northernbook Chapter 214 Argument
Chapter 214 Argument
Sure enough, after listening to his father's rigorous and scientific explanation, Xiao Wuhai's bright eyes instantly dimmed.
He looked at his father with no longer any expectation, turned his face away, and said in a muffled voice, "I know."
Then he slowly closed the picture book with his little hand.
Despite his extraordinary talent, recognizing a large number of characters at a young age, possessing knowledge far exceeding that of his peers, and being able to understand what his father was saying, he was still just a 5-year-old child.
The child's disappointment was so obvious that even the rigid father noticed something was wrong.
At this moment, the air in the room seemed to freeze, and the quietness allowed one to hear the rustling sound outside the window.
The father stood there stiffly for a while before sighing and apologizing: "I'm sorry, Eleven, it's my fault. I didn't consider your feelings. Forget what I just said."
After a while.
"Okay." Little Wu Hai pouted and said crisply, "Then say it again."
A smile spread across the father's face: "Eleven, you are just like any other child; you came into this world because of your parents' love."
Children's emotions come and go quickly.
Hearing his father say that, Xiao Wuhai was instantly overjoyed.
He threw himself into his father's arms and asked again, "Mom loves me too, right?"
The father caught Wu Hai, patted him on the back, and said firmly, "Yes, I swear, your mother loves you very much. She had no choice but to leave. Dad will carry her love with him and love you even more."
The warm yellow sunlight streamed into the room, outlining the figures of the father and son embracing. Bai Li felt gratified as she watched this scene.
Why didn't you say that earlier?
Little Wuhai doesn't care at all about how he was born.
He just wanted to be loved.
While relieved, Bai Li also received an important piece of information—Wu Hai's mother had passed away for some reason.
He is a child from a single-parent family.
Is this the reason why Wu Hai had a complicated childhood and a delicate relationship with his family?
Bai Li had a vague feeling that things weren't that simple...
Before she could think any further, the scene changed again.
A deep and quiet corridor appeared before Bai Li's eyes. The walls of the corridor were adorned with priceless oil paintings, and the floor was covered with thick Persian carpets, so soft that one could hardly hear their footsteps.
As soon as Bai Li stepped into the corridor, she felt that everything around her seemed familiar.
When Bai Li saw a certain portrait in the corridor, her eyes lit up instantly, as if she had suddenly remembered something.
This is a manor in Wuhai!
But she soon realized that this was a memory of Wuhai.
Therefore, based on the timeline, it seems that this place did not belong to Wuhai at this time, but was still the manor of his grandfather, the famous shipping magnate.
Just as Bai Li's thoughts were churning, a young man walked out from the end of the corridor.
It is Xiaowuhai.
It's just a larger version, about ten years old.
He wore an exquisite little suit, every crease perfectly pressed, with a small and elegant lapel pin at the collar, and his eyes revealed a composure beyond his years.
She exudes both nobility and arrogance, already possessing a hint of her future potential.
He walked straight toward a door without looking to the side, and Bai Li quickly followed.
As Wu Hai approached the door, his hand, which was about to knock, suddenly froze in mid-air.
He paused slightly, as if he had sensed something, then took a small step forward and gently brought his head closer to the door.
Bai Li also followed Wu Hai and put her ear close to the door.
At that moment, the faint sounds of a heated argument could be heard coming from inside the room.
The door is actually very well soundproofed.
But the arguing inside was just too loud.
That's why we could hear some fragmented words:
"Wu Hai's current excellence is all thanks to my excellent teaching... I have sacrificed so much for the family, what right do you have?"
A muffled sound faintly penetrated the doorway. Although it was somewhat indistinct, Bai Li judged from the characteristics and content of the sound that the speaker should be Wu Hai's father.
His voice was filled with obvious anger and resentment, as if he were telling someone about his grievances.
Immediately afterwards, another person's voice rang out.
The voice sounded even older, carrying a hint of helplessness and reproach:
"Stop deceiving yourself. Everything you've done is just to satisfy your own selfish desires. You want to prove yourself through Wuhai, but you've never truly considered the children."
These words seemed to strike a nerve with Wu Hai's father; his voice instantly rose several decibels, trembling slightly, and even cracking a few times.
"How could I not have thought about him? Everything I did was for his own good! I've never been valued since I was little. In your eyes, I'll never be as good as my older brothers. I don't want Wuhai to go through the same pain I did!"
Upon hearing this, Wu Hai's brows furrowed slightly, and his face tightened.
Perhaps it was because I had never heard my father speak in such a radical tone before, or perhaps it was the first time I had learned of such a hidden story behind my father.
Wu Hai suddenly took a step back and stared at the door.
Perhaps they suddenly realized that it was wrong for them to eavesdrop on adults' conversations.
But after hesitating for a few seconds, he held his breath again and leaned closer to listen.
A brief silence fell over the study.
No one spoke.
The atmosphere was so tense it was almost suffocating.
Even though Bai Li knew perfectly well that she wouldn't be discovered, her heart still raced.
After waiting for several more seconds, a new sound finally came through:
“Third brother, Wuhai is a good boy. He should have his own life, not be a tool for comparison. Father has never looked down on you.”
“Father, I do not recommend that my third brother continue to raise Wuhai.”
These two light, airy voices acted like a fuse, instantly igniting even more agitated emotions in Wu Hai's father. He roared, "What right do you two have to speak here!"
"Alright." Just as the argument was escalating and the situation was becoming increasingly uncontrollable, the aged voice rang out again, carrying an undeniable authority: "Even if it was my fault... you can't just bring an innocent child into the world like this..."
Upon hearing this, Wu Hai's eyes gradually widened.
Just as he was about to listen further, clear footsteps came from the end of the corridor.
Wu Hai's body stiffened slightly. He knew he couldn't stay there any longer and quickly left.
Bai Li wanted to hear more, but she seemed to be restrained by some invisible force and could only follow Wu Hai closely. Helplessly, she was dragged away from the door and could not hear what happened next.
Wu Hai walked hurriedly until he reached a deserted corner before slowly stopping.
He stood there quietly, staring blankly at the corner of the wall, as if frozen in place, not making a move for a long time.
Seeing his appearance, Bai Li knew that he must be very confused at the moment.
No one could remain unmoved after hearing such a conversation.
Bai Li was also silently pondering on the side.
Based on the sound and content of the conversation, it is preliminarily determined that the people in the room should be the shipping magnate and his three sons.
The man with the aged voice was the shipping magnate, and the one who was particularly angry was undoubtedly Wu Hai's father. The other two were Wu Hai's father's eldest and second eldest brothers.
But what exactly are they arguing about?
Although one could sense that these arguments were closely related to Wuhai, the most crucial details remained elusive.
Especially the line, "I do not recommend that the third brother continue to raise Wuhai."
Why is Wuhai's father unsuitable to continue raising Wuhai?
Is there a problem with his teaching methods, or are there some unknown secrets hidden behind them?