While the Ruanlin Family was harsh, Xiu Xi also covered Ruan Jiaojiao’s eyes at once.
He didn’t want her to see such a scene.
Ruan Jiaojiao wanted to see and struggled a few times, but Xiu Xi’s hands were tightly pressed, so when she tried to pry them away, someone came over, lifted her from behind, and walked into the courtyard while holding her at the waist.
With a "bang," the courtyard door closed, silencing Liao Zhaoji’s cries of despair.
Xiu Xi let go of his hands that had been covering her eyes.
Ruan Jiaojiao glared at him, a bit annoyed, but seeing how heartbroken Ruan Wei was crying, she didn’t pursue the matter further. Instead, she walked beside Ruan Wei, noticed the bruises on his arm, took his little hand, and lead him to the main room, "Wei brother, I will take you to put some medicine on."
Ruan Wei, sobbing heavily, let himself be guided by Ruan Jiaojiao into the main room.
Ruan Jiaojiao sat him down on a stool, was about to go get the medicine when Ruan Wei grabbed her hand—the snot bubbles were emerging as he sobbed and choked out, "Sister, will I never have a mother again?"
"Who needs that kind of mother!" Ruan Chi yelled from the side, his eyes bloodshot.
Ruan Wei paused, then burst into an even louder wail.
Ruan Jiaojiao didn’t know how to console him. She had once lived over a decade without family, not even knowing who she was. At one point, she had even thought she was the only cat in the world... That loneliness, if it weren’t for the wolf that appeared later... she didn’t know how she would have coped.
She thought that maybe her past life had been too lonely, so in this life, the heavens had compensated her with such a loving family.
She took out a handkerchief from her pocket and, trying to act properly, wiped Ruan Wei’s nose while comforting him, "Brother Wei, don’t be afraid. Even if you don’t have a mother, you still have a father, and grandma, and Jiaojiao, and so many brothers..."
Ruan Wei at first nodded, then, as he was nodding, suddenly pushed away the handkerchief she was using to wipe his mouth, "Wait a minute..." His expression cracked, he looked at the handkerchief with his snot on it, and couldn’t muster any more tears, "Isn’t that used to wipe my nose? Why are you wiping my mouth with it?"
Blinking her eyes, licking her lips.
"Well, both the nose and mouth are on your face, there’s no need to differentiate between high and low, right?" Saying this, she stuffed the snotty handkerchief carelessly back into his embrace, "It’s yours now, I’ll go get your medicine."
"..." Ruan Wei, pursing his lips, holding the handkerchief, was moved yet also suspicious—why did he feel that something was off?
Ruan Jiaojiao quickly found the medicine and applied it to Ruan Wei, then pulled Ruan Chi over and saw his arm was bruised too, although not as badly as Ruan Wei’s, so she applied a little medicine to him as well.
"All done," she clapped her hands, setting down the medicine bottle.
Quite pleased with her handiwork.
Actually, sometimes Ruan Jiaojiao really couldn’t understand Liao Zhaoji. If you say she was unfeeling, her deep love for her natal family said otherwise. Yet if you say she was sentimental, then why was she so cruel to her little brothers?
Don’t they say children are like pieces of flesh torn from their parents’ bodies?
How could she not cherish her own flesh and continuously harm them?
Ruan Jiaojiao had added a catalyst to their divorce matter last time, and as of now, she felt no regret. She didn’t know much, but she learned many things from the Ruan Family, such as love and fondness.