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

"No." Qin Zheng's heartbeat was unstable, but her tone was calm and certain. "I accidentally heard Wen Can and his grandfather arguing. Because it was too late, they probably thought I was asleep and would definitely not come out, so they told all these secrets in the hall..."

"Does anyone else in their family know about this?"

"The only person present was the butler. Other servants were banned from the main house a long time ago."

"Okay, keep this secret first and don't tell anyone. Find a way to get Wen Rong and Wen Lian's hair - we have to get solid evidence before we can negotiate with them."

"..."

"Why don't you speak?"

"...I just thought that spreading the news now would be more conducive to our cooperation. Shouldn't we draft a specific agreement right away? By the time I get the hair and do a paternity test, I'm afraid it will have been signed."

"We can't give up greater and longer-term interests for the sake of a small profit in front of us. Where have you learned all the things I asked you to learn in the past few years?" Mrs. Qin said unhappily, "Okay, do as I say. You must be careful not to be caught by others, otherwise they will control us instead of us controlling them. Even if you are caught, you must get something that can be used for exchange, understand?"

"...I understand, aunt."

After the stern warning, it was replaced by gentle consolation and praise.

Qin Zheng answered the call absentmindedly and hung up.

After sitting in the room filled with white fog for a long time, she couldn't help but look at the white wall. Although she couldn't tell the direction at all, she seemed to see Wen Can's face through the wall.

That pale, gloomy face, as if the whole world was sorry for him.

Did he anticipate his aunt's reaction and therefore feel comfortable telling her the secret?

However, even if her aunt really got the paternity test, there is a great possibility that she will continue to keep this secret in consultation with Wen Rong - this matter will still not be made public.

Or will he do something about it when the time comes?

But even if he succeeds, it can only damage Wen Rong's image, and there will be another Wen Lian to share the family property with him... Isn't this a thankless task?

Even if Wen Rong's image is damaged, it will not affect anything. The worst that can happen is that he will turn from a perfect good man into a common cheating man. He already owns the entire Wen Group. Does he still care about these things?

-

The call is over.

Wen Rong stood on the carpet in the private room, holding his cell phone, tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and took several deep breaths.

Until someone cautiously walked up to him and handed him a glass of wine: "Boss Wen, come on, calm down, don't argue with the old man - all fathers are like this, and our father is the same."

Wen Rong then turned around, took the wine and drank it all, then shook his head and said with a wry smile: "But I'm not like this as a father - the person I love and admire most in this world is my son, and I used to have a wife..."

Having said that, as if he had swallowed a bowl of bitter water, he sighed dryly and stopped talking. He sat back on the sofa and continued drinking.

When he noticed the silence around him, he looked up and found that the men and women had disappeared without a trace: "Where are they?"

"Hey, how can you be disturbed when you are on the phone with your family? I would have kicked you out long ago!"

"Why chase them away? It's not easy for them to earn a little money." Wen Rong said with a smile, "Call them all in."

"Great! These young men and women are so lucky to have a guest like you today!"

One person stood up and went out to call people, and the remaining few people poured wine, drooped their shoulders, and handed out fruit.

Wen Rong smiled and shook his hand to indicate no, and said casually: "You have been drinking with me for a few days, and today I let you see me being scolded by my father. We are not outsiders anymore - if you have the contract with you, take it out and sign it tonight."

Everyone was shocked and looked at each other for several times before they shouted with joy: "Boss Wen, you are so straightforward! I have worked for so many years and never dreamed that one day I would meet a boss of your status and with such a magnanimous and charitable character!"

"Come on! Let's drink! President Wen! You drink one cup, I'll drink three... No, five cups! I thank you on behalf of my men!"

"This is a real good person. Isn't it popular to be a people's entrepreneur now? What is hyped up on the Internet is just marketing. When they see Premier Wen, who doesn't discriminate against small people and small companies, they are the real people's entrepreneurs!"

"No wonder the Wen family has become so big..."

……

The signature was completed in one go.

The seal was placed in the colorful lights.

Wen Rong lay down on the sofa with a comfortable look on his face, closed his eyes with an unprecedented sense of security and supreme happiness, and began the most comfortable and worry-free sleep in his life - with the premonition and determination that he would fall asleep so happily in the future.

The assistant and the bodyguard stood on both sides of the sofa, looked at each other, and fell silent amid the lights and wine in the room.

·

Wen Can's face was reflected on the glass.

He looked out at the dark night with an expressionless face, his eyes slowly sweeping over the houses with lights on.

He remembered the look in the old man's eyes as he tried to avoid the topic, and what he said to him in a calm and earnest tone afterwards - "Grandpa won't live much longer. When I die, you'll only have your dad. Grandpa just wants to see our family live in peace and the company develop smoothly..."

The thin lips silently curved up into an extremely sarcastic smile - at this moment the face on the glass was almost wanton and crazy, hatred and contempt, pain and despair, mixed into an expression that was so strange and cold that it was not like a human.

Then, what gradually became clear in the sight was the emptiness outside the window turned into the reflection on the window - the hourglasses in the room stood quietly under the light and were reflected on the glass.

Hourglasses - Everyone thought that those hourglasses represented his high self-esteem, but only he knew that they were tombstones.

They are gray tombstones that will flow and decay over time.

The three characters "Chi Wandao" were carved on it with blood and fire.

He looked at them every day, keeping his eyes open until dawn listening to the sound of flowing sand, but fortunately, it was finally coming to an end.

Wen Can raised his hand, touched his reflection on the glass, and murmured softly, "Sleep well."

"Soon, you will be the one who can't sleep at night anymore."

He picked up the small hourglass that had been hanging around his neck through his clothes, put it to his lips and kissed it.

Like a sigh, he let out a long, very light breath.

·

At the same time, Ye Kong, who couldn't fall asleep, got up, sat on the bed for two minutes, and decisively chose the latter between "staying up late to finish the manuscript" and "playing".

She grabbed the pillow and climbed up, went up the stairs to the rooftop, and in the dim light she crawled into the tent that had just been set up tonight.

There was everything you need inside, including a large folding sofa - of course, Wen Can had brought up the parts for the sofa first, and then the two of them assembled it together.

I don’t know where he gets so much strength when he has been pretending to be disabled for a long time.

She fell on the sofa, clutching the pillow, and pulled the quilt to cover herself.

Five long minutes passed. She huddled up in a ball out of the cold, then she got up dejectedly and went downstairs, planning to add something warm to the tent tomorrow, and then she began to paint obediently.

The calendar next to her showed that she had two days left before her next submission.

This time, she planned to go to the studio to hand in the manuscript in person.