After Being Targeted by the Disabled Big Shot, It’s So Sweet [Rebirth] - Chapter 5

Wei Chuan had an entire team of assistants—dozens of people responsible for different matters—but Wan Yun was the most trusted. Since Wei Chuan lived a reclusive life, Wan Yun acted as his spokesperson to the outside world.

Although Father Tao didn’t know Wan Yun’s purpose for visiting, he didn’t dare to be neglectful and hurried out to greet him.

After taking a few steps, he turned back and glared warningly at Wei Tinglan: “An honored guest has arrived. No matter how much you cause a scene, have some sense of proportion. Don’t lose face for the family.”

Wei Tinglan: “The crow standing on the pig.”

These words actually insulted himself as well, but it didn’t matter. Not suppressing one’s anger was a habit that could become addictive.

Father Tao: “……”

Wei Tinglan watched Father Tao, Mother Tao, and Tao Xu greet the guest with solemn urgency. After thinking it over, he decided to wait.

He didn’t care about the others.

But he had met Mr. Wei and Assistant Wan. They were well-bred and had looked after him. If they came and he avoided them, it wouldn’t be right.

Wan Yun arrived with some supplements and an old practitioner of Chinese medicine.

Wan Yun asked Father Tao: “Is President Tao’s younger son back? Mr. Wei said meeting is fate. Seeing that the young master’s complexion wasn’t good, and since Doctor Zhang’s medical skills are excellent—and Chinese medicine treats the root cause—why not give it a try?”

Father Tao was overwhelmed by the favor: “He’s here, he’s here.”

Mother Tao hurriedly added: “Please come in. He’s upstairs, I’ll call him down right now.”

Tao Xu felt something wasn’t quite right, but he couldn’t pinpoint what it was for a moment.

Upon reaching the living room, Wan Yun dropped his previous refined but cold demeanor and smiled quite warmly: “Young Master, Mr. Wei sent me to check on you.”

Father Tao froze.

Mother Tao instantly stiffened. What? They didn’t come to see Chenchen?

Tao Xu’s heart sank.

That was it. According to blood relations, Wei Tinglan was the younger son of the Tao family. Assistant Wan wasn’t here to see Chenchen, they had misunderstood.

Wan Yun glanced at the throw pillow discarded on the floor, looked thoughtful, and smiled: “Mrs. Tao is truly humorous. Isn’t the young master right here? Why did you say he was upstairs?”

Father Tao forced a smile: “He was upstairs just a moment ago.”

Mother Tao’s face turned red. She walked over, picked up the pillow, and complained gently: “Tinglan, throwing things around again.”

Wei Tinglan: “Auntie Tao, do you have amnesia? Just now, Big Brother Tao snatched the pillow from my arms and threw it out, ordering me to apologize to Tao Chen immediately.”

The Tao family members froze collectively.

‘Auntie’?

This Tao family was messier than he thought, Wan Yun mused. To be made things difficult for like this immediately after being discharged from the hospital—this kid really had it hard. Fortunately, he could hold his own.

Wei Tinglan said to Wan Yun: “We meet again. It’s good.”

Then, feeling a bit apologetic: “They say family scandals shouldn’t be aired in public, but I feel that seeking truth from facts fits the laws of development better. I’ve made a fool of myself in front of you.”

The youth, who was like a prickle-bush just a moment ago, instantly became elegant, frank, and proper.

Wan Yun said gently: “It’s good that you’re fine. Mr. Wei asked me to bring a Chinese doctor; shall we have a look? If the foundation is laid solid while you’re young, you can endure no matter how hard or bitter it gets later.”

What ‘hard or bitter’? What ‘endure’?

Father Tao opened his mouth but ultimately didn’t dare to interrupt.

Wei Tinglan was a bit embarrassed: “My health is fine.”

Wan Yun: “So fine you almost fainted in the hospital?”

Wei Tinglan: “……”

Since the people were already here and had good intentions, even though Wei Tinglan felt strong enough to kill a bull, he obediently let Doctor Zhang take his pulse.

Then, a whole bunch of problems were diagnosed.

Wei Tinglan didn’t understand the overly professional terms, but hearing things like “weak since childhood,” “deficiency of both qi and blood,” “stagnation of heart-qi,” “cold wind entering the body,” and “rheumatism” made his ears ring.

The Tao family was also stunned.

Only now did they remember that Wei Tinglan mentioned he almost fainted in the hospital and Mr. Wei had supported him; also, he had just come out of a hospital stay.

And up until now, no one had asked him why he was hospitalized or how he was feeling.

Wei Tinglan: “No way, I feel pretty good.”

Doctor Zhang: “Did you often go hungry as a child?”

Wei Tinglan: “……I suppose so.”

Doctor Zhang: “Do your knees and joints feel uncomfortable when it’s windy or raining? Do your legs hurt? You’ve had a fractured arm that wasn’t cared for properly?”

Wei Tinglan: “A bit.”

When he was young and disliked, he had no thick clothes to wear in winter. He could only pick up the ones his uncle and the others didn’t want—clothes that had long lost their warmth. As for the arm… better not to mention it.

Chinese medicine was truly terrifying; it could even pick up on that.

Doctor Zhang: “Your sleep isn’t good either, especially in the last few months. Always harboring silent resentment and anxiety?”

Wei Tinglan: “I’ve slept quite well these last few days.”

Doctor Zhang wrote out a pile of prescriptions: “At the end of the day, you’re young; you can still be nurtured back to health. Other things are easy to handle, but as for the emotional aspect, opening your heart depends on yourself.”

Wei Tinglan nodded: “I understand.”

Wan Yun’s eyes felt sore listening to this. Not eating enough and not sleeping well—if he didn’t know better, he’d think this was the old society. It was truly a sin.

And he’d been anxious for the past few months.

It had only been a few months since this child was brought back, right?

Originally, they just came to take a pulse. Doctor Zhang was a national-level expert who wasn’t easily invited. Once the prescriptions were left, the Tao family should have known what to do.

But now Wan Yun didn’t feel at ease. He said bluntly: “I’ll have someone deliver the medicine once it’s brewed. Take the treatment slowly, no rush.”

The Tao family stood frozen to the side, their faces alternating between dark and flushed.

Wei Tinglan wasn’t pretentious either and hurriedly said: “Brother Wan, thanks. But could you send the medicine to the school? I’m living at school starting tomorrow.”

Once he set his mind on something, he wouldn’t stop until it was done—unless he died.

In his last life, he wanted the love of his family and fought for it until death. Now he wanted to live at school, he would definitely find a way to make it happen.

Seeing his calm expression, Wan Yun only said: “That’s fine. Let’s exchange contact info, tell me anytime if something comes up.”

This was something outside the plan.

Some people are naturally likable.

He found Wei Tinglan very pleasing to the eye and very pitiable; he was willing to do a bit more. And selfishly, since he was someone the boss cared about, if he helped out a bit more, it might come in handy later.

He also thought his boss truly had foresight. If they hadn’t made this trip, how would they have known the youth’s life was so cramped?

Wan Yun had a good chat with Wei Tinglan. Before leaving, he told the Tao family “No need to see me out”—his manner was cold, upright, and very imposing.

After he left, the atmosphere in the living room was somewhat stifling.

Father Tao asked: “When did you become so familiar with Mr. Wei?”

Wei Tinglan didn’t understand why Mr. Wei would send Wan Yun either; the two of them had no connection at all.

The only explanation was that Mr. Wei was truly a great person.

But since Mr. Wei had shown concern to this extent, saying they weren’t familiar would be a slap in the face. He only said: “None of your business. I’m living at school tomorrow, I’ll be leaving in a bit.”

Father Tao’s face darkened again, but he didn’t blow up this time. He said muffledly: “Just stay at home. It’s better for your health recovery.”

Wei Tinglan didn’t think he was worried about his poor health.

His soul was that of an adult. Although influenced by his current environment and body—to the point where his thoughts and actions leaned toward his youth—his experience was still there.

So, did Father Tao’s temper suddenly improve because he was wary of Mr. Wei’s attention toward him?

Or even more pragmatically, did he want to use him to establish a connection with Mr. Wei?

Thinking of this, Wei Tinglan suddenly realized: besides caring for his health, did Mr. Wei send Wan Yun to give him some backing?

He wasn’t sure, but he silently kept it in mind.

Tao Xu asked dryly: “Your arm… how did it get fractured?”

Fighting to the point of a fracture—so that quiet, submissive look he had for a while was all an act, right? Now, he couldn’t keep the act up anymore.

Wei Tinglan: “My uncle… Tao Chen’s uncle was an alcoholic. When he was unhappy, he would use his hands.”

Father Tao said angrily: “He dared to hit you?”

Wei Tinglan gave him a strange look: “Why wouldn’t he dare? Living under someone else’s roof, not having enough to eat or wear, being beaten two out of every three days—isn’t that normal? Weren’t you about to hit me just now?”

The habit of hitting people shouldn’t be spoiled.

He added warningly: “It’s all in the past. By middle school, I could trade blows with him. By high school, he couldn’t beat me anymore. Now, if anyone dares to hit me, I’ll hit them back even if they’re the Heavenly King himself.”

Mother Tao’s eyes were red: “You child, why didn’t you say so earlier?”

Wei Tinglan thought of how she casually claimed he had thrown the pillow earlier.

Were people who were tearful, weak, and gentle truly harmless? This kind of thing wasn’t lethal, but it was as nauseating as swallowing a fly.

The etiquette standards of being an artist were still in his bones.

He suppressed the urge to roll his eyes: “Why should I have said it?”

At the very beginning, he wanted to say it. Finding his biological parents—they were wealthy, powerful, elegant, and proper—how could he resist pouring out his grievances?

But Tao Chen was always surrounded by them. The first thing they told him was that there was a younger brother in the house, saying blood didn’t represent everything and asking him to get along well.

No one cared if he had lived well in the past.

The vigilance and disgust, the scrutiny and disappointment in their expressions—even the discomfort of having their perfect life disrupted—no matter how well hidden, how could it be concealed from someone who had lived under others’ roofs since childhood?

So, what was the difference between saying it and not?

Upstairs, Tao Chen, who had come out dragging a suitcase, turned pale.

The Wei family uncle would hit people.

How could there be such crude people in the world?

Tao Chen originally didn’t want to leave. But after crying for a long time, no one had come up except for the eldest brother knocking on the door once at the beginning. He was in a bind, so he simply packed his luggage.

Regardless, even if he left, his mother was soft-hearted. If he cried, she would beg him to come back.

And there was the second sister. The second sister protected him most.

He originally planned to go check out the Wei family, but after hearing Wei Tinglan say that, he decided to stay in a hotel instead. He wasn’t short on money anyway.

Ultimately, Tao Chen didn’t manage to leave. Father Tao wouldn’t let him, Tao Xu snatched his suitcase away, and Mother Tao held him, crying very sadly.

Wei Tinglan went to the dining room for seafood porridge and some snacks, then went upstairs to pack. When he passed the living room, he had a strong urge to start a live stream.

“The real young master returns, the fake young master and the family cry in each other’s arms.”

What a great topic.

It would definitely explode in popularity and receive countless tips.

But thinking about his magnet for hate constitution and the fact that he was still recovering from illness, he decided against it.

Wei Tinglan went upstairs to pack.

Since Wan Yun would be delivering medicine later, Father Tao didn’t dare say anything more about locking Wei Tinglan up. Seeing that Wei Tinglan insisted on living at school, he compromised and said Tao Chen should live at school as well.

If both children lived at school, it would prevent the Tao family from being criticized by outsiders.

Furthermore, if they both lived at school, they could cultivate their relationship.

It was just that Wei Tinglan was constantly shouting for Tao Chen to get out; it was really too much.

That night, while Tao Chen was asleep, Father Tao, Mother Tao, and Tao Xu came to have a heart-to-heart with Wei Tinglan.

The central idea was that Tao Chen was still a child, not yet an adult, with a pure and kind personality. Having been in the Tao family for so many years, he had long been a part of the family and must stay.

Father Tao: “Harmony brings prosperity. Tinglan, you’re this old now, you should be sensible.”

Mother Tao: “The Wei family was indeed too much. Mom and Dad will compensate you. But Tao Chen is innocent too. Tinglan, both you and Chenchen are dear to my heart.”

Tao Xu: “In such a large household, one more person doesn’t matter, right?”

Wei Tinglan propped up his chin and listened with boredom.

An old script. There was a scene like this in his past life too, but back then it was his twenty-year-old self who reached his limit and exploded once before getting a similar heart-to-heart session.

That time, he had yielded.

After all, the Tao family had never talked to him so earnestly before, even if it was for the sake of someone else.

This time, Wei Tinglan changed his mind.

Seeking love was too illusory, and he had long since stopped needing it. But there was one thing that never lied.

He only said: “No problem. As long as the mental compensation is enough. Fifty million—non-negotiable. I’ll even set off firecrackers to welcome him. He can ride on your heads later for all I care. I won’t have an opinion.”