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

Wen Can looked into her eyes.

The lights at night were not dazzling, but just dimly sprinkled down, falling directly into the girl's dark eyes.

She also looked straight at him.

It wasn't aggressive or invasive, just a quiet and patient wait, as if waiting for him to say no at any moment and then naturally changing the subject.

Wen Can stared at her for a long time, and finally said silently: "If it's just a tombstone, she is in the Wen family cemetery."

Facing Ye Kong's strange gaze, Wen Can smiled: "Yes, this is a big family, not much different from those noble families in the feudal era. In order to ensure the longevity of the family, even the location and direction of each person's grave are very particular - and my mother, it is said that her horoscope is very good, and she will bring good luck to both her husband and the family, so the grave is located in a very central location."

There was a faint mocking smile on Wen Can's lips.

Ye Kong looked at him quietly, blinking quietly: "'If it's just a tombstone', does that mean there is a real cemetery?"

"In the flower box."

Wen Can said: "I paid a large sum of money to bribe the guard of the cemetery, and on a... dark and windy night, I dug up my mother's grave."

There was even a hint of a smile in his tone: "So actually, when I heard Yuan Ye digging his brother's grave in the orphanage, I thought it was quite fate."

Ye Kong: ...

"And then it was delivered to the flower box?" Ye Kong asked.

"It's not that simple. I had no legitimate reason to go to Huahe at that time." Wen Can said lightly, "I hid her ashes in my study for more than half a year, and only brought them to Huahe at the end of the year when I went to pay New Year's greetings to my grandfather."

Ye Kong opened his eyes slightly and said, "Hasn't anyone discovered it?"

"In a place like Wen's Manor where there's an aunt every 20 steps and a security guard every 50 steps, it's really hard to hide a big urn."

Wen Can lowered his eyes and smiled, but suddenly seemed to change the subject: "You want to see my mother - in fact, you have already seen her."

Ye Kong was stunned for a moment, and an inexplicable premonition came to his mind.

She saw Wen Can raise his empty hand, reach into his collar, and hook out the necklace with his slender fingers.

A small glass hourglass was pulled out and swayed slightly in her field of vision—the grayish-white sand in the hourglass swayed along with it.

Ye Kong's pupils shrank, and he heard the man say in a very calm tone: "This is my mother."

"The urn is not easy to hide, so I changed the container to hold her."

"Mixed among a bunch of hourglasses of different shapes, it's on the table in my study."

"Wen Rong and my grandfather would come to my study every few days to talk with me." He smiled, "Each of them walked past her, sat down in front of her, talked, and even shed tears - oh, Wen Lian came too."

The man's eyes narrowed. "He cried, too. He said he always thought of my mom as his biological mom. Every time I think of this, I find it very funny."

"..." For some reason, Ye Kong held his breath slightly and stared at his face without blinking.

"Afterwards, I took her back to the flower box. Before the official burial, for some reason, I secretly kept some of her ashes and made them into a necklace."

Wen Can said to her: "I didn't dare let my grandfather know, he would be so angry that he would die."

Wen Can stuffed the small hourglass back into his collar and asked Ye Kong: "Do you think my mother will blame me?"

Ye Kong: ...

She is an atheist.

She never believed that people have souls after death. How could there be an emotion like "blame" in such a void?

But...she didn't want to say such calm words at the moment.

"will not."

she says.

The study room she had seen before appeared involuntarily in her mind.

Everywhere you look, you can see hourglasses of different shapes.

Fine sand poured and flowed freely in the glass, and Wen Can's seat was wrapped in the fine sand - she once thought that those represented time, and represented some kind of self-urging.

And now, in addition to the ever-flowing time, those hourglasses also represent Chi Wandao's death, and even his corpse.

Even though he had already returned the real ashes to the flower box, there was still a permanent noose around his neck.

Ye Kong studied psychology, and she knew very well what psychological suggestion was.

As long as the necklace on Wen Can's neck is still there, all the hourglasses that are almost everywhere he goes will represent the same image - that is Chi Wandao's gaze.

In his world, year after year, day after day, such gaze exists quietly everywhere.

——Ye Kong is an atheist.

She doesn't believe in the existence of the soul.

But even so, she couldn't help but get goose bumps.

Wen Can in front of him was still frowning slightly, looking depressed but also understanding: "You are comforting me. My mother is actually a person who pays attention to being buried in peace. If she knew that I stole her ashes to make a necklace, she would definitely beat me up."

But before Ye Kong could speak, he said gently: "But it doesn't matter. Anyway, my mother can't really beat me. Just think of it as my belated rebellious period. Later...she can beat me however she wants."

Ye Kong: ...

She felt very strange.

My heartbeat inexplicably quickened - not out of excitement or excitement, but a strange kind of panic, similar to the first time when I was a kid and was surrounded and beaten, but I couldn't feel the slightest bit of anger or sadness.

But she didn't have time to dwell on this feeling for a while, she just suddenly grabbed Wen Can's hand that was on her face and said, "Wait for what later?"

She asked a little anxiously.

Wen Can was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to realize what he had said, and said gently: "I will be old and dead in the future, and I won't be able to run away. I guess I can only let her beat me."

"..." Ye Kong still felt something was wrong, but she knew that this was the end and she couldn't get to the bottom of it any further.

After all, they are just a "playful" relationship.

but……

Ye Kong looked up at Wen Can, suddenly raised his hand to hook his collar and pulled him down until their lips collided roughly.

The first time, there was no soft feeling, and it even hurt a little.

Wen Can hissed and said vaguely, "So sudden?"

Ye Kong didn't answer, but just tilted his head back and kissed his mouth as he wanted to speak.

The man was somewhat helpless: "I even suspect... that you have skin hunger."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed the girl more deeply.

This posture is a bit awkward.

Wen Can leaned forward in his wheelchair, and Ye Kong tilted his head on the sofa. Neither of them was a comfortable position, but they were kissing passionately.

Unconsciously, the girl's neck was completely wrapped by Wen Can's big hand again. His fingertips pressed on the girl's ears and rubbed them constantly, which distracted Ye Kong a little.

The distraction was soon noticed.

The tip of her tongue was bitten.

Ye Kong: ...

"Well……"

She raised her hand and pressed Wen Can's shoulder, as if trying to push him away.

But his thumb pressed on the man's collarbone.

The almost sharp and prickly feeling made her pause, and she changed from pushing to stroking.

The girl's fingertips rubbed the protruding collarbone little by little, and the next second she was pressed deeper into the sofa.

She heard the sound of the man's throat sliding.

I don't know whose saliva I swallowed.

Ye Kong opened his eyes, his gaze was a little scattershot, and his hand involuntarily moved along his collarbone all the way to his Adam's apple.

It's a throat-holding posture.

But Wen Can closed his eyes, as if he was unaware of anything.