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Wei Nanxuan was not joking; he was determined to drive Wei Jingxi out of the country.
In a fit of anger, Wei Jingxi refused to go home, relying on the support of his friends to get by. However, as time passed, they began to notice something was off—this time, Wei Jingxi's fallout with his family seemed serious and not just a temporary spat.
In the past, Wei Jingxi could make a scene for a few days and still live extravagantly without worry. But this time, as the young master consumed resources without contributing anything in return, it became clear that his friends were growing weary of his presence.
Adding to the pressure was a call from Wei Nanxuan, who instructed everyone not to take Wei Jingxi in, effectively turning him into a hot potato that no one wanted to handle. With all avenues blocked, Wei Jingxi found himself homeless once again.
It is easy to fall from frugality into extravagance, but hard to descend from luxury back to poverty. Having grown accustomed to a lavish lifestyle where money flowed freely, he found it unbearable to live without funds for even a day.
Wei Jingxi mustered the courage to return home and seek a way out, but Wei Nanxuan wouldn’t even let him through the door. Instead, he sent a servant with a message: whenever Wei Jingxi figured things out and booked a flight home, then his funds would be unfrozen.
Even though Wei Nanxuan didn’t place all the blame for Luo Xuezhi's miscarriage on Wei Jingxi, he was deeply disappointed by his son’s attitude. Regardless of whether Wei Jingxi was responsible for Luo Xuezhi’s pain or not, the fact that he turned away while she was still in surgery was something Wei Nanxuan could never forgive.
In youth and arrogance, with emotions running high, if they didn’t seize the moment to improve themselves, would Wei Nanxuan just stand by and watch his son’s temperament worsen?
Luo Xuezhi was resting in their bedroom while Wei Nanxuan sat despondently in the living room, an ashtray overflowing with cigarette butts.
Guan Su Lin stood up and grabbed two umbrellas from the rack. “It’s about to rain; I’ll take an umbrella to Xiao Wei,” he said gently.
“Not allowed! No one is permitted!” Wei Nanxuan snapped coldly.
Guan Su Lin replied softly, “At times like this, someone needs to help him untangle his feelings.”
Dark clouds rolled in swiftly; rain fell suddenly, enveloping the entire city in darkness.
Wei Jingxi had no money for new clothes and dared not dirty his last remaining outfit. He took refuge in a pavilion outside the villa.
Lost in thought as he gazed at the fine curtain of rain, he felt sharp pangs of pain in his heart.
Holding his nearly dead phone that was about to shut off, he hesitated at the dialing screen. For an entire week, he hadn’t contacted Zheng Mengni.
In the past, only Zheng Mengni could ignore messages without consequence; now it was him who had gone silent.
Wei Jingxi felt guilty and anxious, fearing that Zheng Mengni might think he was deliberately ignoring her without knowing what had happened. Yet all he wanted was to share his carefree joy without revealing his current state of despair.
Wei Jingxi was capable enough to fend for himself, but he had given Zheng Mengni the best of himself. He hoped that in the days to come, the gifts he presented her would not pale in comparison to those of the past. The feeling of disparity was a terrifying one, and Wei Jingxi did not want Zheng Mengni to experience it.
Thus, he was afraid—afraid to see her. The more he feared, the more he wanted to see her; the more he longed for her, the deeper his fear grew. He quickly turned off his phone, his hands trembling increasingly. He even considered throwing the phone into the rain, thinking that without any opportunity, he wouldn’t have to worry about it anymore. But now, he lacked even the courage to toss away a phone; it was the only valuable thing he had left.
With a desperate resolve, Wei Jingxi pressed the dial button and tightly shut his eyes, waiting for a long time without hearing the voice he missed so dearly. When he finally opened his eyes again, the phone had already powered off. His heart raced wildly, truly feeling the sting of disappointment.
He hadn’t made the call after all.
Wei Jingxi felt both regret and relief.
In the silence, a pair of eyes in a higher realm observed this scene quietly.
"Is it worth it? To devote all your fortune to someone unrelated?"
"The child of fortune who should be sailing smoothly—how many tragic plays must he perform for his beloved?"
After a long pause, a soft sigh seemed to echo through the air.
"Then let’s make an exception and lend him a hand."
Zheng Mengni glanced at her missed calls with a slight frown. She immediately dialed back, only to be met with a notification that the phone was turned off.
After hesitating for a moment, she gently instructed her driver, "Please turn around; I need you to take me to Wei Family."
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