head over expectantly: “Quick, Ah Shao, you promised me yesterday, let me see your paintings!”

Wen Shaozhuo indeed promised.

But when it came time to actually share his painting collection, he couldn’t help feeling flustered.

He hugged the painting collection tightly, stammering: “Brother Ah Heng, I… I haven’t learned art, nor have I practiced specifically. Just… just drawing casually myself, so…”

His voice became smaller and smaller, head lower and lower.

Wen Shaozhuo: “Actually… actually my paintings are nothing good to look at. Brother Ah Heng, why don’t you… why don’t you…”

Wen Siheng raised his eyebrows high: “Don’t be nervous, Ah Shao. If I wanted to see impressive paintings, wouldn’t I just go to the art museum to see those masters’ paintings? How it’s painted doesn’t matter; I just want to see your paintings.”

Wen Shaozhuo felt Brother Ah Heng was really good with words sometimes.

Just like now.

Just want to see his paintings? …Even if he painted terribly, it didn’t matter?

Wen Shaozhuo was quiet for a while, finally mustering the courage to open his painting collection for Wen Siheng.

However, as soon as he opened it, Wen Shaozhuo’s face turned pale with despair—

Heavens, what was he drawing back then?!

On the first painting, oppressive and deep black covered the entire paper. Countless weird and twisted pale eyeballs grew faintly in this darkness.

Wen Shaozhuo looked terrible. He didn’t dare look up at Brother Ah Heng’s expression at all, didn’t even dare ask, flipping past this page in a panic.

However, the next painting wasn’t any better.

Blood-red colors dyed the whole picture. Countless dry bones reached out desperately from the blood-red pool, struggling hard to crawl out, but their lower halves were tightly sucked by the vortex of the blood pool.

…How could it be like this?

He, how did he draw so many meaningless and ugly paintings?!

Wen Shaozhuo panicked and continued flipping through the collection.

Page after page, he couldn’t pick out a single slightly normal painting that was presentable enough to show Brother Ah Heng!

Wen Shaozhuo’s hands quickly became cold and stiff, only inertia driving him to continue flipping backward anxiously.

Just then, a hand firmly pressed his hand on the painting collection.

Wen Siheng: “Ah Shao, why flip so fast? I haven’t even had time to look carefully.”

Brother Ah Heng’s voice was very peaceful, sounding no different from before.

As if… as if he hadn’t seen those ugly pictures just now.

But that, how was that possible?

Brother Ah Heng definitely… definitely saw them…

Wen Shaozhuo’s heart beat fast with panic. He lowered his head deeply, daring not look up at his twin brother’s expression at all.

But Wen Siheng didn’t care about that much.

He moved Wen Shaozhuo’s hand away from the picture, observing the currently opened painting carefully.

He exclaimed in surprise: “Ah Shao’s paintings are so distinctive! The emotions in the picture are very intense, and the colors used are so special. Ah Shao, you are so amazing!”

This painting was also dark-toned.

It was a gloomy mire forest. A dying little deer was swallowed by the mire for most of its body, leaving only one front leg trying hard to cling to the normal land above the mire.

It looked up high in despair and struggle, looking at a trace of light at the end of the forest path—that light was just a tiny “dot” of unknown reality, appearing so insignificant on the whole white paper, unable to contend with the pervasive darkness at all.

In Wen Shaozhuo’s view, this painting was also an extremely ugly thing.

But Brother Ah Heng whispered praise: “Look, Ah Shao, the story behind this painting looks so heavy… Would you like to share its story with me?”

Wen Shaozhuo was silent for a while, asking hoarsely: “But, Brother Ah Heng, don’t you… think this painting is ugly?”

Wen Siheng was extremely surprised: “Who said that? Ah Shao’s paintings are clearly very distinctive, very spiritual! Believe me, if someone says that about Ah Shao’s paintings, that person definitely doesn’t understand art, has no aesthetic cells at all!”

Wen Shaozhuo gave a short laugh.

The smile was very restrained and awkward, as if he hadn’t shown it to anyone for a long time.

Wen Shaozhuo said: “Brother Ah Heng, you are the first person to say this about me.”

Wen Siheng raised his eyebrows high, triumphant: “That means my taste is unparalleled in the world!”

Wen Shaozhuo couldn’t help laughing again.

This time, he even let out a soft “pff”, of course quickly covering his mouth due to embarrassment.

Wen Shaozhuo said softly: “You are right, Brother Ah Heng.”

…

Only two days passed. Wen Dad and Wen Mom discovered that their son, who had always been extremely autistic and completely uncommunicative, actually became familiar with “Wen Siheng”!

It wasn’t that they hadn’t tried finding peer friends for their son.

They invited many people home, even secretly paid to hire children of the same age to come play with Shaozhuo.

The result?

The result was their son acted like a mute, only saying two sentences to others from beginning to end: “Hello”, “Goodbye”, making them personally accompany other children to chat, as if they were the ones making friends!

They talked, they scolded.

But the son’s temperament was like engraved in the bone marrow; couldn’t change it no matter what.

Over time, they angrily gave up the idea, too lazy to do useless work.

But after Wen Siheng came?

…Their son actually learned to actively invite people into the bedroom to talk!

Wen Yifeng and Wen Qingcai pondered this matter privately.

Wen Yifeng mused: “Do you think this counts as cultivating communication skills for Shaozhuo? Still need Shaozhuo to have a biological brother.”

Wen Qingcai rolled her eyes: “What biological brother, he’s basically using the painting collection matter, plus the quarrel the night before last, to get close to Shaozhuo!”

Wen Yifeng understood: “Oh! Catering to his likes, and scolding the boss together!”

Wen Qingcai was somewhat dissatisfied: “But in my opinion, coaxing by catering to likes works, but isn’t this being more indulgent to Shaozhuo? Trying to reform Shaozhuo with this method, I see it’s risky!”

Wen Yifeng thought this was indeed worrying. Without a script in hand, spending this 120 million was simply nerve-wracking.

But this wasn’t the most important thing right now.

He reminded Wen Qingcai: “Tomorrow the Cheng family is coming to discuss a project. If the two of them make a joke at home and lose face, what to do? How about sending them somewhere?”

Wen Qingcai frowned: “Letting Shaozhuo out like this, are you assured?”

Wen Yifeng didn’t think it was a big deal: “Isn’t there Wen Siheng watching him? With someone watching, won’t end up in the hospital! …I heard that kid from the Cheng family has been promising these two years. Old Man Cheng started delegating power last year; I estimate their heir should be decided soon.”

Wen Qingcai was somewhat envious: “Really don’t know how the Cheng family teaches; everyone taught is so outstanding.”

She pondered: “But you have a point. In front of the Cheng family heir, we absolutely can’t let Shaozhuo make a joke. Just right, Shaozhuo hasn’t been to school for a while. Why not let Siheng take him to school to show his face tomorrow, and come back after we finish discussing the project.”

Wen Yifeng thought it reasonable: “Okay.”

They quickly reached a consensus.

…

Cheng Huanzhen had been somewhat absent-minded in both work and life since returning home these days.

After finishing work every day, he always spent a few hours on the road, running to Lin Chen’s house to water flowers.

Looking at the empty house, he couldn’t help poking Lin Chen on GreenChat, asking: “Uncle, when are you coming home?”

If Uncle didn’t reply for a day, he would ask again on the new day: “Uncle, when are you coming home?”

But Uncle seemed very busy recently.

Didn’t reply to his messages for three consecutive days.

Cheng Huanzhen stared at his three lonely questions on GreenChat, unable to sit still.

He immediately called his grandfather: “Grandfather, I looked at the draft project terms with the Wen family; some issues aren’t defined very clearly. I want to go to the Wen family tomorrow to re-examine the details of the terms with them.”