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

"You should be thankful that under this mask is Qin Jianbai's face."

——The girl’s low, cold voice carried a faint electric sound into the ear canal.

Three black Maybachs stopped one after another at the door of the main house of the Wen family manor.

The door was opened by the servant.

A pair of shiny leather shoes stepped out of the car, and long legs were wrapped in trousers.

The man landed cleanly on the ground, with an indescribable and unique attitude.

It was as if he was not wearing a suit on his upper body, but an extremely loose windbreaker. Just standing there, the hem of the windbreaker would be blown by the cold wind, rustling, making his legs look extra long and his body look extra tall.

It just doesn't look like he's here to attend a formal banquet.

His whole style is eccentric but particularly suits him, and with that pale yet deep and handsome face, he instantly transforms from a weird person into a top male model walking on the catwalk.

But male models can’t have such a grand ceremony.

In front of the servants of the Wen family who came to greet him, the man smiled slightly, asked his bodyguard to pick up the gifts in the car, strode into the crowd, and then met Wen Rong head-on, raised his hand to shake hands, and greeted him casually.

"Is this the head of the Wen family? He is indeed very handsome,"

Wen Rong, who was about to speak first, was stunned and smiled subconsciously: "No, no, no, Mr. Qin is the one who is in his prime and so elegant."

"That's right. After all, I am the head of the Qin family at a young age."

"..." Wen Rong choked and his expression darkened, but Qin Wu seemed to be unaware of it. He didn't think there was anything wrong with his words at all and continued to chat with a smile.

"This is my first time in Yuzhou. I feel the soil and water here are more nourishing than those in Nangang."

"Really?" In order not to appear petty, Wen Rong could only pretend to be fine and laughed along. "I've been to Nangang a few times, and I think Nangang is pretty good, especially the land of your Qin family. You can tell at a glance that this is a family with a deep heritage that has been passed down from generation to generation."

"The Qin family has been passed down for several generations longer than the Wen family, so our house is full of antiques, unlike your house, which looks like it has been renovated many times."

"..."Wen Rong was completely stuck.

The young head of the Qin family, who was rumored to be good at socializing and smart, had absolutely nothing in common with what he had imagined - it was the exact opposite.

Is there any other person in power from an aristocratic family in the world who speaks so harshly and harshly?

Having encountered a situation he had never thought of, the unprepared Wen Rong fell into silence, allowing Qin Wu to continue talking to himself and leading him inside - yes, leading him, as if he was the owner of this manor, extremely familiar with everything around him, at ease and looking down on others.

Until they saw the old man sitting on the sofa in the main hall, leaning on a cane in both hands, and looking up steadily and calmly - under the light, he was like an old but unfaded lion, sweeping the two people indiscriminately and oppressively.

Wen Rong woke up with a start.

At the same time, Qin Wu also slowed down his pace slightly, restrained his expression, straightened his cuffs which didn't need to be straightened at all, changed his demeanor and walked towards the old man. Finally, he stopped in front of him and performed a very decent and humble salute as a junior.

"Mr. Wen."

Mr. Wen didn't move his body or head. He just looked up and down at him before saying calmly, "Mr. Qin, I've heard of your name for a long time."

"I'm the……"

During his normal and even polite and modest greetings, Wen Rong realized that this man was not at all unable to speak properly, but was just looking to the person for favors - and he did it so openly, as if it was clearly written on his face that "I don't like you, I only like your father."

Wen Rong's face suddenly turned ugly.

Amidst the conversation between an old man and a young man, he felt as if he had turned into the coward that he used to be, with only the status of a second-generation family member but no real power. Just when his patience was about to reach its limit, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps on the stairs.

Accompanied by a hurried "Awu", Mrs. Qin came quickly.

Qin Wu smiled and spread his arms as soon as he looked up: "Mom, long time no see."

"Didn't you say you were busy over there? How come you came here without a word?"

The two hugged each other as if they had really met again after a long separation.

Only Qin Wu knew that his mother had really hit him hard on the back, but there was no flaw on his face. After backing off, he smiled very naturally and said, "Mom, you know, I have always been very interested in the city of Yuzhou. This time, with such a grand banquet, of course I have to come and see it for myself."

With the addition of Mrs. Qin, the greeting scene finally became natural and harmonious. Wen Rong was no longer a marginal figure, and his face looked much better.

Qin Wu took a quick glance, then looked away and suddenly asked, "Where are A Zheng and the others? Are they playing?"

"Oh, the young people are all in the reception room. It's a big place there. Some of them are playing cards, some are playing chess."

"Then I have to go too." Qin Wu, who had just sat down in the main hall, stood up immediately, "I am a young man after all."

Madam Qin frowned slightly and smiled calmly, "But the gentlemen and ladies from various families will be here soon, are you ready?"

She smiled, but her eyes were fixed on Qin Wu with a slight warning.

Qin Wu looked away as if nothing had happened: "How can that be? We are guests too. Besides, even if we want to chat with the gentlemen and ladies, don't we still have you, mom?"

"Awu!"

As he spoke, he stepped back and waved to Mrs. Qin with a smile: "Bye, Mom, see you later."

The man turned around and left without hesitation, randomly pointing a servant to lead the way for him and headed towards the reception room.

Mrs. Qin: ...

Watching his back going away, the woman's eyes were filled with uneasiness, but she turned around and smiled perfectly: "I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, he doesn't look like a responsible chairman at all, does he?"

Wen Rong smiled slightly: "That's true, but it's normal for young people to be a little frivolous and naughty."

This is not a nice word, and Mrs. Qin's smile faded a little.

But the conversation can still go on and it still sounds beautiful.

On the other side, Qin Wu finally arrived at the door of the reception room under the guidance of two or three servants.

He stood at the door, watching the servant's hands push open the two doors. The light leaked out from inside and sprinkled on the carpet, illuminating his face as he raised it from the shadows.

In an instant, those eyes were filled with the light in the room, and seemed so bright that there was no haze at all.

When the noisy sounds of talking and playing in the room flowed into his ears through the open door, he suddenly curled up the corners of his mouth, straightened his back, and walked in arrogantly like an emperor.

The moment the leather shoes stepped into the room, all the sounds disappeared.

People looked up or turned their heads in twos and threes.

Seeing him coming in, everyone in Nangang stood up. Among that group of people, the only figure sitting in a wheelchair stood out particularly.

——So he stood behind the wheelchair until the silver wheelchair slowly turned around and faced him.