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

In the study room which was only separated from him by two walls.

Wen Rong was sitting behind his desk, tapping the table mechanically.

Wen Lian stood in front of him awkwardly and called out carefully, "Uncle."

Wen Rong said nothing for a long time before glancing at him and slowly said, "You still need to work harder. I'm like your grandfather. I don't ask you to do better than A-chan, but at least don't make mistakes."

"..." Wen Lian nodded, her tone a little sad, "I will try my best, but, what about Ah Can?"

His slightly tentative tone elicited a long sigh from Wen Rong in response.

"Your grandfather...really trusts him and loves him."

The middle-aged man leaned back in his chair and said in a somewhat complicated, sighing tone, "Even for me, your grandfather's only son, he never gave me such trust and love. No, let alone trust, when I was young, it was impossible for me to even ask for a good face from him."

"It turns out that the relationship between generations is still close..."

He sighed and shook his head: "But, Ah Can is in this state, he can't continue to be the heir of the Wen family. Even if he thinks it through and wants to come back in the future, I will not allow the Wen family to fall into his hands again. After all, if he does that, what will become of our Wen family and our Wen Consortium?"

"He's a young man, so he can take what he wants and not take what he doesn't want? Even if he's my son, it doesn't make sense."

As he spoke, he looked at Wen Lian seriously, "Wen Lian, don't you think so?"

"Yes." Wen Lian said respectfully, and then added hesitantly, "Acan, he is just arrogant."

"Yeah, arrogant," Wen Rong leaned back again, tapping his fingers slowly on the table, making a regular and crisp sound.

He seemed to be lost in memories, his expression became distant and leisurely, and after a long while he slowly said: "Just like his mother, he was adored by everyone and became a fairy. Little did they know that if I hadn't given them the status..."

Having said this he stopped talking and shook his head helplessly.

"Forget it. No matter what, he is my son. I can't let him continue to degenerate like this."

"Since he can't wake up on his own, as a father, I must help him."

The middle-aged man thought for a moment and said lightly, "Then let's start with his fiancée."

"Since she is so good at causing trouble, it's not surprising that she would vent her anger on Ah Can, her backer, if she offends some enemies, right?"

The man sighed again and said earnestly: "People are all like this. Only when it really involves them, they know how powerful they are."

"You go and arrange it..."

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After hearing the words, Wen Lian came out of the study. Before she had time to catch her breath, she turned around and saw a wheelchair not far away.

This breath almost suffocated me to death.

It was not until the man turned his head and glanced at him that he finally came back to his senses and heard his own pounding heartbeat.

He walked over with stiff steps: "Brother, how long have you been here?"

The man said nothing, but tilted his head towards him, revealing the earphones in his ears.

Wen Lian subconsciously glanced at his phone, which was still playing the live broadcast.

He then breathed a sigh of relief and raised his voice slightly, "Then I won't bother you anymore."

Wen Lian left without even thinking of confirming whether the headphones were connected to Wen Can's phone.

Wen Can withdrew his gaze only after Wen Lian walked away, and curled his lips slightly.

He looked down at his phone. There was no Bluetooth connection icon on the screen. He just turned off the volume.

And what was playing in his headphones at this moment was a series of "da, da, da" sounds.

That was the sound of Wen Rong tapping the table slowly with his fingers in the study room alone.

But soon, Wen Can took off his headphones and turned up the volume on his phone.

The brisk and melodious melody from the dance party reached her ears, along with the figure of a young girl dancing stiffly as Zhou Song restrained her.

She looked totally out of place among the group of guests who were all feeling very comfortable.

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"You know what? You've stepped on me seven times."

Zhou Song's voice came out in pain.

Ye Kong didn't even blink: "This is the result of my showing mercy."

"..." Zhou Song, who was stepped on again while speaking, endured it and said, "Are you really studying hard?"

"Am I not serious enough?"

Ye Kong asked curiously.

Zhou Song: ...

Well, that's the problem.

From her facial expression to her entire upright posture, the girl fully demonstrated her serious attitude towards learning. However, the more so, the more she demonstrated what it means "the harder you work, the more sad you feel."

"Your limbs are uncoordinated?" Zhou Song asked strangely.

"I thought you would have noticed it at the ski resort."

"I'm not paying that much attention to you."

"Really? Then why did you insist on inviting me?"

After a pause, Ye Kong lowered his voice slightly: "Zhou Song, Master Zhou, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"..." Zhou Song paused, pulled her around, and said, "What do you mean by intentional?"

"You invited me, Du Ruowei, and Li Yin... Even every invitation you drew, and every invitation Du Ruowei drew, were all arranged by you in advance?"

"..."

"What do you want to do? You want to use me and Li Yin to embarrass Du Ruowei? And in public?"

"..." Zhou Song suddenly laughed softly.

The bright and fragmented light of the crystal lamp sprinkled on his face, making his expression unclear. Only his voice was still clear, with an irrepressible smile: "What? Miss Ye San, who was the first to make Du Ruowei lose face like never before, suddenly couldn't bear it?"

"…Don't say such disgusting things."

"That's good." Zhou Song smiled nonchalantly, and suddenly raised Ye Kong's hand and let her spin around. When he took it back, he successfully saw Ye Kong's flustered look.

He continued with a smile: "Then no matter what I want to do, Miss Ye San just needs to watch the show."

"But you used me." Ye Kong said solemnly, and suddenly swung out a hand and pushed Zhou Song out.

Zhou Song: ???

Zhou Song, who was thrown out and had to do a female step, was pulled back with a confused look on his face and fell into Ye Kong's hands again.

Zhou Song: ...

"I don't like being taken advantage of, especially without even saying hello."

Ye Kong continued.

She was shorter than Zhou Song, but her eyes looked down at him coldly.

Zhou Song was stunned for a moment before he pulled the corner of his mouth and looked away: "You really are...very competitive."

"Then I owe you one."

Zhou Song looked at her again and said, "If you need any help in the future, you can come to me."

"My name, Zhou Song, is still very useful in Yuzhou."

The man's smile became bright and flying again, just like Ye Kong's first impression of him.

A confident young master from a wealthy family who does not hide his love, hate, likes and dislikes.

Ye Kong narrowed his eyes at him and smiled without any emotion: "It seems that Miss Du has offended you seriously."

"maybe."

There was only a thin layer of smile left on Zhou Song's face.

His sight fell on the light spot in the void. The diamond-like sparkling light spot was distorted in his eyes and turned into an old hairpin inlaid with rough fake crystals that the girl always pinned on her hair.

But even though it was so cheap, the hairpin always sparkled in his sight, attracting his attention all the time.

Because they were so curious, the only conversation they had was about this.

It was around one afternoon, his friends were playing basketball, he returned to the empty classroom alone, and saw the girl lying on the table reading a book.

The hairpin flashed in his sight again.

So the young Zhou Song couldn't help but ask: "Other girls pin their hairpins on their bangs, why do you pin it on your hair tie?"

The startled girl turned around suddenly and glanced at him with surprise, a little unfamiliar and a little flustered, and quickly turned back.

When he thought he would not receive an answer, she suddenly raised her hand and took off the hairpin.

"I picked up the hairpin." The girl's cold voice sounded, "I used it to cover the knot on the hair rope. It was too ugly."

The young man was holding a bottle of mineral water that cost twelve yuan, and was stunned when he looked at the hair tie that was obviously broken and forcibly knotted.

At that time, Zhou Song had not yet figured out what love meant.

Until one day, he found the girl, who no longer tied her hair, staggering in an alley filled with garbage and sewage. When he met her eyes, which were as lifeless as black holes even in the sunlight, he realized what he had missed forever.

That hairpin that shone with cheap brilliance disappeared from his world forever and would never appear again.

Zhou Song's throat moved slightly.

He lowered his eyelids, looked at the girl in front of him with dark eyes, and slowly repeated: "Maybe, but even so, I can't be like you and slap her in public, or even poke a bloody hole in her own mother's hand."

"Ye Kong, don't you want to know why I have to get close to you?"

"Actually, I just... envy you."

The song is coming to an end.

The man threw Ye Kong out, just like he had done to her before, but he was a hundred times more graceful.

When he withdrew his hand, their palms touched again.

Finally, it was frozen as a touch that was close yet distant.

Then the man loosened his hand, took a step back, and bowed to her gracefully.

"It is my honor to have you as my dance partner."

"Thank you, Miss Ye San."