Quickly travel to redeem the villain and get excited

Chapter 178 The down-and-out lady VS the dandy warlord 14

The branches were thin and when they hit my skin, red marks immediately appeared.

Several children screamed in pain and jumped away one by one.

Wen Xi used some more skill to whip the children's front knees, and the children ran away screaming.

Aunt Xiang cried "Ouch!" and hurried forward to help up the child who was curled up on the ground.

"What a sin, such a young child!"

The child's hair was messy like dead grass, her eyes were dull, and her skinny cheeks were mechanically chewing a big mouthful of steamed bun. The bun was dry and choking, so she stretched her neck and swallowed it hard.

For a moment she felt choked with discomfort, holding her breath and patting her chest. Aunt Xiang tried to help her breathe better, but it was of no use.

Seeing this, Wen Xi reached out and patted the child on the back a few times, and the child finally swallowed the steamed bun in his throat.

He licked the remaining black and muddy steamed bread crumbs from his palm into his mouth.

Aunt Xiang cried out repeatedly, looking distressed.

She glanced at Wen Xi, who understood what Aunt Xiang meant and nodded: "Take him back to the mansion first."

Aunt Xiang breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Xi is not a saint, but she cannot bear to see such a young child wandering in the war. She will arrange her future destination later, but let's wait and see.

Aunt Xiang carefully took the child's hand and said, "Don't be afraid, kid. Follow me and I'll give you a full meal."

A trace of vigilance flashed in the child's eyes. She looked the two men up and down. They didn't look like the bad guys who wanted to eat her, so she followed hesitantly.

After returning to the mansion, Aunt Xiang filled a large basin of water in the rarely used bathroom on the first floor and gave the child a hot bath.

The first bath water was pitch black and full of mud.

I washed it four times in a row, and it was not until the fourth time that it became a little clearer.

Aunt Xiang looked at the child in front of her who was half a person's height. He had dark skin and did not look like he had any flesh on his body.

Her hair was a mess, so Aunt Xiang found a pair of scissors and trimmed it into a short haircut that reached the ears.

After all, it looked much cleaner and pleasing to the eye. Since there were no small clothes at home, Aunt Xiang found some old clothes that Wen Xi didn't wear and made some minor modifications to put them on.

It just looks empty, like a stalk of straw.

After everything was cleaned up, Aunt Xiang took it to the study to show Wen Xi.

Wen Xi was flipping through the pages of a book on the bay window, with a plate of butterfly cakes beside her.

Then Aunt Xiang came in with her people.

The child was a little timid, with a pair of big eyes blinking as he looked around curiously. When he saw the snacks in Wen Xi's hand, his eyes suddenly straightened and he swallowed dryly.

Upon seeing this, Wen Xi came down from the bay window and handed the plate of snacks to Aunt Xiang.

Aunt Xiang pulled the child to sit on the sofa. The child wolfed down the butterfly cakes. A look of pity flashed across Aunt Xiang's face. She brought a glass of water to the side and fed her a sip of water from time to time to prevent her from choking.

Wen Xi was not in a hurry. After the child finished eating, she asked, "What's his name?"

"Er... Arya."

Erya finally spoke. She knew in her heart that the person in front of her was the real owner of the house, so she responded cautiously.

"Where are the family members?"

"All dead."

Aunt Xiang and Wen Xi were silent for a while and didn't ask any more questions.

Erya thought that maybe she didn’t reply well, so the owner was angry, and added stammeringly: “Originally, my mother and I came together, but she left the sweet potatoes for me and starved to death on the way.”

"I also have a brother and a father, but they were taken away during the war and never came back."

"Then the house was burned down by a bomb, and my mother took me and ran away."

As Erya spoke, she looked at the two people's faces. Aunt Xiang's eyes turned red and she said in a hoarse voice: "Don't talk about the child. Auntie knows."

He stroked Arya's head and sighed.

Wen Xi sighed in her heart. She had always regarded herself as a passer-by in this world. A hundred years of vacation was just a moment.

For the first time, she felt that the difficulties of this world were so close to her, and her emotions were extremely complicated for a moment.

Seeing Wen Xi's gloomy expression, Erya wondered if she had said anything wrong: "I didn't want to steal the buns. I was really too hungry. The grass on the roadside wasn't enough to satisfy my hunger. I really had no choice..."

Wen Xi waved her hand and told Erya to stop talking.

He turned to Aunt Xiang and said, "Go to the clothing store on the street and buy her some clothes. Let's take care of her for a few days and then make plans for the future."

Seeing that the young lady had given her consent, Aunt Xiang's eyes flashed with joy, "Then I'll let Erya sleep with me, so as not to disturb the young lady and the gentleman."

Wen Xi nodded, hesitated for a moment, and added: "I'll ask around to see if there are any better charity halls these days."

Aunt Xiang nodded and understood what Wen Xi meant. The charity hall was a place where some businessmen specifically adopted orphans displaced by war.

It's also a problem that they raise Erya without any status.

Erya didn't quite understand what was said, but she knew that she would have a place to live and new clothes to wear, and a cautious smile appeared on her face.

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Two months later, Fu Yuezhi came back for a rare visit and found a little girl at home. Wen Xi roughly explained the reason, but Fu Yuezhi didn't say much.

Just let Rongcheng find a reliable charity.

In two months, Erya has gained a lot of weight, her skin has become whiter, and her originally dry and yellow hair has become more shiny.

Aunt Xiang took good care of her, and Erya smiled more often and helped Aunt Xiang to the best of her ability.

He is obviously just a seven or eight-year-old child, but he is so sensible that it makes people feel distressed.

Erya knocked on the study door respectfully, placed Wen Xi and Fu Yuezhi's tea and coffee next to each of them, and then left quickly for fear of disturbing them, closing the door carefully.

At night, the two of them were busy with their own things in the study.

Wen Xi suddenly thought of something, and without taking her eyes off the novel in her hand, she asked, "Have you drafted the divorce papers? Please sign them for me if you have time."

This was agreed upon before they got married.

The pen in Fu Yuezhi's hand paused for a moment, leaving a dark blob of ink on the paper.

His expression slightly changed, but he remained calm and said softly, "I've been busy lately and haven't had time to draft it. I'll wait until I'm free for some time."

Wen Xi didn't care too much about it. Anyway, Fu Yue was busy outside for ten days or half a month, and they rarely saw each other.

Her mind was immersed in the novel, so she said "hmm" lightly and said nothing more.

Fu Yuezhi breathed a sigh of relief, crumpled up the ink-stained paper and threw it into the trash can.

He gently raised his head and looked at Wen Xi who was holding a book on the bay window. It was quiet and beautiful, like a rare painting.

My heart feels both bitter and soft.

He pursed his lips, frowned slightly, and closed the pen with a little annoyance.

He took out a small lacquer and mother-of-pearl box from the drawer and walked over to Wen Xi.

Wen Xi only felt a shadow blocking the light. She looked up and saw Fu Yuezhi handing her a delicate little box.

"Given to me?"

"It's a little gadget sent by my subordinates. Take a look and see if you like it." Fu Yuezhi said calmly. After seeing Wen Xi take the box, he returned to his desk.

Wen Xi opened the palm-sized small box. The mother-of-pearl inlaid on it shone brightly under the light, looking extremely beautiful.

On the black velvet cloth in the box was a pair of round pearl earrings. The two pearls were of the same size, perfectly round, and a rare champagne gold color, with a soft halo and a warm touch.

Looks gentle and delicate.