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"Where have you been? You're back so late."

The silver wheelchair still carried the coolness of the night breeze, and it made almost no sound as it rolled over the carpet and into the hall.

But under the dim light, the old man looked like he had been waiting for a long time. His face was old and tired, and all the wrinkles on his face were visible in the light. However, his eyes were still sharp, and his wrinkled eyelids drooped down, covering half of his pupils, making the exposed half of the turbid pupils look even more harsh.

Being stared at with such eyes, Wen Can in the wheelchair remained indifferent, just glanced at him calmly: "I'm in a bad mood, I'm going to relax."

"Going to relax at two in the morning?"

"I stayed up until 2 a.m." Wen Can stopped his wheelchair and turned to look at the old man. "What about you? You stayed up until 2 a.m. at your age. Was it just to catch me, your grandson, who came home late?"

"..." The old man's eyes were fixed on him like x-rays. After a while, he sighed deeply and said, "It's to catch you who didn't come home at night. He hasn't come back to sleep for three consecutive days."

"There's no need to yell." Wen Can calmly looked away, "He must be busy socializing outside - you should be happy."

"Do you really think so?" The old man stared at her more and more sternly, with some invisible doubt and suspicion in his eyes, as if he wanted to cut open the man's head and see into his consciousness.

Wen Can glanced at him and said, "What else can he do? Do you still suspect that a guy like him who doesn't come home at night is fooling around?"

"...You have a point." The old man slowly relaxed his expression, "But it won't work in the long run. I just want to tell him this. After all, health is important."

"Yeah." Wen Can responded indifferently and was about to leave, but was stopped again.

"There is one more thing Grandpa wants to ask you." The old man said calmly, "What do you think of Qin Zheng?"

"..." Wen Can pulled the corner of his mouth, "Don't treat it as a woman."

"So what kind of woman do you like? Grandpa can help you find one."

"If you don't know, you might think you're going to buy them for me - are they goods that you can pick and choose?" A sharp irony flashed across his voice, and then he nonchalantly changed the subject to cover it up. "I just broke up, Grandpa, you're asking me this question now, and I can only give one answer - I like women like Ye Kong, but can you find me another Ye Kong?"

"...Ye Kong is not suitable." The old man said, "He is too rebellious and restless, and is not suitable for our Wen family."

"..." Wen Can, who was casually moving the wheelchair, stopped again. After a few seconds, he turned around and looked at the old man, "Then is my mother suitable for the Wen family?"

"..."

In the sudden silence, Wen Can continued as if he hadn't noticed: "You were so satisfied and liked my mother at the beginning. Was it because you thought my mother was a good fit for the Wen family?"

"...your mother," he paused, and an extremely complex and indescribable expression gradually emerged on a wrinkled face in the dim light, as if regret, pain, and a very faint flash of shame. He shifted his gaze from Wen Can without leaving a trace, and said lightly, "Your mother is not suitable, but she can adapt - and how can Ye Kong compare with your mother?"

"Yes." Wen Can retracted his gaze, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a mocking and smiling manner, "How can Ye Kong be compared with my mother? She will never be like my mother - and she never needs to be like my mother."

The last sentence was too faint for the old man to hear clearly, but he was too lazy to ask further questions.

"But, if you really are so opposed to getting married, or if you don't have such plans for the time being -" The old man was silent for two seconds, and then continued, "Your cousin wants to adopt Wen Lang to your father, but your father said he wants your opinion - what do you think?"

"..."

Wen Can didn't speak for a long time.

The old man looked up and saw only the straight back of the man sitting in the wheelchair.

The light only enveloped him with a faint edge, casting a huge shadow on the opposite wall.

The old man couldn't see his front, he could only see the motionless shadow - yes, it was clearly motionless, but in this long silence, it seemed as if something had grown out of the human-shaped black shadow, covering the entire space with its fangs and claws bared, hideous and twisted, making even the old man who had seen the world and was accustomed to wind, frost, rain and snow couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

He immediately raised his eyebrows and asked, "A-Chan?"

"Being adopted by him is equivalent to being adopted by my mother." The voice from the back was unexpectedly calm. "It also means that I have to be on good terms with him in the future, and go with him to sweep my mother's grave, and listen to him call my mother 'Mom'?"

"That's right, but you can skip this step if you don't like it..."

"There is another way." Wen Can raised his voice to interrupt the old man, his tone piercing with coldness, "Adopt Wen Lang to me, let Wen Lang call me dad and your great grandfather - it's done in one go, and I don't have to get married, how do you think?"

"Nonsense!"

"Why did I act so silly?" Wen Can suddenly turned his head.

Wen Shengtian heard a terrible sense of oppression and danger from this rhetorical question, but when he looked up and took a closer look, the expression on the man's face was pure curiosity and confusion, as if the feeling just now was all his illusion. So he choked up for a moment and said, "Your cousin is of the same generation as you for no reason. Isn't this nonsense?"

"How can he be considered my cousin?" Wen Can smiled. "Counting Wen Lian and that bitch who had a fight with Ye Kong, they are all poor relatives who beg for money. I don't understand why you, Grandpa, are really interested in him. Don't you care about genes? That family is so useless that they probably gave birth to a bunch of useless people. What's there to care about?"

"..." The old man looked at him in shock, as if he was meeting his grandson for the first time. "Ah Can, when did you become like this? How could you say such ugly words? Calling an elder... calling him that? And what do you mean he had a quarrel with Ye Kong? It was obviously Ye Kong who was so arrogant that he made him kneel down..."

"Isn't that what they deserve? Who told them to mess with my fiancée?" Wen Can shrugged. "Grandpa, you can't think that a poor relative is more noble and important than your grandson's fiancée, right?"

"...That's not what I meant." The old man looked like he had a headache. He pressed his head and decided to change the topic related to Ye Kong. He said, "It seems that you don't agree to the adoption."

He took a deep breath and continued, "Then you have to wait for the day when your father remarries. You refuse to get married and do not agree to adoption, but before I close my eyes, our Wen family must have a reliable descendant."

He raised his head again, his eyes and tone carrying a hint of threat: "Ah Can, adoption requires your consent, but your father's remarriage should not require your consent, right? You don't want your father to be alone for decades to come, right?"

"casual."

This time Wen Can answered quite decisively, and after saying these two words he was about to leave.

When everyone was almost in front of the elevator, the old man's voice suddenly came from behind.

Faintly, like a will-o'-the-wisp, it drifted to his ears: "A-Can, it seems like you haven't called your dad for a long time."