Chapter 385:

"Miss Fang, you don't need to intercede for me." Tong Wenya was cold-hearted, how could she not see Fang Shiqing's hypocrisy.
Fengcha apologized, but he thought it out.
He will try to torture her, Tong Wenya is already mentally prepared. Whether it is physical torture or psychological humiliation, he does whatever he wants. One day she will leave, when he will never want to see his son again, Tong Wenya thought bitterly.
The housekeeper quickly brought the tea and handed it to Tong Wenya.
"Yan Ming, sit down." Chun Yuchen reminded.
The bad breath finally came out, Yan Ming sat down proudly, her chin raised slightly, she never felt that she was inferior to others.
She wants to take this cup of tea. From then on, Tong Wenya is not as good as her status, even less worth mentioning in front of her master Fang Shiqing.
It's all acting, since entering Chunyu's house is like acting anyway. The more uncomfortable he makes you, the less uncomfortable you are! Thinking of this, Tong Wenya bent over to deliver the tea to Yan Ming, and whispered: "Sorry, Yan Ming, please have this cup of tea."
"How can she hear your voice so small?" Chun Yuchen reminded coldly.
Tong Wenya's face was light and breezy, and she looked calm, and she increased her voice: "Sorry, Yan Ming, please have tea."
Tong Wenya, you also have today, do you know how much wronged you have caused our young lady to be so cheap?
Yanming and his elder brother were orphans since they were young. They were raised by the Fang family and assigned to Fang Shiqing as personal assistants. They are equivalent to Fang Shiqing's sisters in terms of affection.
She knew that her own lady's divorce trick worked, and that the eldest master was showing a childlike temperament, so she would do this to her. Therefore, even if she did too much Yanming, the young master would not stand up for Tong Wenya at this time.
When Tong Wenya brought the tea to Yan Ming, Yan Ming suddenly stood up and said, "Oh, I really can't stand it, Officer Tong... Ah, sorry!"
The tea cup was hit so deliberately by her and fell directly onto Tong Wenya's feet from the tray.
"Hmm..." The hot tea seeps through the mesh vents of Tong Wenya's sneakers, and it hurts deeply.
Chun Yuchen frowned slightly, and he was calm again for a moment.
"Yan Ming, why are you so rash! Don't you know that you will knock over the tea suddenly? Look, it's hot to sister Wenya." Fang Shiqing scolded, got up quickly, squatted down to check Tong Wenya's injuries.
"Don't be hypocritical, go away!" Tong Wenya endured the pain and pushed Fang Shiqing away.
One is that Tong Wenya's strength is strong, and the other is that Fang Shiqing's squatting is unstable. Although not intentionally, she fell to the ground after being pushed by Tong Wenya, just hitting the leg of the dining table.
The legs of the table were square and sharp. Fang Shiqing's forehead was smashed and blood beads appeared immediately.
Tong Wenya was also very surprised. She wanted to ask Fang Shiqing whether it was important. Thinking about it, she must feel that she was hypocritical, so she simply stopped asking.
"Tong Wenya, you are really vicious!" Yan Ming slapped Tong Wenya without saying a word.
Tong Wenya could have avoided it. She just paid too much attention to Fang Shiqing's injury, forgetting that she was still in pain, not to mention what Yan Ming was talking about or doing.
There were clear palm prints on her white face, Tong Wenya’s guilt was completely slapped by the slap, she smiled coldly: "Is it vicious, or do you deserve it? Would you like to spill tea on me, she I won’t care about it pretentiously. To blame, you can only blame yourself for being too bad-hearted. This is called retribution. I don’t think you will be disfigured."
"Shut up with me! Tong Wenya! Butler, throw her into the boiler room, she is not allowed to eat for one day. Also, call the doctor over and treat the wounds for Shiqing!" Chun Yuchen gave a series of orders, and the butler said yes.
Chun Yulang didn't have time to care about other things. Looking at the blood on Fang Shiqing's forehead, he felt very distressed. He picked her up and put her on a chair before the morning.
"The wound is a bit deep," he said softly.
"Lang, will it leave scars? Will it really leave scars?" Fang Shiqing pitifully grabbed Chun Yulang's sleeves, and asked him in a low voice, tears also pounced down.
"No, it's not that scary." Chunyulang comforted, Chunyuchen also got up and walked to her, looking at her condescendingly.
"Chen, I really care about Sister Wenya, I am not what she said, I..."
"I know." Chun Yuchen rubbed her hair, "Hold it a little, the doctor will come soon."
"Chen, do you think I will leave scars?"
"Silly girl, what does it matter to leave scars? Nowadays women are all the same. I think your wounds are still heart-shaped. Maybe the scars will be very beautiful and become your characteristic."
Fang Shiqing chuckled, "You guy is really annoying."
The security guards came to Tong Wenya out. She limped as she walked, her feet were indeed sore.
However, the voices of them talking and laughing behind her still got into her ears from time to time. Chun Yuchen's soft voice comforted, Fang Shiqing's delicate and pitiful. Tong Wenya, you are out of consciousness.
For such a person, you can completely forget it.
After Tong Wenya was pushed into the boiler room, no one took care of her. She found a clean corner and sat down, took off her shoes and looked at her. There were already blisters on her feet.
She has nothing, it is impossible to treat the wound. The boiler room is hot again, and the blisters hurt even more.
Every minute and every second became extremely long. At noon, no one brought her food, and she didn't feel hungry.
The sun went down, and the night came, she was still ignored.
Her pain is nothing, but she can't worry about Song Chengsi and the child.
With the sound of footsteps, she endured the pain, jumping on one foot and looking out the window, it turned out to be Chun Yulang.
He opened the door with the key. After entering, he passed the scald ointment in his hand to Tong Wenya.
"Are you scratching yourself, or should I help you?" he asked.
"No need, thank you."
"I know you have been wronged, Wenya, my elder brother..."
"Chun Yulang!" Tong Wenya didn't want to hear someone mention that person, and immediately interrupted Chun Yulang.
"Don’t you Chunyu’s most want to marry the Fang’s woman? Don’t you really want to see Fang Shiqing become the youngest grandma? I don’t want to stay here with you to play these boring games, but some people are crazy and have to force us. Mother and son stay here. If you are sympathetic, please help us leave."
"Do you think I don't want to? Think I like to see you being abused here? Do you know that I saw him torturing you, in my heart..."
"What's wrong in my heart?" Chun Yuchen stepped forward with a cold face, and looked at his brother extremely unhappy: "I know you still care about this woman, don't you know that she has already climbed into my bed?"
"I didn't mean that, brother."
"Then what do you mean? What's this? It's your turn to be courteous?" Chun Yuchen took the scald ointment from Chun Yulang's hand and threw it out the door with a snap.