Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

"You are an orphan too."

The woman's voice spread in the air, causing Ye Kong to stop.

She heard her voice mumbling in her sleep.

"I heard that you are already very successful, a genius, and have made a lot of money that we probably can't even imagine in this lifetime. You are already so rich, why do you still want to look for your biological parents? Why do you still want to go to that home that is so strange to you?"

Ye Zhen, who was sitting at the corner of the table, raised his head silently, his eyes filled with gloom, and his hands involuntarily pressed against the table top.

"You've grown up so much, and you're still so capable, but you still want to go back home and have normal parents and enjoy normal family love - why don't you give Xiaocao the same rights?"

The woman turned around with tears in her eyes, looking at Ye Kong's back, with hatred almost revealed in her eyes.

Under such gaze, Ye Kong just smiled easily.

"No," she said. "You're confusing cause and effect."

"It's not that I'm so powerful that I still want normal family affection, but because I'm powerful enough, I have the qualifications and rights to pursue anything I want - because I know I can afford any consequences."

"But your daughter obviously can't yet."

She tilted her head and glanced at Xiaocao who was staring at her without blinking. The corners of her mouth curved slightly, and she said lightly, "When she grows up one day and can live well without my support, and she still longs for the love you can give her, she will come to you herself."

"When the time comes, I will naturally not stop anyone - because everything has nothing to do with me anymore."

She turned her head and walked out, and when she was almost at the door, she suddenly thought of something.

"Oh, by the way, as for your question about whether you are afraid that she will hate me?" The girl paused and smiled, "Of course I am not afraid."

"What I fear least is other people's love or hate."

"Rather, the more the better."

Her steps were as light as her tone and smile.

The girl's figure had disappeared outside the door for a long time, but an indescribable feeling still lingered in the air, leaving several adults stunned and unable to react.

After a long time, the woman finally sat down dejectedly, covering her face and crying sadly.

But her child was standing behind her, staring motionlessly in the direction where Ye Kong left, with sparkling eyes and his little hands clenched tightly.

It was not until Xiao Zhi bumped into her shoulder with a smile that she turned around and started eating without saying a word.

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"Dean."

In the evening, after dinner, Ye Kong went straight into the studio.

Tu Wan, who had nothing to do, wandered around the orphanage and finally found an old man sitting in a rocking chair and enjoying the breeze on the roof of the teaching building.

She has always been the most polite person. If Wen Can was the unattainable beacon for the second generation of Yuzhou, then Tu Wan has always been the most accurate benchmark among the second generation - perhaps there is no second generation more standard than her in the whole country.

This standard means that it is neither too much nor too little, and it just hits the mark of being an excellent rich second-generation.

But some people have also said that, from another perspective, there may be no second-generation person who can see through the rules better and play with the rules better than Tu Wan.

Such a person, in front of President Sun, naturally could easily win the appreciation of the elders with his words and actions.

After sitting down on another chair, Tu Wan gracefully poured tea for the old man and started chatting naturally over the tea leaves.

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