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

"say."

"Don't sit there like a mouse scared of a cat."

Qin Zheng was startled when she suddenly heard the sound. Fortunately, years of training allowed her to suppress her instinctive reaction in time. She just took a deep breath silently and restored her pupils that had been dilated due to humiliation and shock to their original state.

If she could reveal that she was wearing headphones, she would really like to ask her aunt what she could say. Did she really have to obediently introduce herself?

"Do you think that if you do what she wants now, you'll be at a disadvantage?" Another voice came from the headset, cold and different from the previous gentle or helpless smile even when she was teaching her. This time, the voice was like a female soldier about to go to the battlefield, full of fighting spirit. "Just say what she asks you to say. Is your identity and your name so shameful?"

"I..." Actually, she had missed the best opportunity to speak at this moment. Ye Kong had already moved his eyes away from her and drank up the wine in the glass. But when she opened her mouth to speak, her eyes moved back, as if she was a little surprised.

Then Qin Zheng found that her thoughts became smooth again: "My name is Qin Zheng."

She really introduced herself, briefly but politely, with a steady and methodical tone: "Qin from the Nangang Qin family, Zheng is the zither of the ancient zither, and I am Mr. Wen Can's current...blind date."

She smiled at Ye Kong and said, "I'm sorry if my unauthorized visit before offended or upset Miss Ye."

Ye Kong was silent for a moment, his eyes wandered aimlessly around Qin Zheng's face, and then suddenly fell on her ear.

Qin Zheng: ...

The woman froze slightly, her breathing becoming disordered, but she heard Madam Qin say in the earphone: "When did you become so timid?! Why don't you just take out the earphones and tell her that you are receiving instruction while talking to her - because you can't even say a word in front of her by yourself!"

Qin Zheng silently pinched her fingers with the tips of her nails, using enough force to keep herself as awake as possible, and tried to keep the most natural and appropriate smile on her face - God knows she also wanted to know why a girl who was two years younger than her, who had not yet graduated from college, had such a terrifying aura and eyes - that was not a simple and rough oppressive force, but a kind of creepy feeling that moistened things silently.

It's as if she can see through your skin, flesh and blood vessels at a glance, all the way to your white bones - so you have no secrets in front of her.

But this is too unreasonable!

"No need to apologize." Ye Kong didn't seem to want to continue to dwell on the issue, and quickly said, "Isn't this good? If you want to come to the coffee shop to see me next time, just tell me your name, and I might give you a favor because we've met once."

It's a casual, joking tone.

The atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed.

Qin Zheng also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Before she could think of the next topic, Ye Kong had already looked at Wen Can: "So you are just a blind date. With such a beautiful and noble lady right beside you, Mr. Wen, haven't you made up your mind yet?"

Wen Can looked at her silently, thinking that Ye Kong was also very beautiful with her hair tied up. In addition, Ye Kong's acting skills really exploded today. If a director was present, he might grab her and use her as an actress on the spot - but she probably couldn't play the role of a miserable heroine, or a tough-minded pretty girl who had experienced many hardships, or even a righteous, valiant and cold heroine. She could only play a cold, heartless and evil supporting role, either a scumbag who toyed with men's feelings, or an uninterested artist in her career, or a combination of the two. In short, it would be a role that would attract a lot of attention but not take up too many scenes.

And now, it's his turn to play the poor man whose emotions were toyed with by an unintentional artist.

"Have you made up your mind? It has nothing to do with Miss Ye, your ex-girlfriend, right?"

"Then you have to ask your father. Why did he call me here for something that has nothing to do with me?" Ye Kong's eyelids drooped slightly. "Perhaps Mr. Wen should reflect on whether he is too obsessed with it."

"..." Wen Can choked, "To whom?"

"To me." Ye Kong actually answered, calmly and shamelessly.

Wen Can: ...

Everyone:…

Although looking at Master Wen's ugly expression, what she said seemed to be true, but it was too narcissistic anyway.

Qin Zheng was just feeling that her eyes had been opened when she heard the woman in the headset ask, "What do you think?"

How about what?

As she was thinking, she heard the other side continue: "Does she like Wen Can? Is Wen Can important to her?"

Qin Zheng: ...

This is so strange.

Just by hearing this question, those who didn't know might think that someone who had a crush on Ye Kong was trying to spy on the enemy - but she knew that to her aunt, Ye Kong was the one who really made her feel like she was facing a formidable enemy.

But what kind of a formidable enemy is this?

It’s not about finding out her background, checking out her residence, or investigating her career and studies, but about who she likes and who is important to her.

What does my aunt want to do?

Or should she ask the question that she had wondered about countless times - what did Ye Kong do in the past to make this mother and son become so strange?

Thinking of this, Qin Zheng suddenly turned her head and glanced at the spiral staircase behind her without leaving a trace.

On that high platform, there was a high table for signing contracts. Just now, Qin Wu was standing there radiantly, elegantly and dignifiedly, and his grace and aura were enough to completely crush Wen Rong - but after Ye Kong came in, not long after, she could no longer find Qin Wu.

Even her aunt was just hiding upstairs and watching - you know, this set of remote control monitoring equipment was only used when dealing with partners for super large projects in the past, but now, it is only used to deal with a coffee shop owner who has no background and at most has some rich friends?

Qin Zheng's mind was racing, and her peripheral vision couldn't help but look towards the terrace on the second floor that was half-covered by curtains, until a low, cold shout woke her up.

"Miss Qin, what are you looking at?"

Qin Zheng came back to her senses and met the girl's gloomy and dark eyes.

After scanning her, she raised her head and looked towards the terrace over there.

·

"idiot."

Madam Qin loosened her hands, and the curtain fell, blocking her figure.

She stepped back into the shadows, sat down on the sofa, and pressed her forehead.

With his eyes slightly closed, his vision went dark, but the girl's figure still appeared in his mind very clearly.

And that moment - when the door opened and Ye Kong appeared in the crack of the door, her son turned around and left without hesitation.

Her hands clenched involuntarily, and the humiliating anger welled up from the deepest part of her heart again - her son who was so outstanding, so dazzling, so smart and proud, was destroyed by such a poor little girl just because of her one thought! He has not even recovered yet!

It is simply a shame for the entire Qin family and the entire Xie family!

But she couldn't be impatient.

Mrs. Qin took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a falling red curtain in front of her, and behind it were dimly visible lights as bright as the sea, and faint shadowy figures under the lights - she knew that Ye Kong was among them.

With her crazy and selfish personality, she was willing to come to such a wealthy banquet and even specially gave such a thoughtful gift - which meant that Wen Can must be special to her.

This is good.

"As long as there is someone you care about, your weakness will be exposed. The more you care, the more fatal this weakness will be - and you, Madam Qin..."

In her memory, the scene in the firelight where the girl held a bloody knife in her bloody hands and placed it across the boy's neck, smiling at him with her sharp white teeth, is still so clear even after so many years.

"You've practically bared your heart."

"He sways in front of me every day. I have been patient for a long time and finally waited for this day."

-

The firelight disappeared in my mind and turned into a crystal chandelier swaying slightly before my eyes.

Madam Qin clenched her hands silently - "You taught me all this."

She murmured quietly.

·

While the banquet was going on, in the main house leading to the back door, Wen Rong changed into another suit, but did not rush to set up the banquet hall. Instead, he walked back and forth near the big box that had just been moved in.

After a while, he turned around and asked a servant who had followed him: "Why is there only this one box? Where is the other glass box?"

"The young master said that the glass box should be sent to his room."

Wen Rong frowned fiercely, but still said nothing.

The servant asked him carefully, "Sir, what should we do with this wooden box?"

Wen Rong stared at the wooden box, frowning even more tightly, as if he was looking at some bug, but in the end he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, he gritted his teeth and snorted coldly: "Open it!"

"I want to see what good things she gave me!"

Two servants stepped forward and together they opened the heavy wooden box.

The servant's reaction was indifferent, so Wen Rong walked forward and took a look inside, and found that there was actually a huge "Fu" character made up of many tea sets - it was surprisingly ordinary.

Although it looks like an expensive antique, it is actually very ordinary and normal.

Wen Rong had been prepared for the room to be filled with white chrysanthemums.

He stretched out his hand critically and with disgust, trying to pick up one of the teacups that served as the Chinese character "田" (field) - but he failed to pick it up, and instead felt a handful of paint.

Wen Rong was stunned. He didn't care about his dirty hands and grabbed the antiques fiercely. He didn't pick up any real objects, but he did tear a piece of paper.

——This is not a tea set at all! It is a painting!

It was so real that it actually fooled the naked eye at such a close distance and even got his hands covered in paint!

Wen Rong felt that he had been tricked and was so angry that he tore up the entire piece of paper. Unexpectedly, when he pulled it up, he found that there was something underneath.

Looking down again, under the tattered papers, there was an old-fashioned clock that was obviously picked up from a scrapyard, a set of cheap plastic swords that came from nowhere, and a pair of dirty leather shoes.

Wen Rong: ...

"what!!!"

Wen Rong, who had never been so humiliated in his fifty years of life, was so angry that he yelled and overturned the entire box.

The box was filled with odds and ends that all fell to the ground with a clang. But after these things, a bunch of small black things suddenly fell out of the box and hit the ground and his feet. Wen Rong took a closer look and found that the ground was full of cockroaches. He was so scared that his face turned pale and his roar became sharp. He tried to dodge but accidentally fell to the ground. His hands directly touched the cockroaches on the ground. The soft touch made him think that he had crushed the cockroaches. He shouted more tremblingly and twistedly: "Hurry up! Clear these things away!"

The servant hurried forward, and after a moment squatted there awkwardly and said, "Sir, this is fake."

Wen Rong was waving his hands and shouting: ...

The screams stopped abruptly.

Wen Rong remained sitting on the ground, slowly looking down at the cockroaches all over the ground, and found that they indeed did not move, but were just made to look more realistic, with their antennae trembling.

Because no one touched them, the fake cockroaches soon stopped shaking.

But Wen Rong began to tremble - he was angry.

It was a rage he had never experienced in his fifty-plus years of life. It came from the bottom of his heart, sweeping through his entire body, destroying all his rationality, making his heart beat faster and his blood pressure soar to the extreme - rage.

"I'm going to kill her."

Wen Rong said word by word: "I'm going to kill that little bastard!!!"

He slowly stood up from the ground, trying to control the trembling of his hands and feet, but he was powerless, so he became more murderous: "I must kill her!"

……

"Who do you want to kill?"

——A calm and old voice came from upstairs.

Wen Rong's anger seemed to be drenched in ice water.