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

The mountain wind blew powerfully from the distant sky.

The forest waves surged, and the girl's long hair was blown like a flag.

She slowly stood up and turned to look at Wen Can who had fallen to the ground.

Half of his body was crushed by the wheelchair and he looked very embarrassed, but he did not get up immediately.

Even the assistant who was rushing over from a distance was stopped by his gesture.

The hand slowly swung backwards in mid-air, and his assistant retreated silently.

On the entire mountain top, there was only the empty mountain breeze.

Ye Kong took a step forward hesitantly: "Are you... okay?"

"..."

Wen Can didn't say anything. He just laughed inexplicably, then stretched out his hand to push the wheelchair away and stood up by himself.

Ye Kong's eyes moved, his pupils slightly tightened, and he stared at the man as he stood up from the ground.

From the first time we met officially, he had been sitting in a wheelchair, a "disabled" person who was shorter than everyone else.

A "disabled person" who never gets up from his wheelchair even when alone at home.

He stood up in front of her now.

The wind was blowing, and Ye Kong had to look up at him.

Wen Can, who was sitting in a wheelchair, always gave her a feeling that he had no bones. No matter he was gloomy and cold in front of people, or gentle and peaceful behind others, he could not get rid of his decadent and lazy temperament.

But Wen Can, who stood up, seemed completely different.

It was as if I could hear the crisp sound of bamboo joints growing inch by inch within this body.

He became tall, slender, naturally dazzling and unapproachable.

In just such a short moment, Ye Kong suddenly understood why those people had that expression when they saw him in the wheelchair when they first met him at the Ye family banquet.

The normally untouchable prodigy fell into the abyss. People still remembered how high and mighty he was, the center of attention, yet they felt secretly happy about his fall - they had the illusion that they could get close to him, and maybe even receive his joy.

In this way, I feel both fear and longing; both regret and excitement.

"..."

Wen Can took a step forward, shortening the distance between them, and looked down at the girl in front of him: "Why aren't you talking?"

He said slowly, "This is the first time I've stood up in Yuzhou since the accident. As the only witness, don't you have anything to say?"

"...My pleasure? And," Ye Kong looked at him and blinked, "So you are so tall..."

"Is this what you want to say?"

"Before, when you were alone in your place, you didn't get up. Could it be that here..." Ye Kong gestured, "Is this open-air place safer than the villa you live in?"

Wen Can glanced at the wooden house in the distance and vaguely saw the shadows of his assistant and store manager through the glass window.

"Here," he paused before continuing, "are all my mother's people."

"So you trust them?"

"...No, because I hold the fatal handle on them."

"..."

Ye Kong's absent-mindedness was somewhat broken. She looked at him speechlessly, and after a moment suddenly took half a step forward.

She had only moved half a shoe's length forward when her nose had already touched the man's shirt button.

Wen Can remained motionless, looking down at the top of her head calmly: "What are you doing?"

Ye Kong silently raised his hand above his head, then moved it smoothly in front of him.

Her slender fingers just touched his Adam's apple, and then she pressed that spot with her fingertips as if making a punctuation mark.

Wen Can was stunned for a moment and swallowed involuntarily.

The Adam's apple moved up and down on the girl's fingertips.

Ye Kong subconsciously shouted: "Don't move."

Wen Can: ...

Ye Kong pressed his Adam's apple, took a step back, looked at him carefully, and frowned in dissatisfaction: "Why am I only here now? How tall are you?"

"..." Wen Can stood there, still calm, but his voice was a little dry, "187."

"Then I'm not short, it's you who are too tall. I think I'm a little taller."

Ye Kong was about to withdraw his hand when his eyes suddenly stopped on the man's shirt.

Thinking of the necklace she had just hooked, her fingers slid down involuntarily——

The girl's soft and slightly cool fingertips left the man's Adam's apple and moved down along his slender neck, bringing with them an electric sensation.

Wen Can's pupils dilated for a moment.

When the girl's hand was about to reach his chest, he grabbed her hand in time.

Because he used too much force, there was even a popping sound.

Ye Kong was startled, and when he looked up he met Wen Can's staring eyes.

"What are you doing?" he asked in a tight voice.

"I want to see your necklace."

"…Just use your mouth."

"..." Ye Kong was stunned for a moment and tilted his head strangely.

After her black and white eyes rolled slightly, she suddenly stood on tiptoe and moved towards the man's neck.

It was not until the skin near the collarbone felt the soft coolness of the lips that Wen Can pulled the person away.

"..."

Ye Kong stumbled back, but was steady by the hand that was firmly grasped on his wrist.

"What are you doing?" she asked dissatisfiedly.

"What are you doing?" Wen Can lost his composure for the first time after being shocked, his voice tense to the extreme.

"Didn't you ask me to use my mouth?"

"I asked you to speak with your mouth, not to..."

Wen Can suddenly stopped talking. After his chest rose and fell rapidly for a moment, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath as if admitting defeat. Then he let go of Ye Kong's hand, took off the necklace that he had worn around his neck for many years and had never shown to anyone else, and handed it to Ye Kong.

Ye Kong took it and took a look, a little surprised: "Another hourglass."

There is a clear glass bead on the chain, and a tiny gray hourglass is embedded in the glass bead.

Ye Kong held it up, facing the sky, and turned it gently.

The hourglass in the bead tilted over as a result, and fine grey sand fell from its narrow neck like snow.

"It's quite pretty."

But she only took a quick look at it before returning the necklace.

"It seems that you really care about time. Not only do you have hourglasses all over your study, but you even carry them with you."

The girl's fingertips lightly swept across the man's palm, and the next second, she turned around and sat back without any concern.

Wen Can held the necklace and looked at her intently for two seconds with bated breath. Before the next mountain breeze blew, he withdrew his gaze and sat down in the wheelchair again.

"You want to get engaged soon, is it also because time is tight?"

"You could say that."

Wen Can tied the necklace back around his neck, and when he looked up again, his expression had completely returned to calm.

"So, are you willing to promise me?"

"Our agreement is only for one year, haven't you forgotten?"

"Of course, even if the engagement is brought forward, our relationship will remain the same."

Ye Kong blinked, raised the teacup and raised it forward: "Fiancé?"

Wen Can smiled and raised his teacup to clink with hers: "Fiancée."

·

Wen Can sent the person to school.

When Ye Kong got off the car, he was holding an exquisite dessert box, which was said to be made by Wen Can's newly hired dessert chef.

"Is it the same one as last time?" Ye Kong asked before getting off the car, "If it is, you have to urge him to study hard, otherwise I think he will be unemployed."

“…Is it that unpalatable?”

“It’s like eating plastic.”

Ye Kong took the box and left.

Wen Can sat in the car and watched her receding figure. He only let the driver drive away when she was about to disappear.

On the way, Wen Can kept his head down to handle official business, but he didn't turn a page of the report for a long time.

After a long time, the driver heard his husband suddenly let out a long breath.

The car window was lowered silently, and the man leaned back in his chair, staring absentmindedly out the window for a long time.

Then, he suddenly raised his hand and pressed the skin under his collarbone with his index and middle fingers.

It was clearly not the location of the heart, but it had been feeling slightly hot since that oolong lip print had rubbed against it.

Wen Can lowered the window even lower, let go of his hands, let the cool breeze brush across his skin, and closed his eyes silently.