Reborn in the arms of a wealthy rival [Transmigration Book]

Staring at Wen Zheng, Wen's father slowly stood up from the sofa. For the first time in so many years, he discovered that this little son whom he had always looked down upon was already taller than him.

"I don't know what you mean by that."

Afraid of Yi Chengyun being an "outsider", Wen's father is not good at tearing faces with the juniors directly. He is confident that the subsidiary's affairs have been done flawlessly, and he doesn't think that Wen Zheng can detect something wrong by himself, so he straightened his back and blamed him bitterly. road:

"I told you from the very beginning that these subsidiaries are for you to start projects and pave the way for you to take over Wen's in the future. We are your parents, so naturally we want to take care of you. If you don't understand anything about the internal affairs of the company, We can sit down and talk. And what have you done? Not only do you not know how to be grateful, but for an outsider, you fabricate unwarranted charges and pour dirty water on your parents. I am very disappointed in you."

As expected of an old fox in the shopping mall who has experienced many battles, he not only kidnaps morally, but also beats him up.

Wen Zheng rubbed his forehead, he could even recite this set of rhetoric from childhood to adulthood:

Because we are your parents, we will not harm you; even if it seems to harm you, it is for your own good; if you are not grateful to Dade, then you are a white-eyed wolf.

"I don't think there's much to learn from bag companies."

Throwing a few pages of materials and cash on the ground, Wen Zheng's chest heaved slightly, trying to restrain the urge to explode, and retorted:

"Of course, if what you're talking about is how to exploit legal loopholes, this point really gives me a lot of insight."

When he was pushed to the forefront in his previous life, he was quickly picked out that he had only taken over as Wen's for half a month, and they questioned him as a scapegoat.

But these subsidiaries, seemingly empty shells, are actually a cover for Wen's father to bribe bureaucrats at all levels.The total number is hundreds of millions, and the legal person of the company is Wen Zheng, which directly proves that he is the mastermind behind the scenes.

"I don't care if I'm a family member or not, you never accepted me anyway."

Wen Zheng had learned to force himself to let go of this matter in his previous life, and his eyes on his parents gradually became colder:

"That's all for now. I have withdrawn all authorizations to the outside world through my lawyer, and I finally advise you to rein in the precipice, so as not to cause fire."

Seeing that several people were left speechless by Wen Zheng's questioning, Yi Chengyun put his arms around his shoulders and asked calmly:

"Finish, leave?"

Wen Zheng took a deep breath, tried to make himself look like he didn't mind, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay."

"Boom."

There was a heavy sound behind him, and hearing that his father's expression changed drastically, he lost his voice and said, "Dad."

Standing in front of the gate was the real head of the Wen family—Old Man Wen Wenshu. The sound just now was the old man's sandalwood cane hammering on the ground, and the living room was instantly silent.

"It's just an old man who is dying, so there is no need to work hard."

Without anger but awe-inspiring glance at the bodyguard who quickly put his hand on the self-defense stick, old man Wen walked forward tremblingly on crutches, stopped two steps away from Yi Chengyun, and said calmly:

"No matter what idiots obstruct, Wen's project of Yonghua Palace will not let it go."

He turned to Wen Zheng, couldn't hide the disgust in his eyes, and scolded in a cold voice:

"As for your unworthy descendant, your mother killed my daughter-in-law, and the Wen family's willingness to let your mother and son in is the utmost benevolence. If you have a dog, it knows to wag its tail at the person who feeds it."

Wen Mu's face turned pale: "Dad..."

Murder is just that.

"I don't think your family is kind to Wen Zheng. If it were me, I would rather go begging than suffer this kind of insult every day and night!"

Yi Chengyun knew a long time ago that Wen Qi and Wen Zheng were at odds, and thought it was just a dispute between brothers, but he didn't expect that Wen Zheng was not considered a part of the Wen family, so he simply refused to show mercy to old man Wen:

"Wen's family style is really eye-opening."

"what do you know?"

Being contradicted by the younger generation, Old Man Wen just twitched his eyelids, and asked back:

"The Wen family didn't feel sorry for him. Grandpa advises you to leave this kind of villain who will repay his kindness. Could it be that the Yi family's family style is to instigate other sons to disobey their parents?"

"He didn't instigate me, you know what you did."

Years of fear of Mr. Wen reached its peak, Wen Zheng suddenly went all out at this moment, and poured out all the grievances he had grown up in front of him:

"Shut me out on New Year's Eve, treat me as a transparent person when eating, because Wen Qi framed me and cut his clothes; day and night brainwashing in my ears that I should not be born, I want to ask where I am I'm sorry Wen's family, I didn't choose my birth, but your son didn't take care of himself, and it was your son who killed your daughter-in-law by committing adultery with other women! You have the nerve to talk about family traditions, shameless!"

"Wen Qi didn't have a mother since he was a child, what's wrong with you letting him?"

The old man Wen's hand holding the cane was bruised, and he couldn't refute the fact that his son was fooling around with other women, but he didn't expect that Wen Zheng would get out of control one day:

"If I give you food, you should be content."

"Didn't you listen to him, I'm from the Yi family now."

Never waking up a person pretending to be asleep, Wen Zheng didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so he held Yi Chengyun's hand tightly:

"What I want is fairness. You never gave it to me. I have parents, but I live like an orphan. By the way, there is one more thing I want to inform you."

Turning around, he looked at the shocked Wen Qi, and said mockingly:

"It's not that you don't have a mother. Qin Jiao can't conceive, and she still failed in the test tube. She just doesn't know that it's my mother who secretly provided the eggs. She is the woman next to you who you looked down on since childhood and spoke sarcastically."

Throwing down the shocking thunder, Wen Zheng pulled Yi Chengyun back, regardless of the messy Wen family, and said resolutely, "Let's go."

The old man Wen raised his crutches, stopped and said: "Stop! Is this a place where you can come and go freely?"

The thick-armed cane hit Wen Zheng, only to hear a muffled "pop", and Yi Chengyun's lips were bitten to bleed, and he gave a warning word by word:

"If senior Wen wants to talk about business, please make an appointment with Assistant Yi. If senior doesn't want his family scandal to be published in the newspaper tomorrow, please step aside."

Watching old man Wen's crutch fall on Yi Chengyun's body, the sound of the wood hitting the man's arm made Wen Zheng's heart twitch, and he was taken out of Wen's house before he could speak.

When the two got into the car, Wen Zheng was already in a cold sweat. After realizing it, he grabbed Yi Chengyun's clothes tightly, his eyes turned red and he asked:

"Are you stupid? That's a log crutch, you really think you're made of iron? Driver! Go to the hospital!"

When Wen Zheng was in junior high school, he was almost broken by old man Wen. This man was out of his mind. The blow just now was definitely not serious.

"There's no need to make such a fuss about going to the hospital."

Resisting the pain and joking, he took out his mobile phone, Yi Chengyun deeply felt that this hit was worth it, and wrote lightly:

"You said you were from the Yi family, and I recorded it."

Wen Zheng laughed angrily: Is now the time to talk about this? !

In short, under Wen Zheng's firm request, the two went straight to the hospital, and Yi Chengyun stopped the person who wanted to follow up in the consulting room in time:

"You can wait here first, or go eat something first."

After the film was taken, the doctor in charge of diagnosis and treatment told Yi Chengyun: "The bones are fine, just apply ointment regularly."

Yi Chengyun tentatively asked: "Don't you need a cast?"

The doctor froze for a moment, thinking he was worried, and comforted him:

"No need, there is no injury to the bones and muscles, just pay attention to it in the past two days."

"Yeah," Yi Chengyun lowered his head and pondered for a while, closed his cunning eyes, and said seriously when he raised his eyes:

"Doctor, I want to ask you a little favor..."

Ten minutes later, Yi Chengyun was satisfied and put on the brace. When he opened the door and saw Wen Zheng waiting outside the clinic, the corners of his mouth almost froze.

The doctor showed a "clear" look, and in front of Wen Zheng, told:

"Although young people won't cause any serious problems, but they have been injured for a hundred days. Try not to put too much burden on the injury in the near future, and please the family members to provide more refreshments."

Putting down a big stone in his heart, Wen Zheng nodded quickly: "Got it."

It was almost noon when the two of them left the hospital. After getting into the car, Yi Chengyun let out a low cough as if nothing had happened, which was very meaningful:

"It may not be convenient to move during this time, please take care of me."

It is rare to see Yi Chengyun so "gentle", and Wen Zheng wasn't used to it for a while, and when he came back to his senses, it was probably because of "injury that made him vulnerable", and he calmly said: "No problem, I am very experienced in fractures, no need to worry about it." Worry."

This is true. Wen Zheng learned to ride a horse when he was a child, and falling five or six times a day was considered trivial; when he became a professional equestrian, injuries were inevitable.

Yi Chengyun chased after the victory and proposed: "Then why don't we go out for dinner today?"

Wen Zheng didn't know what he was thinking, so he asked puzzledly: "Why? If you are injured, you should ask the chef of the Yi family to cook some tonics, right?"

Yi Chengyun held his breath in his throat, and said embarrassingly, "You're right."

Knowing in advance that the boss was injured at Wen's house, housekeeper Zhou Jun rushed out of the villa without waiting for their car to stop. Seeing the injury on Yi Chengyun's hand, he immediately became furious:

"Damn it! How dare they treat the young master like this! Let me take the brothers over to give them some flair!"

"Brother Zhou,"

Yi Chengyun sighed in his heart, Zhou Jun has been with his grandfather for many years, and when he is in a hurry, his quack habits will come out, he said patiently:

"Not at the moment, let's remember this account first, and there will be opportunities in the future."

Wen Zheng next to him couldn't help but click his tongue. How Yi Chengyun manages this group of subordinates on weekdays is obviously not based on the remaining prestige of Grandpa Yi. Otherwise, why did Zhou Jun and others obey him as soon as he opened his mouth? .

"The two young masters were shocked this time."

After the two sat down at the dining table, Zhou Jun hurriedly ordered the kitchen to serve:

"I stewed a nourishing chicken soup, which suppresses the shock."

Wen Zheng replied sincerely, "Thank you."

After drinking half a bowl of chicken soup, Yi Chengyun put one hand on the chopsticks and hinted:

"My left hand is not very good at holding chopsticks, I can't hold them."

Wen Zheng took it for granted: "That's right, why don't you call Sister Li to help you separate the dishes into small dishes, so that it will be more convenient for you."

Yi Chengyun's face sank: "It won't fit on the table like this, and it doesn't feel right to let it cool down."

Wen Zheng paused with his chopsticks, glanced at Zhou Jun who was not far away, and asked hesitantly:

"Then why don't you let Brother Zhou come and pick up food for you?"

Hearing this, the big man who seemed to be able to pick up a knife and cut someone at any time just took two steps back in shock, and stammered while waving his hands:

"I, I'm clumsy, I can't do this, I'm afraid it will burn the young master."

Wen Zheng: ...

"I understand." Promising to "take care of him" first, Wen Zheng resignedly picked up the serving chopsticks and asked in a low voice, "Which one do you want to eat?"

Yi Chengyun couldn't control the overflowing smile: "You like to eat, each have some."

Before Wen Zheng could accept the fact that he would have to feed Yi Chengyun for the next three months, he encountered another big problem not long after.

Before taking a nap, Yi Chengyun half leaned against the table, and the words he said softly were like thunder:

"I can't take off my clothes, can you help me?"