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

After slowly scanning the crowd that was discussing and exclaiming, Wen Rong gradually retracted his gaze, and his tone became more determined and steady: "Once we contact the author of the Undead Demon, we will hold a secret business meeting at the Holy Temple Hotel under the Wen Group. Friends who want to cooperate, especially young friends with smart minds and many ideas, can come and have a look."

Someone in the crowd asked loudly: "Will the Undead Demon come by then? I'm her fan!"

"Of course." Wen Rong said with a smile, his tone was very humorous, similar to his father's, "As long as you are willing to give me some ideas, I have no objection to turning the business meeting into a fan meeting."

Everyone burst out laughing.

Wen Rong narrowed his eyes even more comfortably.

Finally, this place completely became his home.

Later, when he officially signed the contract with Qin Wu, he still felt uncomfortable with the aura of the young man opposite him - it was a subconscious resistance of a latecomer to someone who had an incomparable status by nature.

But he no longer cared, because he knew that he was his equal, or even more powerful than him.

He then very calmly and humbly let Qin Wu sign first, and then he calmly and slowly wrote his own name.

He wrote every stroke with unprecedented seriousness and solemnity - because he knew that everyone was looking at him, and he knew even more that each stroke represented his rights, so he tried to write the characters as beautifully as possible, preferably as beautiful and as imposing as those of his father and his capable son.

Wen, Rong - the word Rong had just been written with the grass radical when the door of the banquet building was suddenly pushed open with force.

With a clang——

Then there was the heavy creaking of the door as it was pushed open—

The atmosphere of everyone watching with bated breath waiting for one person's autograph was suddenly broken.

Everyone turned to look at the same time.

The cold air outside the door swept in violently, making many ladies in skirts tremble and shout, "Close the door quickly! It's freezing!"

After a few quarrels, the original serious atmosphere was completely gone.

As the sky was filled with light, the figure of the uninvited guest standing in the gap of the slowly opening door gradually became clear to everyone.

She was wearing an unknown black dress, a black coat, and sunglasses. Her long hair, which was always casually tied up in a bun, was now loosely tied behind her head for the first time, with only a sword-sharp wooden hairpin pinning it up. This kind of hairstyle, which generally makes people look gentle and intellectual, showed a neat and cold look on her head. This was even more so when she started to move forward.

She was dressed in black, but in her arms was a bouquet of snow-white flowers. As she strode from the door, her sneakers were visible from under her skirt - it was neither fish nor fowl, yet it was perfect in her natural way. With her big strides, no one dared to notice anything was wrong.

"Mr. Xiao Wen!"

She spoke.

The loud and clear shout reached everyone's eardrums directly, and naturally also directly hit Wen Rong's ears above the spiral staircase. Just one shout made his face turn black, and his mood plummeted from heaven to earth.

"leaf……"

"I'm here to celebrate your birthday." The girl interrupted the condescending words, "You drove to my deserted coffee shop to personally deliver the invitation, and as my ex-boyfriend's father, I have to give you this face."

Wen Rong: ...

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he glanced at the word "Rong" that he had not yet finished writing. He finished it quickly with great reluctance and extreme irritability, then put down the pen and raised his head, saying lightly: "Then shouldn't I thank you?"

"No need, I still understand this etiquette." Ye Kong said shamelessly.

Wen Rong even laughed out loud: "You're so late, and you came in wearing sunglasses - Miss Ye, you don't look polite or well-mannered, do you?"

"That can't be helped. We should blame the Ye family. Who made me grow up in a big family like yours that has a lot of money and respects etiquette?"

Ye Tingchu, who was given subtle looks by many people in the crowd, remained calm and raised his glass to everyone: "That's right, it's our fault."

But Ye Kong didn't look at her.

Or rather, she wasn't looking at anyone.

From the moment she came in, her eyes were always fixed on Wen Rong on the spiral staircase.

So she passed by Tu Wan and the others, passed by Qin Zheng and the others, passed by the guests from Yuzhou's Nangang, and finally stopped in front of Wen Can - but she was just going to stand there, and she didn't even turn around to look at Wen Can, as if she really came just for the invitation that Wen Rong handed out, and everyone present had nothing to do with her.

·

"She is Ye Shiyi?" The second generation of Nangang began to whisper.

"Hey Xie Qing, haven't you seen her before? Tell me about it, is she the same as you remember?"

"How can I remember after so many years?"

"You know what, this aura... is a little... how should I put it, unusual."

·

"Ye Kong is here?"

"I told you she would come! I win!"

"Wen Can won. He is worthy of being my ex-boyfriend."

"But Ye Kong didn't even look at him - are they really dead? How sad."

·

"Why haven't you taken off your sunglasses yet? Did you get a black eye from those reporters in the store?"

A nearby Nangang girl was whispering with her bestie. Suddenly, she turned around and lowered her sunglasses to the tip of her nose. The crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling fell into her pupils, creating a bright and cold fantasy of the Milky Way in her dark eyes without warning, and then fell directly into her eyes. The girl spoke: "My eyes are fine. Thank you for your concern."

She pushed her sunglasses back and turned her head back: "I just predicted that the lights here would be very dazzling, so I wore sunglasses to protect my eyesight. You know, I have severe astigmatism."

"..."

The best friend shook the girl's body fiercely and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with you? Move! Has she cast a spell on you?!"

"..." After being shaken several times, the girl came back to her senses and said blankly, "Sorry, I'm just... a little fascinated."

"…She really cast a spell on you!"

·

In the slightly restless crowd, some people moved silently behind Wen Can, and others disappeared silently, and no one cared about it.

Everyone's focus was on this special visitor and Wen Rong who was sitting opposite her above.

Wen Rong, who should have been the protagonist today, now fully enjoyed the treatment of being the focus under Ye Kong's direct confrontation.

His brows were slightly furrowed, but his posture was relaxed - anyone who had just signed a contract worth tens of billions of dollars would become more tolerant of other phenomena.

So even though he felt that the large bouquet of flowers in Ye Kong's arms was very dazzling and not presentable, he just said indifferently: "Anyway, since Miss Ye is here, then enjoy this banquet. It just so happens that you can also meet my son's next fiancée..."

"No, before that, shouldn't Mr. Xiao Wen take a look at my gift first?"

"If you insist." Wen Rong sighed and compromised like a kind and tolerant elder: "Okay."

He turned and walked down the stairs - and during this movement, he suddenly realized that there was one person missing beside him!

I looked around but still couldn't find the target.

He could only look at the old butler who had been waiting beside him and pointed to the seat next to him: "Where is Qin Wu?"

The old butler was startled and actually shook his head to indicate that he didn't know.

Wenrou frowned in confusion and anger - he had never seen such a self-talking and willful guest! - Of course, except for the orphan girl downstairs who had no one to teach her the rules.

Wenrou walked down the stairs step by step, and stood in front of the hall with a very dignified attitude, waiting for Ye Kong to come over and hand him the gift personally.

Ye Kong did not resist. Seeing this, he strode over and handed the bouquet in his arms to Wen Rong.

Only when he took a closer look did Wen Rong see a few conspicuous white chrysanthemums among the large bouquet of flowers. The other flowers did not have good meanings either, representing bad luck or disease.

——His breathing quickened for a moment and then quickly calmed down.

Wen Rong took a deep breath, resisted the urge to throw the flowers at the little bastard, and quickly handed the bouquet to the butler beside him: "Okay, I received your blessing, what should I do next..."

"It's not over yet."

Ye Kong raised his hands and clapped his hands.

After two rounds of crisp and loud applause, the door that was already half open was opened again - no, it was almost knocked open.

It seemed like there was an argument between two groups, and the door was pushed open by the more powerful group.

Several tall and strong men, also wearing sunglasses, were guarding the door. On the road they made way for, two lines of people carrying huge boxes slowly walked towards them.

——As the box gradually became clear, Wen Rong's heart, which had originally wanted to endure everything and then teach the lesson afterwards, suddenly began to beat violently.

With an ominous premonition, he saw two large words in black ink on a red background pasted on the two large boxes.

On the left is "goodness".

On the right is "Fu".

There was also a man in the middle who looked like someone who was not someone to be trifled with, with his hands raised high with two words written on them - Wen Rong.

The guests looked at it two or three times before they realized that it was a one-character couplet.

The upper couplet means "goodness", the lower couplet means "blessing", and the horizontal scroll means "warmth and honor".

The characters were written in a tense and sharp manner. Although they were obviously written by a great calligrapher, they were obviously totally inconsistent with the content of the couplet.

But the next moment, applause suddenly broke out from the crowd.

Everyone looked back and saw Zhou Song clapping his hands. "Great! This is obviously from a famous artist! The meaning is great too! Miss Ye really put a lot of effort into it!"

Wei Zhiyu also clapped loudly, his tone more confident: "It must have cost a lot of money and effort, right? I just don't know who made it. I hope Miss Ye can introduce it to me later."

Tu Wan also smiled and clapped her hands, her face full of praise: "Ms. Ye is really good at summarizing. Just two words, one summarizes Uncle Wen's good character, and the other represents endless blessings to Uncle Wen - it is simply the best birthday gift."

Those on Yuzhou's side who were close to Tu Wan and the others also applauded in confusion.

“I don’t know what’s so good about it, but let’s applaud together anyway.”

"Oh no, from what they said, Ye Kong is not sincere, right?"

"This gift seems really thoughtful. Who would have thought of giving calligraphy or couplets? Aren't couplets usually given during the Chinese New Year?"

"It fits the characteristics of the Wen family's family tradition. Maybe Wen Can told her about Mr. Wen's preferences?"

"Look how happy President Wen is. I'm speechless."

Others in the sparse applause: ...

"Are they making fun of us?" Nangang couldn't help but whisper, "Why do I feel something is strange? President Wen doesn't look happy either."

Wen Rong: ...

In his mind, he had already started calculating how to deal with the security team at home that couldn't even stop a girl.

But before his eyes, as the eye-catching one-character couplet approached, the box following the big characters gradually captured his attention.

-

"Eh?" Zhou Song shouted, "Miss Ye, what good stuff is in this box?!"

Ye Kong: ...

The eyes behind the sunglasses glanced at Zhou Song with an indescribable look, but received a smug raised eyebrow in return.

Ye Kong: ...

In fact, she didn't need to say anything. When the two large boxes were carried into the hall, everyone who saw them immediately understood - this was also a gift, or in other words, this was the birthday gift that Ye Kong really wanted to give.

Two boxes, one made of glass and one made of wood.

There was a portrait of a woman painted on the glass box using some unknown material.

With a lively smile and a graceful posture, he is standing with his hands behind his back, smiling, wearing a white laboratory coat, in a world that is half mathematical formulas and half flowing stars, staring at the person in the portrait with bright eyes.

——The bright light fell and landed on the eyes on the glass.

In an instant, the woman in the painting seemed to come alive, her eyes moving around and looking at everyone who was looking at her.

"Wow--"

Someone exclaimed.

Amidst the exclamations, Wen Rong heard his heart suddenly stop beating, then start beating wildly, with a loud noise almost jumping out of his throat.

Amidst some overwhelming emotion that he had no time to grasp, he unconsciously but reflexively stepped back - and encountered resistance after only half a step.

It was the old butler who was supporting his body from behind, giving a warning low voice: "Sir! You are now the head of the Wen family!"

"..."

Wen Rong woke up suddenly.

When he looked again, the portrait was still the same. The guests were chattering and hadn't noticed anything strange about him. And Wen Can... Yes! Wen Can!

His eyes quickly found the figure in the wheelchair in the crowd.

Not far away from Ye Kong, there was a person staring blankly at the portrait. His expression could not be seen clearly - but in any case, he was not looking at him.

Only...only that hateful, damn little bitch!

His gaze fell back on Ye Kong with great force, and then he met her quiet gaze - actually it was the sunglasses.

If looks could kill, Ye Kong would have been chopped into pieces by Wen Rong by now.

But looks can't kill - and no matter how strong and dangerous Wen Rong's look was, it didn't hurt Ye Kong at all.

She raised her chin with the corners of her mouth curled up, letting her sunglasses reflect Wen Rong's silent and ugly expression. She fully demonstrated her disdain and asked, "What's wrong? Mr. Wen is not happy to see such a gift?"

She raised her hand and patted the glass box. “It contains books written by Ms. Chi Wandao, as well as papers that have helped countless mathematics students, and thank-you letters from some of her students. It took me a lot of effort to find them.”

“And the paintings on it.”

Ye Kong still put his hand on the top of the box and began to walk around the huge glass box. "Each side is a portrait of Ms. Chi Wandao. I specially found a very good painter to paint it. I have to thank my ex-boyfriend Mr. Wen Can for showing me a photo of his mother when we were dating..."

When she said the last sentence, she turned to face Wen Can.

So he stopped.

She stood there, next to the box, and for the first time since entering the building, she raised her eyes, looked directly into Wen Can's face, and looked into his eyes.

There was a smile on his lips, but his eyes were cold, as if he was looking at a stranger.

"Ok."

But when she spoke, her tone seemed very gentle: "Actually, the other box is the birthday gift for Mr. Xiao Wen, and this box is just a breakup gift for my ex-boyfriend on Mr. Xiao Wen's birthday."

She patted the box, then raised her hand to make a gesture to give it to him: "I know you miss your mother very much. After you take out the things inside, you can install a light so that you can see her projection."

In the spotlight.

In the magnificent palace where Wen Rong was supposed to be the protagonist.

She bowed slightly towards the silver wheelchair and saluted gracefully:

"Hope you like it."