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

Wen Can smiled.

That's the reaction after being truly amused.

Involuntarily, he let out a "whoosh".

It seemed as if all the moisture in the air was evaporated by this smile, and the sunlight suddenly became brighter. Ye Kong even wanted to reach out to block it.

But soon the smile faded, and when he came back to his senses, he was looking out the window and said calmly, "Closing the window can't stop it, and a dehumidifier can't remove it either."

"For me, the moisture on a rainy day is like the moss growing from one's bones. It does not require skin contact; it is a spontaneous feeling of the body."

Ye Kong looked at him for a while, then changed the subject: "Won't you tell me about the Wen family's precautions? At least introduce the people to me?"

"No need." Wen Can turned his head and smiled again. This time, his smile no longer had the illusory glow. It was the same look that Ye Kong had in his memory.

Beauty, but only on the surface.

“You can play with it as you please.”

"Then don't blame me if I mess up." Ye Kong gave him a shot of prevention.

Wen Can said “hmm” and smiled, “I’m looking forward to it.”

·

The Rolls-Royce drove onto the blue stone road, and the buildings in the distance gradually appeared before our eyes.

Looking at the continuous shadows, Ye Kong thought of "Downton Abbey".

Although they are not the same, the aristocratic heritage that has gone through the years is similar.

"How old is this house?" she asked Wen Can.

"More than a hundred years."

The Rolls-Royce drove into the estate and stopped in front of the house.

As soon as Ye Kong got off the car, he was bowed to by people from both rows.

They were all wearing uniforms of white shirts and black vests, everyone's hair was combed neatly, and at first glance, not a single one of them was ugly.

The sound of the wheelchair rolling towards her, Ye Kong couldn't help but whispered: "Don't tell me these are your servants."

Wen Can, who was in front of others, became gloomy and cold again, but his suppressed humming laughter was very light.

A century-old family is so terrifying.

Ye Kong stood up straight and saw a tall figure walking out from the depths.

He was wearing a formal suit, with the corner of a white handkerchief sticking out from his chest, and walking with a cane in his hand, looking like an elegant old gentleman with perfect etiquette.

Before he got close, Ye Kong saw the perfect curve of the man's mouth. It was not until the man walked out the door that Ye Kong realized that he actually had a rather mixed-race face.

"You are Ye Kong, right?"

The handsome and elegant middle-aged gentleman extended his hand to her and said, "I am Wen Can's father, Wen Rong. Welcome to the Wen family."

Ye Kong held the hand and felt a little wet.

After hesitating for a fraction of a second between remaining calm and doing what she wanted, she quickly withdrew her hand, following the disgust she couldn't suppress in her heart.

Then she said expressionlessly: "I am Ye Kong, thank you for your welcome, but I want to wash my hands first."

After a pause, as if she was afraid of being misunderstood, she added: "It's not that I have mysophobia, but that you have sweaty hands."

"..."

Under the gradually warming sunlight, the entrance to Wen's Manor suddenly fell into deathly silence.

As Ye Kong was being taken away by the servant to wash his hands, Wen Can used a lot of effort to suppress his instinct to laugh out loud.

He turned his back to the sun, head lowered, and completely hid his madly grinning mouth in the shadows.

Those eyes, which were always covered with countless dark clouds, bloomed with astonishing brightness for the first time.

Ye Kong.

He murmured the name in his mind.

Ye Kong.

·

In the elegantly and low-key flower hall, Ye Kong sat down obediently beside Wen Can.

Just now, under the guidance of Wen Rong, she had taken a general tour of the entire manor. Along the way, Wen Rong had been introducing the various facilities and plants in the manor to her.

It was the same thing that Ye Baozhu had done to her before, but the expression was completely different.

Ye Baozhu's introduction was full of boasting, but Wen Rong really seemed like a gentle and wise elder, who was so thorough just to give her, his guest, a comfortable experience - he even made the origin of the marble used in the fountain sound very interesting.

No one mentioned the incident that happened at the door before, and Wen Rong didn't seem to have any grudges against it.

When they finally arrived at the flower hall and sat down, Ye Kong couldn't help but feel that this was a good man and a good father.

You know, she usually doesn't judge people so easily.

The maid came forward to pour tea for the three people, and the light red water flowed into the exquisitely crafted porcelain cups.

Wen Rong and Wen Can, father and son, drank their tea very gracefully, but Ye Kong picked up the cup with one hand and drank it with his head tilted back - she felt it was quite delicious.

Wen Rong paused, put down his teacup, and laughed, saying, "When I contacted your father last night, although he agreed verbally, I could tell that he was not happy in his heart."

He looked at Ye Kong and asked with a smile: "What about you? What do you think? Do you like my A-Chan?"

"I like him." Ye Kong said instinctively, "After all, he is the most handsome person I have ever seen."

Young Master Wen, who had been acting as an ice sculpture, moved his eyelashes and curled his fingers. He looked like he wanted to turn his head to look at Ye Kong, but in the end he returned to his ice sculpture form, looking as if it had nothing to do with him.

Wen Rong was surprised: "Just because it looks good?"

"Of course more than that," Ye Kong stuttered.

From a cooperation perspective, she should have said a lot of good things about Wen Can, but she had only known him for a few days, and it was hard to come up with a story. After hesitating for a long time, she gave up and said, "Isn't it enough that he's good-looking? Wen Can is the first person in my life who made me want to draw him the first time I met him."

"You studied painting?" Wen Rong became interested. "Where did you study before?"

"Teach yourself."

"Self-taught? Why?" Wen Rong asked curiously, "Come to think of it, I don't know where you lived before, and what you studied."

He took another sip of tea and said in a gentle voice, "Also, according to your age, Xiaokong, you are still a college student, right? Where do you go to school? Have you started working at the Ye family company?"

The content of the question sounded a bit aggressive, but because his tone was too natural and gentle, it became the serious concern of an elder.

Ye Kong thought about it and asked him, "Is it necessary to answer these questions if I want to marry Wen Can? I thought it was enough for us to have a marriage."

"Of course it's not enough." Wen Rong looked at her like a naughty kid, with a somewhat indulgent and helpless smile, and said to her, "Getting the marriage certificate is enough, but if we really want to get married, we have to determine which bridal courses you need to take, right?"

Ye Kong: ...

The girl tilted her head, as if she thought she had heard it wrongly.

At this time, Wen Can, who had been silent all the time, finally spoke: "She doesn't need to go to class."

A hand reached out, grasped Ye Kong's five fingers, and then crossed them together to form ten interlocking fingers.

Wen Can raised his head, looked at Wen Rong with dark eyes, and said with a hint of ice in his voice, "I will not let my fiancée suffer the same grievances that my mother went through back then."

He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but Ye Kong felt that at that moment, the face of the old gentleman opposite him seemed to twitch slightly.