Chapter 114: Chapter 73: The Annoying Whiz Kid Chapter 114: Chapter 73: The Annoying Whiz Kid He didn’t even know why he took care of her.

Yun Yuwan’s presence was a constant reminder of Wen Wei’s betrayal to the family.

It made Wen Yangzhi see clearly how fragile and broken his family was.

She wasn’t even the illegitimate daughter of Lou Wanyi and Wen Wei; she was just Lou Wanyi’s daughter with someone else, yet Wen Wei couldn’t wait to bring her home, using her as a token of the love he never got to fulfill.

Despite having a wife and child plainly in front of him, he didn’t even glance their way, instead going out of his way to bring Yun Yuwan home. His deep affection was so cheap.

Wen Yangzhi should have loathed Yun Yuwan.

But he couldn’t help but painfully admit to himself that this half-sister had done nothing wrong.

Wen Wei lied to her, saying Lou Wanyi owed him a favor, and she naively believed it.

She was only sixteen when she came to the Wen Family.

Completely unaware of these complexities, she really thought there were people who truly cared for her, so she eagerly followed.

For him, her brother, there was no awe or rejection in her eyes; she simply treated him like her own, someone who would be kind to her.

Every time he met her hopeful gaze with a disdainful mindset, she would run over with a seemingly inconsequential little gift for him, as if presenting a treasure she took pride in; but it was just her little sculptures, her fired ceramic key caps.

Very few people gave him gifts that cheap.

She probably didn’t understand keyboards, thinking they were all the same, so she made a set based on her own membrane keyboard, not knowing he used a professional mechanical keyboard that they wouldn’t fit on.

Once, she damaged the sundial in his garden.

He was coming back from his morning run, still holding the watch that recorded his breathing and heart rate, when she clung to his arm: “What should I do about this?”

They were hardly close; perhaps the courtesy of offering her incense or supporting her at the shore gave her the wrong impression, making her think he cared about her.

She acted as if he doted on her.

He looked down coldly at her: “What about it?”

Her eyes, clear like pools of spring water, appeared aggrieved, as if in dire need of his protection.

Her voice grew softer: “I broke the needle of the sundial, brother.”

The word “brother” clung to the end of her sentence; she didn’t need to say it, but by saying it, the undertones of coquetry and seduction unintentionally stuck to it.

He said impatiently: “I saw.”

His voice was soft, even low, but the young girl seemed startled, her grip on his arm suddenly loosening.

He felt an odd sense of loss in his arm.

One would think he’d be relieved that she wasn’t clinging to him anymore, yet he felt an inexplicable sense of longing.

It was as if she was indeed a home-wrecker; who knew how her own family had coped with her for the first sixteen years of her life, whether she often broke things, given her clumsy, accident-prone nature, which had led to the shattering of Zhao Qin’s million-dollar Blue Coral.

He was at the headquarters, rushing to send information to a partner from his phone, only to realize the file was in another phone. When he called home, it was she who answered.

Yet she was crying as she told him, “Brother, I broke the Blue Coral, what should I do?”

She was sobbing so hard that she could hardly catch her breath, while he frowned slightly at the other end. He was in a rush, but instead of getting angry or hanging up, he just responded indifferently, “It’s okay, hand the phone to the butler and ask him to have it sent here to headquarters.”

That evening at dinner, she timidly brought up the incident with the Blue Coral. He didn’t want to get involved but noticed her trembling hand holding the chopsticks, her tears shimmering on the verge of falling, that scared and shocked expression, one that only appeared in times of great panic.

For some inexplicable reason, it tugged at his heart.

As she was about to confess her deed, Wen Yangzhi blurted out: “I broke it.”

Zhao Qin was shocked but could not say much; Wen Yangzhi acted as though he had simply broken a small vase, and continued eating as if nothing happened.

Just a piece of coral; since she had become his sister, that Blue Coral was like a toy she could smash at will.

Even if a billion-dollar jewel was ruined, what of it?

Would they dare to pick a fight with him?

From that day on, she seemed even more eager to improve their relationship, and he knew she always stole glances at him.

While he chatted with friends in the garden, she would gingerly peek through the window, fearful he might see her, not realizing he could see everything clearly from the corner of his eye.

When he went for his morning run, she pretended to run too, always following him, like an annoying shadow he couldn’t shake off. When he stopped, there she was with her endless “brother brother brother,” “Brother, do you want some water?” “Brother, I brought tissues.” “Brother, your legs are so long you run too fast.” “Brother, I’m so tired.” “Brother, you look so cool in a black T-shirt.”