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“Sister, what’s wrong? Is there anything wrong with me taking care of Father?” Wei Qingwan dodged the question.
“Answer me directly. Since Father was brought home, have you been the one taking care of him the entire time?” Wei Ruo pressed.
“Of course not. How could I care for him as thoroughly as a physician? I wouldn’t dare take credit casually. Father’s recovery is largely thanks to Physician Cheng, I’ve only done my small part.” Wei Qingwan hurriedly explained.
“Impressive. You always manage to give such ambiguous answers,” Wei Ruo said, almost feeling like applauding her.
“Sister, what are you saying? I don’t understand.” Wei Qingwan bit her lip, her eyes filled with unease and fear.
Seeing this, Wei Yichen stepped forward and pulled Wei Ruo’s arm, separating her slightly from Wei Qingwan.
“Ruo’er, what are you doing? You’re scaring Wanwan!” Wei Yichen’s face darkened.
“I haven’t even touched her, and she’s already scared?” Wei Ruo sneered. “Look at her—she doesn’t dare say outright that she’s been the one taking care of Father these past few days, yet she still manages to make you believe she’s the one who’s been putting in all the effort, while I, the legitimate eldest daughter, only know how to run around outside!”
Wei Ruo’s attitude made Wei Yichen’s expression grow even darker, and Yun Shi’s face also turned gloomy.
Yun Shi reproached, “Ruo’er, how can you speak to your eldest brother like that? Can’t you talk properly? And your father is still here—he hasn’t recovered yet, and you’re upsetting him like this?”
“Then why can’t you speak to me properly? What was the meaning of slapping me the moment I came in?” Wei Ruo shot back.
As she spoke, her gaze fell once again on Wei Qingwan. Qingwan lowered her head, her eyes reddening, her body slightly shrinking in on itself, looking frightened.
“Ruo’er, if you have an issue, take it up with me. I’m the one disciplining you today, it has nothing to do with Wanwan. And stop disturbing Father’s rest here!” Wei Yichen said, reaching out to grab Wei Ruo’s arm, trying to pull her out of the room.
Wei Ruo refused. “Whether it has anything to do with her isn’t for you to decide. I’m just asking her to make it clear—who exactly has been taking care of Father these past few days, and for how long. Is such a simple question really that hard? Why go in circles to answer it? She may not have done much, but is there any need to make it seem like she’s suffered so much?”
Wei Qingwan bit her lower lip, her eyes welling with tears as she kept her head lowered, looking even more aggrieved.
She was indeed a little frightened by Wei Ruo’s sudden intensity. After Wei Yichen returned home and saw her busy, he showed her some concern and asked a few questions. She had only given vague answers about taking care of their father in order to leave a good impression on her eldest brother.
She hadn’t expected him to go directly to confront Wei Ruo—and even slap her.
What she hadn’t expected even more was that Wei Ruo would bring the matter straight to their father’s sickbed to seek justice.
Faced with such a situation, Wei Qingwan chose to remain silent.
Just then, Wei Yilin walked into the room.
A moment ago, Wei Yilin had accompanied Jing Hu to brew the medicine.
As soon as he entered, he sensed that the atmosphere in the room had dropped to freezing point.
Seeing Wei Yichen grabbing Wei Ruo, he rushed forward.
“Eldest Brother, what are you doing? Why are you pulling Eldest Sister?” Wei Yilin grabbed Wei Yichen’s hand with one hand while shielding Wei Ruo’s arm with the other.
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