I was driven crazy, my biological parents regretted it

"I'm going to be famous! I'm going to be truly famous! I'm going to be a great painter who will live forever! Second sister, do you know, I'm going to be famous!"

Han Wenyi was so excited that she pulled Han Wenxuan's arm and shouted in a low voice.

This pull completely brought Han Wenxuan back to reality from her shock, and she looked at Han Wenyi with a confused face.

"What fame? How to become famous? What are you talking about?"

Although Han Wenxuan heard what Han Wenyi said, her mind was in a mess and she was completely unable to organize these contents into useful information. She was still confused.

"It was the scene just now! Han Zhe and Fang Ting broke through the secular rules, broke the shackles with violence and blood, and finally came together and gave a kiss of love! Firm love, violent destruction of feudal shackles, shock and amazement of ignorant people, and incompetent onlookers, passers-by, what a great irony!"

"After this work comes out, I will definitely become a great artist like those famous painters in history!"

"Let the world remember my name, Han Wenyi! I will be another monument in the long history of painting!"

Han Wenyi's eyes did not have any fear, only excitement and expectation for the great works he would create in the future. This madman-like state made Han Wenxuan furious.

"Wenyi, have you become crazy from painting? Don't you know what happened just now means to our Han family?"

"The stock price of our Han Group will plummet, we will lose hundreds of millions, and our social resources will be lost in large quantities! We may never be able to return to the comfortable life in the past! We may even face a serious blow to our careers, need to pay a large amount of compensation, and may face imprisonment. Do you understand?"

Han Wenxuan really can't stand her third sister. She is simply a lunatic. The Han family is about to fall, and she still has the mood to think about painting.

A painting and the future of the entire Han family, doesn't she know which is more important? !

Han Wenyi looked at her second sister Han Wenxuan with disdain. She now regrets that she should have shared her joy with her earlier. This vulgar woman doesn't understand how shocking and tempting what happened just now is to artistic creation.

Compared with the masterpiece that she is about to create, what does it matter if a few people are disabled or die? Even if the Han family is completely ruined and she becomes a poor ordinary person, what does it matter!

Didn't the famous painter Van Gogh also live a life of hardship? ,

So what?

She, Han Wenyi, is the same kind of person as Van Gogh. She is a great painter who uses his artistic life to paint the world. As long as she can achieve success in art, everything else doesn't matter!

"Second sister, I always think that although you are just an actor, you are at least engaged in artistic work and can understand my feelings to some extent. I shared it with you, but the result is..."

"You disappoint me so much. You are still just a foolish vulgar person."

Han Wenyi looked at Han Wenxuan with disappointment, contempt and disdain.

Han Wenxuan was shocked. She didn't expect Han Wenyi to say such a thing.

"You are a psychopath! You are hopeless!"

Han Wenxuan cursed angrily.

Han Wenyi was not angry, but just chuckled.

"You don't understand the world of geniuses. I have nothing to say to you. I'm going back to create."

After Han Wenyi finished speaking, he turned around and left in his studio.

Only Han Wenxuan stayed there, stamping her feet in anger, worrying about the future of the Han family.

The guests left one after another, and even Fang Shizhong glared at Han Zhenghui angrily, and then left with his remaining troops.

Han Zhenghui didn't care about that, and took Han Wenjie to the hospital.

The huge hall of the Han family was peaceful, joyous, and lively not long ago, but it turned into a mess in an instant, with broken arms and limbs, and even the smell of blood floating in the air, which was disgusting.

Han Wenxuan stood there alone, not knowing what to do.

Until a familiar figure appeared.

"Big sister, you're here."

Han Wenxuan was in a panic, and saw the most capable big sister in the Han family besides her father, and immediately rushed to greet her.

"Well, don't be afraid."

Han Wenzhen looked at Han Wenxuan, who was in a panic in his arms, patted her back, calmed her emotions, and then instructed.

"Mother was frightened just now and fainted. She is resting upstairs. You go to accompany her. I will handle this."

Han Wenxuan nodded obediently, then went upstairs to find her mother and handed the scene to Han Wenzhen.

"Auntie Wu, ask everyone to clean up. It must be restored to its original state before dawn tomorrow."Mother Wu was also frightened. After hearing Han Wenzhen's order, she was still a little worried.

"Miss, don't you need to call the police first?"

Han Wenzhen glanced at Mother Wu, and his tone was a little colder.

"Nothing happened, and there is no need to call the police. Do you hear me?"

Mother Wu was shocked and nodded repeatedly, indicating that she understood. She immediately asked the servants of the Han family to start cleaning up the scene.

She naturally didn't understand why she didn't call the police, but she still heard the displeasure in Han Wenzhen's tone.

She was afraid, but she didn't want to lose her job.

Han Wenzhen didn't call the police, of course, for his own reasons.

Although the Han family was angry about Han Zhe's revenge, once Han Zhe was arrested, it would be even more impossible for him to sign the donation letter. Han Wenjie would have to wait for death, and he could only choose to keep quiet and pretend that nothing happened.

"Han Zhe, the Han family won't care about anything, but you offended Fang Shizhong, injured his men, and took away his daughter. You... take care of yourself."

Han Wenzhen shook his head with mixed feelings and turned to look at the moon outside the house.

What a beautiful moonlight, but it is also full of sadness and melancholy at this time.

It is said that people with different moods see different meanings of scenery.

At this time, Han Zhe and Fang Ting were on the balcony of their father Li Hu's house, enjoying the same moonlight, but they felt very romantic.

"I really hope this moment can last forever."

Fang Ting snuggled in Han Zhe's arms, looking forward to it happily.

"Although it's a bit murderous to say it now, I have to tell you that I have a terminal illness and I only have one year left."

After Han Zhe finished speaking, he exhaled deeply. Obviously, after being reborn again, it was not so easy for him and Fang Ting to say such a cruel thing.

"I know."

Fang Ting smiled and answered, but the answer surprised Han Zhe. He turned Fang Ting's body and asked in surprise.

"You know?"

Fang Ting reached out and stroked his face, smiling gently.

"I love you so much, of course I have also observed your whereabouts. I naturally know that you went to the hospital for treatment. With the power of our Fang family, it is not difficult to find out what disease you have."

Han Zhe was relieved, and then asked with a smile.

"Then you are still willing to be with me. Aren't you afraid that you will be sad when I leave?"

Fang Ting shook her head, looked into Han Zhe's eyes, and said firmly.

"The day you die, I will not live alone. I will accompany you to leave this world."

"In this case, why don't we enjoy the rest of our lives?"

"And this may be a good thing."

"There is only one year. Our love will not fade away in time. We will always love passionately. That means that our love will become eternal!"