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

The only light in the study was a crackling fire in the grate.

The old man's breathing sounded like the air in the fire, extremely scorching, as if it would dry up completely at any moment.

He seemed to have used up all his self-restraint and control to allow himself to take several deep breaths, then simply turned to look at Wen Can and said, "A-Can, what do you say?"

Wen Can finally came to his senses and asked, "What do you mean?"

"What can he think?" Without waiting for the old man to speak, Wen Rong said gently, "Acan has wanted to retire completely a long time ago. His wish is to be able to do whatever he wants instead of being held hostage by the company or career. You have already handed over the management rights to me, so why are you still giving Acan such a stressful position as the legal representative?"

"Do you think being a legal representative is an easy job?!"

The old man blurted out, knocking his cane hard on the ground and then pointing it at Wen Rong, "If something happens to the company, the legal person will be the one to be found! The legal person will go to jail first, did you know that!!!"

"..."

"..."

The study suddenly fell into silence.

Before Wen Can responded, Wen Rong's face twitched nervously: "So what do you mean? Keeping Ah Can as the legal person is to make him take responsibility for the group?"

"I..." The old man's face twitched, and his eyes quickly swept over Wen Can, "I didn't mean to..."

boom--

The ashtray on the table was suddenly smashed away by Wen Rong.

It wasn't aimed in the direction of the old man, but the loud noise of the ashtray hitting the wall still made the old man feel as if he had been slapped in the face. The mood that originally wanted to explain suddenly turned into anger and disbelief of being offended.

He almost gritted his teeth and looked at Wenrou: "You dare!"

"I originally thought that you insisted on having Ah Can be the legal representative because you thought he had a good character and was trustworthy. Now it seems that's not the case at all."

Wen Rong slowly stood up from the wide chair.

The middle-aged man, who is in the prime of his life, is obviously much taller than the old man, whose body has become withered due to aging no matter how imposing and majestic he is.

His face was surprisingly gloomy, and he walked around the chair and slowly walked towards the old man: "But I really didn't expect that you would have such a terrible reason for not letting Acan resign as the legal representative."

"That's not what I meant." Wen Shengtian's face was equally gloomy.

"It's so disappointing and so chilling."

Wen Rong seemed to not hear him at all, nor did he intend to listen to him. He just stared at him with red eyes: "Why? You were so good to A-can before. You treated A-can much better than me, your only son. Because A-can was good enough and filial enough, and met all your expectations of the children of the Wen family, so I think it is understandable that you poured much more love into him than I did, but - what about now?"

"And now I love him just as much!"

"You lied. What comes out of your mouth is the truth." Wen Rong said, "Listen to what you said just now? When something happens in the company, the legal person should be found first? The legal person should go to jail first? So you want to prevent the change of the legal person? Just because his legs are crippled and he doesn't want to be in charge anymore, he is of no use to you and the group, right? No... no no no, I was wrong, he is still useful! How great you are! How wise you are! Even if my son is crippled, you can still find a use for him! Even if his brain is useless, his body can still contribute to you and the group? Even if he is crippled, he can still be the person responsible for going to jail first when something happens, right? This is really making the best use of everything! In your hands, can you squeeze out the moisture from even kitchen waste and sell it to Africa in exchange for something? You are so great and wise! No group chairman in the world can do accounting as well as you! No father or grandfather in the world can train people as well as you! You are really the smartest businessman and the greatest educator! Awesome! Really awesome!"

When he got excited, Wen Rong raised his hands and clapped twice.

The angry crisp sound was like two hard slaps on Wen Shengtian's face. He was so angry that his head felt dizzy and stars appeared in front of his eyes.

So this time he raised his hand and slapped Wen Rong back without any hesitation, like a vicious counterattack with all his strength.

He thought that this slap would be enough to cause damage to the other party, but the old man had become weak due to excessive worry and staying up late, and was trembling with extreme anger. Even if he slapped him with all his strength, how much strength could he have?

Wen Rong didn't even turn his head away.

He touched his face as if he was scratching an itch.

The anger faded from his face, and his expression became extremely cold. He looked at the old man as if he were an enemy or a stranger. He spoke slowly with a tone full of contempt, yet with pity and many complex emotions: "I am so disappointed, father."

He said: "If what I desperately wanted, worked so hard for and went crazy for when I was young... your respect, expectations, and warmth - are just such fragile things, with a golden appearance but rotten inside - then I have to admit that I have really failed in my life."

Wen Shengtian was shaking as if he was ill.

But his ferocious hands still held the cane tightly, forcing himself to be pinned there, trying to keep his trembling old body from toppling over, from shaking as if it had been hit hard.

——This is actually very pitiful.

Because he is old enough.

No matter how hard you take care of yourself, the smell of decay will always be revealed in the wrinkles, drooping eyelids, white hair and shrunken body.

But Wen Rong didn't show any emotion.

He was immersed in his own world, his eyes seemed to be looking down at the man he had always looked up to, and seemed to be looking through the past when he looked down at him and his boat had sailed through thousands of mountains. His tone became ethereal, as if he was about to become an immortal in the next second: "But it doesn't matter."

He said vaguely: "My failure also means your failure."

"When I thought about how someone like you—who firmly believed that you lived to create great things, who regarded the family as your belief and the group as your child, and who would never allow or even imagine yourself failing—would actually encounter such a complete failure, I immediately felt balanced."

"Since you haven't quit yet." Wen Rong suddenly bent his lips and showed a short, hallucinatory smile, "In this life, I don't seek success, I just seek happiness."

The light shone on Wen Rong's face, making this light yet inexplicably solemn smile seem full of divinity.

And this light was reflected into another pair of eyes not far away that remained silent.

——The scene of the two similar-looking selves, a middle-aged self and an old self, confronting each other at a head-on confrontation, was completely captured in those black eyes.

There seemed to be a storm in his eyes, but it was all hidden under the deep and calm water.

He said nothing, just blinked his eyelashes lightly.

It was like a black butterfly flapping its wings silently, or like the shutter button of a camera being pressed repeatedly - the picture, the smile, the voice not far away were constantly refreshed, magnified, frozen and preserved in this camera, but I didn't know where they would be used.