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

The study door was tightly closed.

The hourglasses of various sizes on the antique display cabinet reflected the light, and the honey-colored halo twinkled like stars, making the figure of the man who was making tea with his head bent down seem even more silent and mysterious.

Qin Zheng sat on the sofa in the corner, a very large and soft sofa. Like Shang Xing, she sat upright with her head slightly lowered, and from time to time she raised her eyes to look at the man's profile.

For a long time, the only sound in the whole room was the gurgling sound of tea gradually boiling in the porcelain.

Along with the heat evaporating, Qin Zheng's growing uneasiness and inexplicable fear also evaporated.

When she felt like she was about to suffocate, she finally couldn't help it: "Can I...can I leave now?"

Every word was trembling, and the last word was almost not uttered.

Wen Can then raised his head and looked at her, seeming very surprised: "Why are you so nervous?"

Qin Zheng: ...

She almost broke down and cried, thinking, if you want to kill me, just do it quickly.

"Why would I kill you? You're just a thief. At most, I'll charge you with stealing information. Even if you go to jail, you'll always be able to get out and start a new life."

Qin Zheng then realized that she had spoken out her true feelings without realizing it.

The man picked up the small and exquisite teapot in a calm tone, shook it, and began to pour water into the teacup.

His movements are as graceful as in a textbook, and he could directly play the role of a young master from a wealthy family with just a change of costume.

He poured the first cup of tea, and then filled the second cup before handing it to Qin Zheng. He waved at her with his other hand, as casually as if he was calling a kitten or a puppy: "Come, have some tea."

“…It’s already very late.”

"It's late, aren't you busy? If I don't come in, can you stay busy until dawn?"

"..."

The man's hand holding the teacup was so steady that it seemed as if it could be kept steady until the end of time. Under the dim light, his eyes had lost their usual gloom and coldness and appeared as gentle as amber, yet for some reason they seemed increasingly deep and creepy.

Qin Zheng was frozen for too long. When the man slightly moved his eyebrows, she immediately jumped up as if startled and walked over to catch the teacup - it would be more accurate to say that she snatched it from Wen Can's hand rather than caught it.

Wen Can: ...

He watched the woman quickly finish the cup of boiling hot tea, and then asked him with her scalded mouth: "I'm done, can I leave now?"

Wen Can smiled and said, "No."

Qin Zheng: ...

Qin Zheng let out a long sigh, returned to the sofa as if giving up, and sat down with drooped shoulders.

"If you have anything to ask, ask it, just don't tell my aunt."

"I do have something to ask." Wen Can fiddled with the teacup slowly, "I hope Miss Qin can answer honestly."

Qin Zheng looked up at him strangely.

"Your aunt, why do you think there's something wrong with my relationship with Wen Rong?" He seemed really curious, looking up at Qin Zheng and asked, "Is it my problem?"

"...No." Qin Zheng wondered why he asked that. Did his question mean that there was really a big problem between him and Wen Rong? Or was it possible that the father and son had already split up? Was it just to keep pretending for the sake of family harmony and group stability? So he asked this question because he wanted to know who was exposed between him and Wen Rong? Or was it that there was no problem between them and he was wondering why outsiders thought there was a problem?

Qin Zheng was almost confused by herself. Just when she was about to give a quick answer, she met the man's calm and peaceful eyes.

"I hope Miss Qin can answer honestly. Otherwise, you have to pray that you will never be exposed. There are surveillance cameras in my room." He pointed at the antique shelf and smiled. "The day I find out you are lying, the picture of you sneaking around as a thief will be on the front page of Nangang. No matter who you are, whether you are the lady of a rich family or the eldest daughter of the Qin family, I promise that you will be given a grand and impressive show."

Qin Zheng: ...

Looking at the quiet hourglass on the shelf reflecting the light, Qin Zheng couldn't help but shudder.

The excuse she had made up was swallowed back. She lowered her head and said slowly, "Because at the birthday party that day, when Ye Kong gave you the first gift... it was the glass lampshade with the picture of your mother..."

Qin Zheng glanced at Wen Can cautiously, and saw his drooping eyelids and expressionless face. For some reason, she dared not look at him anymore. She retracted her gaze and spoke faster, "My aunt said that if he really loved his long-dead wife, his first reaction should be to be moved, nostalgic and shocked, but he...but his expression looked more like unhappiness, anger, and even a little bit of avoidance as if he didn't want to face it or look at it any more..."

Wen Can slowly picked up the teacup and took a sip: "So, what does she think?"

"She thought that maybe your father had an affair when your mother was still alive, so she felt guilty when she saw your mother's portrait and was unwilling to face it."

Qin Zheng didn't look up.

So no one saw the slight curve in Wen Can's mouth.

It was a rather sarcastic and aggressive micro-expression.

But it quickly disappeared.

Wen Can poured himself another cup of tea and suddenly said very straightforwardly: "Your aunt guessed right."

Qin Zheng raised her head in shock, met his gaze and quickly lowered it again: "I...I won't tell anyone."

"..."

"I won't tell my aunt either!"

"…What if your aunt asks?"

"..." Qin Zheng lowered her shoulders. "I will tell her that I have gained nothing. You have a good relationship with your father and grandfather. She is wrong."

Wen Can seemed to smile: "That's not necessary."

Facing Qin Zheng's surprised expression, he continued: "You can tell her everything you found out, but the prerequisite is that you can find evidence."

Qin Zheng looked at him as if he were a lunatic.

Wen Can said calmly: "I am disabled."

He said, "Do you know what kind of person I was before I became disabled?"

He pointed to the bookshelves around him and the documents that Qin Zheng had just flipped through: "These cabinets have been emptied halfway, and all the things have been moved to Wen Rong's place, including a large safe containing the group's most valuable secret contracts and account books, as well as the Wen family's heirlooms - all of these were mine before."

“……” Qin Zheng seemed to understand a little.

Wen Can let out a sigh of relief: "Before I knew he had an affair, I thought he had loved me and my mother wholeheartedly all his life, but now... I have to wonder if he has another illegitimate child with all his limbs intact..."

Qin Zheng opened her mouth slightly.

Wen Can raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes like two bottomless pools: "I already have a suspect in mind, and he is in this manor."

"Ah!" Qin Zheng let out a short scream, but then she covered her mouth tightly with her hands. Her remaining two wide-open eyes stared at Wen Can.

The man curled his lips indifferently, his pale face looking like a ghost without any life in the underworld: "Guess who it is?"

“…How can I guess?” Every face unconsciously began to turn in his mind.

The Wen family manor is very large, and there are many children from the side branches living here, but Qin Zheng thinks that the candidate should be among the inconspicuous service staff such as gardeners or security guards, otherwise it would be too challenging to ethics and morality... Although there are many things that are not allowed to be seen in the public, the Wen family is after all...