The Boss Lost His Memory and Only Remembers Me

Attention-Seeking Illnesses

Just as Su Yun was about to speak, Wen Qiao held down her hand. There was no room for negotiation when it came to this matter. The money was to be used for treating Xiao Chi and Xiao Mo’s illnesses and couldn’t be lent to anyone.

Su Ying was the first to flare up. “Wen Qiao, why do you only think about money? We’re family, is there a need to be so calculative?”

Noticing that Wen Chi’s manic symptoms were about to act up, Wen Qiao pinned him down by the shoulders and stared at Su Ying with a sneer. “There are so many people who take out a loan to buy a house. Why is your family the only ones that can’t part with that interest? Over these ten odd years, your family had never helped us out, even a little. What gives you the right to demand that I ought to lend the money to you? You and your family are the ones who recognize nothing but money instead. Just who is being calculative now? Why are you playing the blame game and pointing fingers here?”

Su Lei was displeased. “Dad, Mom, let’s forget about borrowing from her. She’s so arrogant.”

He Mei turned around to glare at him, then turned back to face Wen Qiao with a smile. “Qiaoqiao, in the past Uncle and Aunt weren’t too well-off ourselves. What’s more we had two children to raise. In the future…”

Wen Qiao cut her off impatiently. “I’ve already engaged a psychiatrist for Xiao Mo. That doctor charges by the hour and the two million yuan will be gone in no time. This money can’t be lended out to anyone.”

He Mei tried to talk her out of it nicely. “Aiyoh, Qiaoqiao, everyone says autism and depression are attention-seeking illnesses. There’s no need to look for a doctor. Don’t waste that money.”

Pah!

Wen Qiao slammed her palms on the table abruptly, startling everyone. Having had enough with these shameless people, Wen Qiao grabbed her mom’s hand and looked towards Wen Chi and Wen Mo. “Let’s go.”

Caught in a difficult position, Su Yun said softly, “Qiaoqiao, whatever it is, we can talk things over.”

“Qiaoqiao, your aunt isn’t good at talking. Don’t take it to heart,” Su Hai said placatingly.

Su Lei said with clenched teeth, “Just let her go. At the most we’ll just take out a loan to finance the house. Why should we have to put up with her terrible attitude? Does she regard herself as the emperor?”

Wen Qiao looked at her mom and said, “Mom, let’s go.”

Seeing her daughter trembling slightly, Su Yun knew her daughter wouldn’t budge. In saying that Xiao Chi and Xiao Mo, the most important people in Wen Qiao’s lives, were suffering from attention-seeking illnesses, it really stabbed her where it hurt.

Her heart ached terribly to see her child suffer such wrongs. She quickly picked up Wen Chi and Wen Mo’s hand and said to Su Hai, “We’ll get going first.”

Su Hai and He Mei walked them to the elevator, and by the time the elevator door closed, Su Ying and Su Lei were rolling their eyes so hard they nearly saw their brains. “Dad, Mom, since she refused to lend us the money, why are you still fawning on her? Wen Qiao is only that cocky because you two indulge her.”

He Mei poked Su Ying’s head. “What do you know? Wen Jianmin treated them poorly all along, yet that lass could somehow wrestle two million yuan from the hands of their stingy father. That goes to show that she’s very capable. That lass has a promising future ahead of her.”

Su Ying crossed her arms and snickered. “Ha. I doubt it. I bet all she did was act shrewish and make a scene. Wen Jianmin probably only gave her the money because he wants to save face for himself. What promising future could she have?”

Downstairs, it was in the peak of summer and even in the sweltering heat, Su Yun still wanted to take the bus. Having none of that, Wen Qiao stuck out a hand to flag down a cab.

Not only was there that two million yuan from Wen Jianmin, she could also rely on her own talents to feed herself. They wouldn’t need to live from day to day in the future.

When they reached home, Su Yun set down her bag. “I’ll go and cook noodles for you guys.”

Wen Qiao said solemnly to her two brothers, “No matter what others say, don’t take it to heart. You hear me?”

A snort came from Wen Chi as he sneered. “When someone from that family speaks, I take it as if they’re farting.”

Beside him, Wen Mo nodded seriously. He would only heed his older sister’s words. As Su Yun brought out a large bowl of noodles into the living room, the aged air-conditioner let out a threatening screech, before it rumbled to life. Thankfully, it managed to dispense a cool breeze nonetheless.