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

Wen Can returned to the Wen residence today after a long absence.

It is the day planned for halfway inspection of results.

And just as he expected, the results were fruitful.

The atmosphere of the entire Wen family has become different.

The servants were no longer afraid of him and treated him as an ordinary master...even a master lower than Wen Lian.

The butler was still respectful to him, but that was all. Compared to the treatment he had received before when he was placed on the same position as the old man, it was a world of difference.

But this is not intuitive enough.

When he saw the child Wen Lang sitting beside Wen Rong's legs in the hall of the main house, eating fruit obediently, while Wen Lian and his mother were sitting on the sofa opposite chatting, and the old man was sitting on the single sofa with his eyes closed to rest - he realized that his long journey was finally coming to an end.

The first person to see him was Wen Lian.

The man couldn't help but reveal a vicious and smug smile on his face, but he quickly put it away, turning it into a restrained and weak look. He was about to open his mouth to remind everyone, but Wen Rong had already noticed it.

"Acan is back?" Wen Rong almost stood up from the sofa.

But he quickly restrained himself.

Just as if he had realized that his identity was different, he showed a helpless smile on his face - helpless at himself, and then patted Wen Lang's head: "Alang, go and call brother."

Wen Can saw the little boy looked at him curiously, then curled his lips with disdain and pity, but said the exact opposite: "Uncle, I'm scared. This brother bullied mom before..."

The woman turned her head impatiently to look at Wen Can, showing off the pride on her face as if it were a trophy: "Alang, stop talking nonsense. The one who was rude and bullied last time was Brother Acan's fiancée, not Brother Acan..."

"Then let his fiancée come and apologize to us, otherwise I won't call you brother." The little boy hugged Wen Rong's calf, opened his eyes wide and began to act coquettishly, "Uncle, okay?"

As the woman's face was about to overflow with pride, Wen Rong's expression unexpectedly turned cold, and he shook the boy's hand away with a little force.

He stood up and said, "A-Chan is my only son. Is it your turn to set conditions before calling him brother?"

His tone was strangely cold, almost chilling with murderous intent: "I think you have lived in this manor for so long that you have forgotten who you are?"

"..."

Wen Lian and her family of three were so shocked by this sudden change that they forgot to react.

Wen Lang looked at him blankly, aggrieved and habitually wanting to rush over and act like a spoiled child: "Uncle, A Lang was just joking with Brother A Can..."

Before he could pick her up, Wen Rong walked away impatiently: "You have no right to joke with my son."

He walked towards the expressionless Wen Can, and his expression suddenly became gentle, just like the good man before: "Ah Can, you're back? Dad called you so many times these days but you didn't reply. Why do I think you've lost weight again? How did Auntie take care of you?"

Wen Rong's face was gentle from the front, but his back looked surprisingly cold to Wen Lian and others, which was simply astonishing.

The woman was obviously confused by his change. Her little son cried and threw himself into his arms again. She stood up holding him and subconsciously wanted to say something: "Sir, Alang... Alang is ignorant, please don't blame him..."

Wen Rong was already pushing Wen Can's wheelchair over here.

Hearing this, he only glanced at her, frowned slightly and said, "The child is ignorant, and the adults are also ignorant? Cousin's wife had better not spoil the child with bad things behind his back. Other things are fine, but if he continues to be so disrespectful to A-can, our family doesn't have to keep you and your son here as guests..."

"Ah!" The woman was so frightened by his ruthlessness that she screamed, but the next second she covered her mouth with a pale face, and quickly hurried out carrying the crying child.

Wen Rong didn't look at it any more.

After he pushed Wen Can in, he went over and woke up the old man who was resting with his eyes closed: "Dad, A Can is back."

The old man slowly opened his eyes.

The old man's eyes were confused for a moment, then quickly became clear and sharp.

Wen Can looked at him expressionlessly, but got a teasing snort in return: "You haven't been back for such a long time, I thought your legs were broken and your family ties were gone, and you were planning to leave the Wen family and not recognize your grandfather and your father."

"Dad, what are you talking about!" Wen Rong frowned and looked at Wen Can. He then said, "Besides, even if he doesn't recognize you as his grandfather, A Can will definitely recognize me."

A smile appeared on his face, just like many years ago when he was just a powerless Mr. Wen, who always played games with Wen Can. Occasionally, when he won or cheated Wen Can, he would smile with pride and satisfaction.

He smiled with a familiar look and said proudly, "Achan grew up on my back and neck. I even promised him that I would build him a boat and travel around the world with him."

In this warm and ordinary world, Wen Lian sat alone on another sofa, feeling restless, her heart bleeding, like an outsider.

But he didn't know that Wen Can, who was at the center of the topic, was even more out of the picture than he was, and his heart was as desolate as weeds.

These nice words are the wind.

When the wind blows, the weeds just rustle.

Who will feel warm and sprout out because of this wind that is as sharp as a knife and carries poison?