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

The sound of fragmented and noisy conversations mixed in my ears.

Ye Kong slept very deeply.

When she was woken up, she almost thought it was dark, but when she turned around, it was still light outside and there was still plenty of time before dinner.

"Take the medicine quickly."

Qu Wu urged her.

Ye Kong had no choice but to take it and eat it.

The ear thermometer dripped in his ear, and the temperature was still around 38 degrees, still a low fever, and Ye Kong's throat began to hurt.

He swallowed a few pills with great difficulty. After swallowing them, he started to cough dryly, and then fell weakly in the rocking chair as if he was dead.

Zhou Song and his friends didn't know how long they had been playing cards, and now they switched to board games.

Hearing the noise, Lin Xinzhou turned around and looked over: "Ye Kong, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Ye Kong waved his hand weakly.

Qu Wu said: "She means don't talk to her."

He closed his eyes sleepily again.

When I opened my eyes again, I heard a loud bang as something hit the ground.

Ye Kong opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Le Yue's hand moving away. At the same time, he also moved away. He turned around and gave a somewhat confused explanation to someone: "I just wanted to see if she still had a fever."

It took Ye Kong several seconds to think about what he was saying.

In the strange and eerie silence that filled the room, she slowly raised her head and lifted her eyelids.

Outside the cash register, a silver wheelchair flickered coldly under the light.

Wen Can sat there quietly, his handsome face looked like a storm was coming, his eyes were filled with dark clouds, as if a furious thunder was about to fall in the next second.

Behind him were Zhou Song and others who were sitting in the booths and looking over here. They were all stunned and dared not say a word.

The entire coffee shop was dead silent.

Until Ye Kong slowly shifted his gaze and looked at the smashed vase on the ground.

She was silent for two seconds, then looked up at Wen Can: "He didn't touch me."

She seemed to finally get the idea and understood what Wen Can was angry about.

But Zhou Song on the other side couldn't help but seem to close his eyes - he had some ideas, but not much - how do you know if someone touched you when you were asleep? Wouldn't it be more obvious that you were pretending to be asleep and letting others get close to you? It would be better to just pretend to be stupid and ask "What's wrong with you?"

Le Yue did not disappoint anyone and immediately explained, nodding: "Yes, I haven't had the chance to meet her yet - and I just wanted to see if she still had a fever, nothing else, this..."

"Le Yue, you should have a show tonight, right? Why don't you go first?"

Tu Wan had already put down his checkers, stood up and walked quickly towards this side.

Le Yue was slightly stunned when her speech was interrupted. After she reacted, she looked at Ye Kong hesitantly. When she found that she was not looking at her at all, she nodded with some disappointment and said softly, "Okay".

Before he could take a step, Tu Wan had already approached them and said with a smile: "Ye Kong has a fever today. Qu Wu originally gave us the task of taking care of her. Otherwise, it would not be Mr. Le's turn as an outsider..."

Le Yue stopped walking because of these words.

Wen Can sneered: "When did Xiao Tu become Ye Kong's spokesperson?"

He stared straight at Ye Kong, his eyes dark and scary: "Miss Ye, don't you have a mouth? Do you even need someone else to explain for you?"

"..."

He looks so handsome when he's angry.

Ye Kong looked at him in silence for a while before he said calmly: "I have already explained it."

Everyone:…

Wen Can clenched his teeth tightly, stared at her, and said word by word: "How many times has this happened?"

“I explained it every time.”

Zhou Song took a deep breath and stood up as well: "Master Wen, Ye Kong really didn't..."

"Shut up."

Wen Can didn't even turn his head, but squeezed out these two words from between his teeth, his eyes still dark and gloomy staring at Ye Kong.

Le Yue seemed to be unable to hold back any longer when he reached the door. He took a deep breath, turned around and walked back, and said to Wen Can in a very formal manner: "Mr. Wen, I know you misunderstood something, but even if I have any thoughts about Ye Kong, that is my business. Boss Ye himself has absolutely no thoughts about me..."

"Fuck..." Lin Xinzhou suddenly covered his mouth in the booth behind him, "What nonsense is he talking about? Why is he so green tea?"

"Congratulations, you finally found it." Xu Yang said shockingly.

"Fuck, you saw that already?!"

The conversation here was soon interrupted by another loud bang.

It was Wen Can who picked up the coffee cup on the table next to him and smashed it hard at Le Yue.

The cup made a dull thud above the man's head, then fell to the ground and shattered.

——No one in the entire coffee shop dared to speak.

Tu Wan and others present were all favored children who grew up under Wen Can's glittering reputation. Over the years, they had never thought that they would see Wen Can beating someone.

——As rumored, he has no temper at all. He is the most cultured and least like a princeling in Yuzhou.

But he actually hit someone in public?

The cup shattered into pieces on the ground.

Wen Can just stared at Le Yue in front of him with his dark eyes and uttered a word from the tip of his tongue: "Get lost."

Le Yue slowly raised her head.

A thin streak of blood trickled down his hair.

But no one at the scene dared to step forward and ask to go to the hospital.

But Ye Kong, when he saw Le Yue's body shaking, said calmly: "Call an ambulance yourself."

"No need." Le Yue said softly, "It's just a minor injury."

Tu Wan's mouth twitched, and he looked at Wen Can calmly: "I'll help you call..."

"Mr. Tu is meddling in other people's business again." Wen Can didn't even turn his head, his voice as cold as ice, "Miss Ye said she would scream."

·

He is really jealous.

Ye Kong thought.

He is also very good at being sarcastic.

I wonder if he would be like this if it were true... He looks really good when he gets angry with a blank expression on his face.

But if it were true...it would never happen.

She is not the kind of fool who cannot see through green tea.

She will never give her partner the chance to be misunderstood by any "other".

·

"I just told him to call an ambulance himself."

The light illuminated the girl's indifferent face. Her black eyes were surprisingly calm, as if everything happening before her was insignificant, as if the angry person in front of her was also insignificant.

Such a calm face, although still a little red due to the low fever, still gives people a bit of chilling coldness.

Her voice fell into the dead silent air, like cool snow, sprinkling indiscriminately on everyone's ears.

"And if you hadn't lost your temper for no reason and hit someone, I wouldn't have said this."

The girl tilted her head slightly under the light, her eyes were like inorganic black glass, no emotion or feeling could be seen: "Sometimes I really don't understand what you are thinking."

She said, "Haven't I been good enough for you?"

Wen Can was stunned for a moment, his pupils shrank slightly: "Good enough?"

"Otherwise, what else do you want?"

The girl slowly stood up from the rocking chair.

The air in the huge store seemed to become stagnant and cold with her actions.

Her eyes were fixed on only one person, but like gray clouds, they silently and invisibly enveloped every space, causing a group of people who originally did not dare to speak to gradually become afraid to even breathe, as if they were held by some invisible aura.

The girl was completely unaware of the tense and terrifying atmosphere.

She walked out from behind the cashier counter and passed by Le Yue, who was bleeding from his forehead. She didn't even glance at him. She just slowly walked in front of Wen Can and pulled his wheelchair, which was facing the cashier counter, towards her direction. The action was actually very light, but it was decisive and could not be refused.

And a bit careless.

She was facing Wen Can, slowly bending down to get closer to him, looking directly into his slightly narrowed eyes.

"Wen Can."

She asked sincerely: "You really can't feel how good I am to you? But if you can't feel it even now...what should I do to satisfy you?"

"...You ask me?" Wen Can murmured.

"Who else can I ask if not you?" Ye Kong said softly, "You are my boyfriend - even though I don't love you enough and am not good enough to you in your eyes, I am already the best version of myself."

"..." Wen Can's mouth twitched, "So, you blame me for being too sensitive?"

Ye Kong lowered his eyelids: "You know I'm a psychology major - disability makes people more sensitive and uneasy, which is normal."

There was a sound behind me of someone sucking in a gasp and then covering their breath with their hands.

Ye Kong seemed not to hear or notice that Wen Can's face had suddenly turned even paler.

"I don't have any interest in Le Yue - you know, I won't be interested in any man except you, so..."

"I know?" Wen Can interrupted her for the first time, and suddenly raised his eyes to look into her eyes, "What do I know? I only know that I saw you stand up for him with my own eyes, and I only know that you and him had ambiguous scenes more than once - and you never gave me any explanation every time, but you think I should know something?"

He said slowly: "I am a cripple who has become sensitive and uneasy because of my disability. Should I know the words 'you love me' that you never say?"

The glass door was suddenly pushed open.

"Is Eleven awake? Hurry..."

Qu Wu came back with the dinner her mother made. After taking only two steps, she was shocked by the horrible and stagnant atmosphere in the room and stopped immediately.

She looked around and asked in confusion, "What happened?"

No one paid attention to her.

In the still silent atmosphere, Ye Kong stood up.

Her gaze remained unchanged as she stared down at Wen Can's gloomy and cold eyes. After a moment, she suddenly spoke without warning, "I can't say this now."

She said, “But I will love you.”

The faint sunlight from outside the window filtered through the girl's eyelashes, making her expression look indifferent and distant.

Everyone in the room held their breath and no one spoke.

Outside, in a black car that had been parked for who knows how long, a man who was biting his fingertips and listening excitedly to the conversation inside suddenly froze his expression bit by bit, and the whole person seemed to be frozen into an ice sculpture by the terrible cold current that quickly came.