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

Only the grandparents and grandchildren had dinner.

Originally, Qin Zheng was supposed to be the guest, but the housekeeper knocked on the door and asked her if she wanted to dine in the room. Qin Zheng, who was very good at reading people's expressions, immediately agreed.

There were few people today, and we were eating in the small dining room. There was a long table, with the old man sitting at the main seat and Wen Can's wheelchair parked at the lower table.

While waiting for the food, the grandparents and grandchildren didn't speak to each other for a long time.

It was not until the first appetizer soup was served that the old man barely stopped the trembling of his fingers under the table, cleared his throat and asked: "A Can, how are you getting along with Miss Qin recently?"

"Not very good." Wen Can replied coldly, "Not interested."

"It's okay if you're not interested." His attitude towards this suddenly became extremely tolerant. "You're still young, you can still choose."

He picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of soup, but didn't rush to put it into his mouth. Instead, he said casually, "How long do you plan to rest before you return to the company?"

"Grandpa," Wen Can glanced at him, "Have you forgotten that I have cancelled all positions in the group?"

"What's the big deal? Just arrange it again. Are you still worried that someone will disobey you?" The old man laughed. "A few days ago, several of your uncles asked me about you. They all wanted to know when you would go back. They were all scared by other shareholders. Even the employees in the company forum are urging you to go back. They said that they are motivated only when you are at work."

He sighed and said, "You haven't been to the company for such a long time, you may not know that our headquarters has changed the design again. You still have to listen to the voices of shareholders and employees from time to time, otherwise you won't know the situation when you go back, and you will have to spend more time to understand the situation."

"..."

Wen Can finished the small bowl of soup in silence, put the bowl down, and then said lightly: "Grandpa, you forgot again. You clearly confirmed it with me many times, and my answer has never changed - I will not return to the company, not temporarily, but forever."

Snapped--

As soon as he finished speaking, the spoon was slammed on the table. The soup splashed out and stained the old man's cuffs, but he didn't even look at it. He just stared at Wen Can sternly with a pair of turbid eyes: "What nonsense! I pretended to agree to you because I was afraid that you would have a problem with your mentality! Do you really plan to live like this for the rest of your life? Look at what you look like! A car accident has crippled you? It's just a disability! You really should go and see how energetic the athletes in the Paralympics are! You are born a thousand times richer than them, but your ability to withstand blows is not even one ten-thousandth as good as theirs!"

The auntie who was serving the food stopped at the door and didn't dare to come in. Wen Can glanced at her and asked her to come in.

"What are you talking about? What's the point of you taking such good care of your health every day? You are so young but you are more decadent than an old man like me! If you continue like this, I don't think you will have to eat or use your brain anyway!"

The old man angrily ordered the aunt to take the dishes away.

The footsteps hurried away, and only the grandparents and grandchildren were left in the small dining room.

Wen Can sighed slightly, put down the chopsticks he had just picked up, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, and then raised his head leisurely and looked at the angry old man in the main seat: "Grandpa, I'm sorry that I can no longer meet your expectations, but you still remembered it wrong."

He stared into those fiery old eyes and said slowly, "You remembered it wrong again - I was not disabled by one car accident, but by two car accidents."

The old man was taken aback.

"I'm only 27 years old, but I've already been in two serious car accidents."

The man's gloomy and flat voice echoed in the small dining room, bringing an inexplicable chill.

“The first car accident took my mom away.”

"The second car accident took away both of my legs."

"Two car accidents made me a son who lost my mother, and turned me into a disabled person who has to rely on a wheelchair for the rest of my life. I know that athletes in the Paralympics must be stronger than me, and I also know that there must be people in this world who have suffered a hundred times or a thousand times more than me. But there is no way. This is my limit."

"I'm completely devastated, Grandpa."

The old man stared at him blankly, and he felt that the pair of dark eyes were oozing out dark coldness bit by bit, and the curse-like haze that could not be dispelled was filling the entire room bit by bit.

"I really don't know how to cheer myself up - I have asked myself countless times why it was me, why I had to suffer misfortune again and again, and all my time and brain were used to struggle with the answers to these questions. Just being able to maintain my dignity as a decadent disabled person instead of a crazy person has exhausted all my strength. You can't ask me for more."

"Because you've never experienced what this feels like, have you?"

Wen Can said: "Whether it's seeing your loved ones die tragically in front of you, or watching yourself become disabled - you've never experienced it, right?"

"..."

The old man looked at him, but seemed not to see him at all.

There was no focus in those cloudy eyes, they just stared at a certain place very hard, and then uttered a voice that they themselves did not know: "If... Ah Can, if one day you suddenly found an outlet for revenge, what would you do?"

Wen Can's gloomy eyes suddenly moved: "What do you mean?"

"...If, if the first car accident was not caused by the car, but a collision with another car that killed your mother, what would you do?" The old man came to his senses and found that he could not take back what he said, so he licked his dry lips and asked cautiously: "Just like the second time, I thought you would find a way to... do something to the perpetrator, but you just let the law punish and the judge judge, you didn't even meet the perpetrator - I mean, maybe, you are not as cynical as you think, you have never been radical, you have never gone to extremes, you have always been a gentle and good child, maybe you can..."

"Do not."

The man's voice was like a knife that had been soaked in the snow on a winter night, lightly and coldly cutting off the delusion hidden behind the old man's cautious tone.

"My mom is more important than my legs."

"If I could bring my mother back to life, I would be willing to take away my hands, legs, eyes, ears, nose and mouth, and turn me into a human pig who lives to the age of eighty and remains clear-headed."

He said lightly: "Do you know what this means?"

"This means that I still cannot accept my mother's death."

"And if there really is someone who can be an outlet for my revenge." He raised his eyes and said calmly, "I must make him die."

"And it cannot be a simple and clean death, but one that must be tortured to the fullest, and die in endless despair and anger."

"..."

Ding--

The old man's hand accidentally touched the spoon, and the spoon hit the empty bowl, making a crisp sound.

Wen Can looked over and only caught a glimpse of the old man's slightly trembling hand which he quickly put down on the table.

Meeting his gaze, the old man pulled his face like a painted skin and forced a smile: "I'm old, and my hands and legs are shaking a lot recently."

As he spoke, he lowered his eyes, picked up the spoon and pretended to drink the soup, and sighed, "I often think that fate is really unpredictable. God is sometimes so unfair. He just wants to bring misfortune to our family and leave us no place to vent."

Wen Can withdrew his gaze, there was no emotion on his face or in his eyes, like a deep well that only absorbed but never reflected light.

"Yes." He said, "It's a pity that God is not a human being and cannot be killed."