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

The old man was trembling - not with pain or sadness, but with anger that he had never felt in his life.

If anger is too much, the body will react as well.

His brain was buzzing, and his vision was blurry. He didn't even realize that he was shaking like a sieve. Even his lips were trembling, and the finger he wanted to point at Wen Rong was shaking even more: "You...are you really possessed? How have you been deceived by those bad friends? Do you really think they are doing this for your own good?!"

"Dad." Wen Rong felt a little sympathetic again, and took a step forward to push his finger towards himself, "I'm here - you see, you're presbyopic, why can't you let me be a little free? Which entrepreneur or CEO in his fifties is still controlled by his father and even restricted from making friends?"

"That's because they are useful! They are striving hard! They don't need to worry! Their parents handed the group to their children because they were truly carrying on the family business! What about you? Who the hell do you think you are? You've only been in power for a few days and you don't even know your name! You're hanging out with a bunch of mud rats who aren't even worthy of polishing our shoes! It's shameful! Shameful!"

“……”Wen Rong’s expression changed.

As if it was stuck tightly with layers of glue, his face was fixed there firmly, the corners of his mouth twitched nervously twice, and his pair of eyes, which were usually deep and beautiful, burst out with great humiliation, unbearable anger, and a hatred that almost bit people.

"You useless thing! You can't even do something like buying an IP, and you're angry with a small painter for the sake of face, and you dare to drink and play with women with those frogs in the cesspool all day? Do you think that your actions are secretive and no one knows? If there are a few people who are interested, they can easily find out your itinerary by tracking you. You don't have the most basic vigilance, and the most basic ability to judge people is terrible! Do you think those bastards really worship and admire you? They are treating you like a dog and you are still complacent?!"

The old man continued.

He was like a passionate orator, spitting everywhere under the bright lights. This time, at close range, he finally aimed at Wen Rong's nose, and the scolding became even more vicious.

"I shouldn't have been so impulsive and handed over the inheritance to you! If I couldn't take over when I was in my thirties, how could I take over when I was in my fifties? I should have admitted that I did give birth to a useless thing! If I had known this would happen, I would have let Ah Can continue to be in charge of the group no matter what. Even if his temperament has changed drastically now, he is still tens of thousands of times better than a useless thing like you!"

The excited old man apparently didn't notice that his son's expression was becoming more and more terrifying.

If it was a fusion of several negative emotions at the beginning, then as the insults continued and the old man's saliva continued to spray on his face - the hatred in Wen Rong's eyes continued to expand like black ink, until it swallowed up all the more complex emotions, leaving only deep hatred.

When the whites of his eyes began to turn bloodshot, he once again violently grasped the old man's hand that was pointing at his nose.

The old man's passionate speech was interrupted. He thought that this unfilial son was going to laugh at his presbyopia again, so he said fiercely: "What are you doing? Even if my eyes are blurry..."

His blurred vision due to rage indeed prevented him from seeing his son's movements clearly - he seemed to be truly insane, staring at the old man who was still scolding, while unconsciously grabbing the ashtray on the table.

The ashtray was lifted high up -

The light from the crystal lamp refracted through the ashtray and pierced into the old man's blurred vision. He squinted his old eyes in confusion.

The sound of wind was heard - but was stopped by a sudden loud warning the next second.

"Master!"

Wen Rong's hands froze.

His brain instinctively made him put down the ashtray without thinking.

The crisp sound made the old man realize it belatedly, but he still couldn't believe it, so he stood there motionless, like a fossil, even his pupils were motionless.

Wen Rong had already let go of his hand and quickly turned to look in the direction where the sound came from.

It was the housekeeper who was coming down from upstairs who shouted, but the person he was shouting - he followed the gaze and looked over, only then did he see Wen Can, sitting motionless in a wheelchair in the elevator that had just opened.

Wen Rong: ...

He was not sure whether Wen Can had seen it or not, so he subconsciously raised the corner of his mouth and shouted in extreme panic: "A Can is coming down... When did he come down?"

"..." Wen Can lowered his eyes, raised his hand to press the elevator that was about to close again, and then operated the elevator to come out, "Just came down, were you and grandpa arguing?"

His tone was calm and he didn't seem to care.

Wen Rong forced a smile and said, "How dare I quarrel with your grandfather? He is the one who scolds and teaches me a lesson."

As he spoke, he picked up his clothes and said in a slightly flustered tone, "You should accompany your grandfather for dinner tonight. Dad has an appointment and needs to go out."

Wen Can said "OK" lightly, and also reminded him to drink less.

Wen Rong looked at him with some surprise and said, "It's rare to hear that you care about Dad." He seemed to want to stay because of this sentence, but he was afraid or dodged and quickly glanced at the pale-faced old man, and finally left quickly.

After Wen Rong left, Wen Can slowly drove his wheelchair to the old man, turned his head and stared at him: "Grandpa, what are you doing?"

The old man slowly turned his head to look at him like a robot, with no emotion in his eyes except shock, until he met his grandson's dark eyes that seemed both gentle and indifferent.

Wen Can's voice came softly to his still buzzing ears: "Did you and my dad really not have a quarrel? When I came out, I just saw my dad put down the ashtray - he couldn't have wanted to hit you, right?"

“Of course not.” The denial was completed before he even woke up. After the old man woke up with a shudder, he continued to confirm the answer without any regrets, “I wanted to beat your father. Now that he is the chairman of the board, he doesn’t want to be beaten obediently, so he snatched it from me.”

Wen Can looked at him.

Because he is in a wheelchair, the young man's eyes are looking upwards from a young age.

The light fell into his pupils, like two pure black ice beads, rolling into people's sight with incomparable coolness, as if it would penetrate into people's heads and hearts until it could see clearly all the emotions and thoughts under this old body.

Wen Shengtian did not dodge.

He used his knowledgeable mind and experience to calm his heartbeat, and looked back steadily: "What? Do you think your father dares to do something to me?"

As he asked this question jokingly, the old man felt a wave of uncontrollable sadness and bitterness surge into his heart like a tsunami, and he looked away as if nothing had happened.

But at that moment, I felt that I was completely seen through by those eyes.

But Wen Can retracted his gaze and said calmly: "No, of course he wouldn't dare."

The question Ye Kong asked that night came to mind: "What is the scene you least want to recall in your life?"

He maneuvered his wheelchair towards the restaurant, with his head lowered, a smile as shallow as a ripple appearing at the corner of his mouth.

The scene flashed before my eyes - the elevator opened and closed several times, and the sinister confrontation outside the door appeared again and again like a scene in a movie.

Before being discovered by the housekeeper, he had been sitting in the elevator, watching and listening to everything happening in silence.

And now, he suddenly wanted to know, if he asked the old man the same question, what would his answer be? Would his answer include those images just now?