Ning Sinian drove out by himself early in the morning. In fact, he didn't go to the company. Instead, he hid in the underground parking lot closest to his home and put on headphones to monitor the movement at home. Zhao Jun stayed in the Westinghouse and stared at the monitor. Once Wei Xiyan was slightly unfavorable to Ning Wangshu, he would immediately rush over to stop it and send the video to Ning's parents and Ning's mother far away on the other side of the ocean.

Ning Sinian was very nervous after putting on the headphones. The appearance of his son's fear is still imprinted in his mind. He is afraid that he will suffer the slightest injury, so he put all his mind on the earphone, thinking that if there is any abnormality on the opposite side, he will immediately step on the accelerator and go home.

The monitor is tucked into the hollow pendant of the longevity lock, and the effect is very clear. He heard Wang Ma's voice telling her son not to run around, her tone was stern. The son was silent, and then there was a long silence.

From nervousness to numbness, Ning Sinian held the steering wheel and maintained the same sitting position until one or two o'clock in the afternoon. When he almost turned into a stone sculpture, there was a very clear voice from the other end, "No, you can't play this."

It is a flat tone unique to Weixi proverbs. Ning Sinian immediately sat upright, holding his breath, carefully discerning the emotions hidden in his voice. No, there was no malice at all, although his strong judgment told him this, he still put his hand on the start button, ready to start the engine.

Before he could press it down, Qingyue's voice sounded again, still the same flat tone, but the care overflowing from every word was not to be mistaken.

"You use this painting. The paint and poppy oil contain trace amounts of toxins. The baby can't touch it, it will get sick." It turned out that he was preventing his son from playing with oil paints. It is the right thing to do, beyond reproach.

Nings let out an old breath, retracted his fingertips on the start button, and rested his forehead on the steering wheel tiredly. There was another silence, and when Wei Xiyan's voice came again, he had learned to remain calm.

"Put it on so you don't get your clothes dirty." He was putting on a bib for his son to keep the paint from sticking to his clothes, which was right. Ning Sinian frowned, wondering if the young man who cared for his son and the man Wang Ma said was the same.

He felt that maybe something went wrong, or that the teenager was just good at pretending. But no matter how he pretended, wouldn't the son who was the victim know how to stay away from him? He heard the light footsteps of his son, and it was clearly his son who ran to his studio.

Ning Sinian took off the earphones, ripped his hair again, and finally decided to go home immediately.

As soon as the car arrived at the house, Zhao Jun greeted him from the Westinghouse and said in a low voice, "Boss, you'd better look at the monitor yourself. Maybe we are all wrong."

Ning Sinian nodded, leaving him behind and hurried upstairs, which happened to bump into Wang Ma, who was holding her son. The son still had the expression of extreme fear, with tears in his big eyes, looking very fragile. In the monitor, he hardly made a sound, but the rustling sound of the brush rubbing against the paper showed that his mood was very calm, it could even be said to be happy, why did he change completely when he came back?

Ning Sinian had more and more doubts in his heart. He took over his son from Wang Ma, but was shocked to find that he was resisting him, and his eyes were full of resentment.

Ning Sinian's heart ached suddenly, and she wondered more and more about what happened in this quiet day.

"Wang Ma, you take the baby to the garden to see the ducklings first. I'll come right after I change my clothes." He handed his son to Wang Ma, and then hurried to the study.

He couldn't wait to turn on the computer and called up today's surveillance screen. All the pinhole cameras changed angles with Ning Wangshu's movement. Wang Ma went out to buy groceries early in the morning, Ning Wangshu was sitting alone on the carpet playing with toys, with no expression on his face, like an empty shell that had lost his soul. After sitting dry until noon, the maid came in with her lunch, put it down and left immediately, not thinking about coaxing and feeding.

Ning Wangshu was very well-behaved. He took a piece of cake and ate it slowly, took a sip of milk after eating, and then walked small steps towards the studio.

Ning Sinian's thick eyebrows that flew diagonally into his temples wrinkled unconsciously. If Wei Xiyan really beat his son several times, why would his son take the initiative to find him?

He suppressed his anxiety and continued to look down.

Ning Wangshu walked to the door and looked around with his little head for a long time. He saw that Wei Xiyan was completely immersed in the painting before quietly moving over with his short legs. Wei Xiyan turned to pick up the pen, and the two people, one tall and the other short, suddenly met.

While they looked at each other, Ning Sinian also held his breath and clenched his fists unconsciously. He was afraid that Wei Xiyan would lose control of his emotions and abuse his son. But it didn't. He carefully avoided his son and picked up the brush to continue painting. The son's terrified mood instantly calmed down, and his almost numb little face showed an expression of amazement.

Those eyes that flickered again made Ning Sinian almost have the urge to cry.

Then Wei Xiyan stopped his son from playing with oil paints, dressed him gently, and rubbed his forehead lovingly. When his slender fingertips moved away, his son rubbed his forehead blankly, his big eyes full of nostalgia.

Who would feel nostalgic for someone who beat him up? Ning Sinian's tense nerves throbbed violently, and she continued to look down despite her heart palpitations.

One big and one small stood side by side, with two drawing boards in front of them, one tall and the other short. The boy's drawing board was shining with starlight, but the son's drawing board was a huge piece of black, and he didn't know what it was. But he enjoyed it so much that he even pulled the hem of the boy's clothes to let him appreciate his masterpiece.

The young man didn't speak, and lightly rubbed his forehead to show his compliment. The son's eyes radiated an unprecedented radiance. It was obvious that he was very happy.

Ning Sinian didn't realize that at this moment, he was also unconsciously pulling a smile, and the sharp light in his eyes had long been replaced by the tenderness like water. He silently stared at the two people on the screen, only to feel that the world was stable and the years were quiet.

But soon, Wang Ma's shouts broke this warm picture, her son trembled uncontrollably, the healthy redness on his face faded in an instant, revealing a terrified expression that was very familiar to Ning Sinian.

Wang Ma appeared at the door, shouting loudly for Ning Wangshu to pass, but Wei Xiyan took two quick steps and slammed the door shut. Miraculously, Ning Wangshu stopped shaking, and pulled on Wei Xiyan's thigh, his face full of admiration and attachment, as if Wei Xiyan was his hero.

Ning Sinian stared at the screen in astonishment, her heart sank until she fell into the icy abyss. He faintly felt that he seemed to be deceived. He clicked fast-forward and saw Wang Ma frantically smashing the door, and after the door opened, she rudely dragged her son over, her hideous expression showed how malicious she was towards her son.

Ning Sinian canceled the fast-forward immediately, Wang Ma's vicious voice penetrated his eardrums - in the future, he is not allowed to stay with that bastard Wei Xiyan, or I will skin you! Not only is Wei Xiyan a bastard, but you are also a bastard. If you don't obey me, I will throw you into the river and drown. Your dad has a new wife and will have many children in the future, so he doesn't care about you at all.

I see! It turns out that Wang Ma treats her child like this in private! Ning Sinian's forehead burst with blue veins, and he was so angry that he almost lost his mind. At this point, if he can't see the truth any more, he's a complete fool.

Thinking of giving her son to Wang Ma just now, Ning Sinian suddenly got up and ran out.

When Ning Sinian came back, Zhou Yunsheng quietly went back to his room, turned on his brain, and hacked into Ning Sinian's monitoring system every minute. Zhao Jun is very careful in his work. To prevent other people from entering and leaving, even Ning Sinian has installed several monitors in his study and bedroom. Zhou Yun Sheng adjusted the screen in the study, stirring the coffee while admiring Ning Sinian's flickering face.

Having seen enough, he took a sip of coffee, walked to the door and stared at Ning Wangshu and Wang Ma who were watching the ducks on the lawn. Ning Wangshu's arm was pinched by Wang Ma, standing in place, not daring to move, his small body trembled slightly, obviously in extreme fear.

If Zhou Yunsheng was still the villain, Zhou Yunsheng, he would definitely strode over to break Wang Ma's neck. But he is Wei Xiyan now, and Wei Xiyan's hands can only be used for painting, and cannot be stained with blood.

What a pity... He lowered his eyes and sighed, and when he heard Ning Sinian's hurried footsteps, he immediately turned back to his room.

Ning Sinian, who bumped into Wei Xiyan in the corridor, was stunned for a moment, feeling guilty and embarrassed, but his son was still in Wang Ma's hands. When he ran to see Zhao Jun standing not far away, staring at Wang Ma, his heart was slightly relieved.

Ning Wangshu lowered his head, shrugged his shoulders, and stood stiffly beside Wang Ma. Wang Ma held a goose-yellow duck in her hand and tried to rub his cheeks with its soft fluff. His eyes widened to the limit because of fear. It seemed that Wang Ma was not holding a cute little animal, but a man-eating monster.

He was afraid of being beaten and had lost the courage to resist. But his relatives turned a blind eye to his pain, and even handed him over to the devil again and again.

No wonder he would be full of resistance to himself; no wonder he would hold grudges against himself; no wonder Wei Xiyan just closed a door, but in exchange for his eyes so attached and worshipped.

Ning Sinian's heart was repeatedly cut by these belated awakenings, and the pain was unstoppable. At this moment, he almost couldn't hold back the tears.

However, he is the head of the Ning family, a business overlord known as a 'cunning fox'. When he came to his son, he had already packed up his mood, smiled and hugged his son into the room, and said softly, "Look at it. You, you are playing with dirty things. Dad helps you take a bath. Wang Ma, go and help the baby steam a custard."

Wang Ma did not suspect him, so she put down the duckling and went to the kitchen.

Ning Sinian returned to the bedroom with his son who didn't say a word, didn't cry or laugh, closed the door tightly, put him gently on the bed, and squatted in front of him, his usually stern brows showed deep sadness and guilt .

"I'm sorry baby. I'm sorry Dad." He kissed his son's forehead over and over again, but he could no longer see a trace of movement in his son's eyes.

Ning Wangshu was so disappointed with his father that he was completely numb.