If the family could only afford to educate one child, Ye Wenyu wouldn't have had any complaints.
But while the eldest branch managed to send both their sons to study fairly, his parents had always only thought about having him earn money so that Wenxuan could have enough capital.
Especially since Wenxuan had gone to school, their mother always fussed over him with such warmth, but when facing him, she would just tell him to work hard so that when Wenxuan grew up and became an official, he would also take care of his good-for-nothing older brother.
Ha!
No one knew that every time he heard these words, Ye Wenyu would feel a piercing pain in his heart.
He had hands and feet, he didn't need anyone's support, he could work, but he didn't want to become the tool his mother spoke of, to earn money for Wenxuan's future.
They once were very poor, yet he felt full of drive; now that they had money, he felt as if life had lost its meaning.
