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

The theme of the script is a loving father and filial son, and three generations living together in a happy family.

The leading actor is Wen Rong, and Wen Shengtian is a veteran actor who lacks interest but performs his duties conscientiously.

There is also Wen Lian, who plays a vicious supporting role who adds spiciness and excitement to the script with her eyes.

And Wen Can... Wen Can felt like that extra who went to work reluctantly for the final salary, but could only eat and wait for death, and in the meantime had to endure the pain of being disgusted by the overly lifelike acting of the leading actor from time to time.

It seems that it would be better to give employees more year-end bonuses this year.

President Wen looked at Wen Rong's smiling face full of fatherly love and thought to himself: It's really not easy to be an employee.

There was still a long time before dinner, and Wen Can was pushed into the study by Wen Rong without any rejection.

His study has also changed a lot.

The bookshelf that used to be filled with miscellaneous books and global geography books is now half empty and used to store various management-related books and many company documents.

It's a mess, but it has an air of someone in power that's easy to see.

Wen Can was pushed in front of the desk. Wen Rong walked behind the desk, noticed his gaze, and immediately smiled bitterly: "Isn't it funny? Your father escaped all his life, but in the end he still couldn't escape the fate of being buried in documents."

Wen Can: ...

Wen Rong sat down on the chair.

He still looked gentle and modest. He did not act superior in front of him because of his power. Instead, he seemed to be more cautious: "Ah Can, Dad only now understands how difficult it was for you in those years - when you were still young, you were pushed to that position by your grandfather. You worked day and night, met with subordinates and partners day and night. Obviously, you were just a child who liked mathematics, the sea and freedom..."

Wen Can: ...

Wen Rong seemed to remember something, and seemed to become even more dazed.

He suddenly fell silent. After a while, he slowly opened the drawer with a password and took out a photo frame. He stared at it and gently touched the mirror surface: "Do you still remember this photo? It was taken when you were eighteen years old. You and your mother carved an ice castle for me in the snow to celebrate my birthday..."

Wen Can's pupils shrank silently.

It was like a silent undersea earthquake. He was powerless to resist and could only watch the man turn the photo frame around and push it in front of him.

There was a nostalgic and sad smile on his face, and his affectionate voice continued to flow into Wen Can's ears.

"...I still remember that your mother was shivering from the cold. Although she was wearing gloves, her hands were still frozen like radishes. You boys were better than him, but you also had a runny nose. But you both smiled at me...I have always remembered it, and I will always remember it..."

In the photo frame, the woman was grinning brightly and proudly.

She put one arm around the boy's shoulder, ignoring his reluctance, and hooked him to bend over. With one hand she made the same old scissors sign beside her face. Behind them, an exquisite and magnificent ice castle was sparkling in the sun.

Above the castle, there is a small plaque, which is also made of ice, with four words engraved on it: "Wen Rong's Home".

"I really..." The hoarse voice of the middle-aged man penetrated the air, "I really miss your mother..."

Wen Can stared at the photo frame in a daze.

The woman's smile and the boy who bent over reluctantly but helplessly were forever frozen in the sunlight of that day. At that time, they still had countless tomorrows, endless love and dreams, but now Wen Can's face was reflected on the glass - he was sitting in a wheelchair, his face was pale, his eyes were dark, he didn't look like a living person, but more like a ghost who could not be reborn.

The boy's bright eyes and helplessly upturned lips in the photo frame overlap with Wen Can's dazed and cold pupils outside the frame.

In a trance, he almost thought that everything that had happened so far was just a nightmare.

But the familiar yet strange voice still rang in my ears, heavy, nostalgic, and even with a bit of uncontrollable pain and crying: "I haven't dreamed of your mother for a long time, Acan, do you think she has been reincarnated? Will she be born into a good family? Will she still like math in this life? Is she living a good life?"

"..."

No.

In the crowded and messy study, under the cold and bright incandescent light, Wen Can looked at his own eyes in the glass, his pupils tightened like a ferocious beast before hunting - even if one side was a dream, everything in the frame was a dream.

The castle, the snow, the four words he and his mother carved together, the smiles and surprises - they were just shadows built on the ice.

So his mother sank under the broken ice floes, and after he climbed ashore, barely breathing, he looked back and saw the muddy and smelly swamp.

——This is the reality.

——The boy’s beautiful and bright eyes disappeared in the frame, and he saw his own cold and bloody eyes clearly in the glass.

"A-chan," he heard the man ask him hoarsely, "what about you? Do you miss your mother?"

"...I want to." He uttered the word with difficulty and sparingly.

The middle-aged man didn't mind, as if he thought he was in the same grief. After taking the photo frame back and looking at it for a long time, he forced a smile and looked at Wen Can: "Look at me, you finally came home, but I'm still sad - after your mother left, your father didn't take good care of you. I'm afraid your mother will scold me in a hundred years, but after all, that's a long time in the future. Dad will definitely behave well in the future."

He seemed to have made up his mind, and looked at Wen Can and said, "When will you move back home? Daddy won't force you to break up with your girlfriend anymore. Your happiness is the most important thing. Daddy will still take time to go out with you and cook for you like before. We will live the same way as before. When I have my vacation, I will go out to sea with you. How about it?"

"..."

Wen Can looked up at him and found that he was actually serious.

He was stunned.

After so many years of observation and research, he had long learned to distinguish Wen Rong's true words and false intentions from his expression and eyes - but at this moment, he was actually serious?

Does he really want to be a good father?

——Wen Can used a lot of effort to overcome the instinct to laugh out loud.

what is this?

what is this?

Is it that after finally obtaining the power and status that you have always desired, you suddenly feel that the family love that you have always treated like trash is also a good thing?

Did he suddenly remember that his biggest rival was his son after he was finally crippled and no longer a threat? Could he use this crippled man to exploit his father-son relationship?

Or has his acting skills evolved to this point?

No matter which one it is, it really makes me want to vomit.

Wen Can thought this expressionlessly, but replied, "Okay."

He said: "But there is no need to move back for now. I am used to living alone and don't want to come back to have to face other people's faces."

"Who dares to show you a bad face?!"

Wen Rong's expression suddenly became extremely angry, and he gritted his teeth as if he had been offended: "You are my only son, you are the owner of this manor! Anyone who dares to give you a hard time, you will beat them out!"

Wen Can stared at his face and said calmly, "But isn't Wen Lang a guest?"

"Wen Lang?" Wen Rong was startled and frowned, but he did not hesitate and said indifferently, "If you don't like him, send him away. He is just a distant relative who lives here temporarily for A Lian's sake."

"What about Wen Lian?" Wen Can asked calmly again.