Feng Shenye frowned, his heart was very unhappy.
Wen Shiyu sensed his change in mood and tilted her head to persuade, “Don’t let this kind of person affect your mood, I’m fine.”
Feng Shenye lowered his eyes and looked at the girl in his arms, “There is no next time.”
“I don’t intend to have a next time either.”
Wen Shiyu responded with a smile.
Although she put up with Cathleen, if the other party went further and further, she wasn’t easy to bully.
Later in the evening, back at Di Jing Lan Yuan, Feng Shen Ye insisted on carrying Wen Shiyu out of the car.
In the living room, both Wen Jingchen and Little Treasure had not yet rested.
When they saw Wen Shiyu being carried back by Feng Shenye, they hurriedly padded over to worry.
“Brother-in-law, what’s wrong with my sister?”
“Auntie, what’s wrong with you.”
Listening to the concern of the big and small children, Wen Shiyu’s heart warmed up.
She rubbed little Bao’er’s soft black hair and said in a warm voice, “My stomach was a little upset earlier, but it’s much better now.”
Wen Jingchen frowned and wanted to ask something else, but Feng Shenye did not give him the chance to speak.
“It’s very late, I’ll take your sister back to her room to rest first.”
Dropping these words, Feng Shenye carried Wen Shiyu upstairs.
Although Wen Jingchen and Xiao Bao’er were not at ease, they could not afford to disturb Wen Shiyu.
When they got back to their room, Feng Shenye put Wen Shiyu on the bed and took care of her rest in a considerate and meticulous manner.
At first, Wen Shiyu was embarra*sed, but thinking that they had done everything they should and should not do, she was not shy and let Feng Shenye take care of her, but her heart was touched.
……
The next day, perhaps because she was not feeling well, Wen Shiyu was up late.
But her stomach didn’t hurt anymore and her face didn’t look as bad as it did last night.
Seeing such a Wen Shiyu, Feng Shenye father and son and Wen Jingchen all put their hearts down.
Originally, Feng Shenye wanted Wen Shiyu to rest at home, but Wen Shiyu refused when she thought of the upcoming performance of the orchestra.
Feng Shenye had no choice but to send Wen Shiyu to the Silver Maple Theatre.
When Wen Shiyu got off the bus, he uneasily admonished, “Take good care of yourself, if you don’t feel well, don’t force yourself, call me, I’ll come and pick you up.”
“I know.”
Wen Shiyu replied and turned around to enter the theatre.
Unexpectedly, just as she entered the backstage, she was spotted by Kathleen, who immediately gave a gloomy lecture.
“Wen Shiyu, didn’t you say yesterday that I was slacking on my performance? How come you’re still late yourself today?”
Wen Shiyu frowned and tried to explain.
But without waiting for her to say anything, Kathleen’s sharp mouth was like a machine gun, talking non-stop, “Although you don’t have to perform, the band members have to report every day, look at what time it is, do you have any sense of time?”
Wen Shiyu was so blocked that she couldn’t retort.
After all, it was true that she was late.
Some of the surrounding members also tried to speak up for Wen Shiyu, only they were warned by Kathleen’s eyes as soon as they said a word.
Looking at her aggressive daughter, Hathaway couldn’t look away.
“That’s enough.”
She chided, finally shutting Kathleen up.
Cathleen’s face turned a little ugly.
However Hathaway ignored it at all and turned her head to look at Wen Shiyu, asking with concern, “Is there something wrong with you?”
It was because Wen Shiyu was hardly ever late on a regular basis that she asked this.
Wen Shiyu apologized and explained, “I drank last night and my stomach has been very uncomfortable, so I went to the hospital and got up late this morning.”
Listening to Wen Shiyu briefly talk about what happened last night, Hathaway’s face softened as she said, “Since you’re not feeling well, take a good rest.”
“I know, thank you for your concern, teacher.” Wen Shiyu nodded her head and thanked her.
Hathaway smiled, then turned her head to look at Cathleen and instantly changed her face, reprimanding her in an unpleasant manner, “Why did you let Shiyu drink wine when you had nothing to do? You made her stomach upset and she went to hospital in the middle of the night.”
At those words, Kathleen’s lungs were about to explode with anger.
But she didn’t dare to call her own mum’s bluff, so she could only glare at Wen Shiyu, feeling even more that this b*tch was being pretentious.