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

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

But when his eyes fell on the fake cockroach on the ground, his anger was rekindled.

“Father!” He raised his head again, his expression grim, and pointed at the mess on the ground, “Have you ever seen such a daring young man?”

Old Master Wen, who had returned to the main house to rest after his speech, stood on the stairs and looked at the ground.

The overturned box was filled with odds and ends, and there were messy graffiti on the swords and shoes. At first glance, it looked like a clown's toolbox.

The old man walked down the stairs, poked at the things with his cane, and asked, "What is the meaning of giving these things?"

Wen Rong frowned: "You still care about this? It's nothing more than a way to provoke me!"

The old butler following behind him seemed to be hesitant to speak.

The old man glanced at him and said, "Speak."

"These are..." The old butler was obviously a little embarrassed, but he had to obey the order, "These are all taboo items when giving gifts - of course, when I say taboo, it's actually just a folk superstition."

The old man was a little impatient: "Speak."

"Shoes mean to send away evil spirits." The old butler stammered, "Swords... represent disasters, and bells... bells, of course, mean... to send off, to send off the end..."

boom--

Before he finished saying the last word "zhong", Wen Rong had already kicked the empty wooden box over with his foot. The loud noise scared the old butler so much that he closed his mouth tightly.

"Ye Kong, Ye Kong, Ye Kong!!!"

Wen Rong was pacing around among the fake cockroaches on the ground like a mad trapped animal.

The old man was very calm and sat down on the sofa.

Wen Rong finally stopped spinning and turned to look at the old man on the sofa with a cold and fierce look in his eyes: "Father, don't you have anything to say?"

"What do you think I should say?" The old man closed his eyes calmly.

"…your son! On his birthday, a junior, a yellow-haired girl with no background and only a ridiculous identity like Ah Can's ex-girlfriend, gave him a bunch of ominous things, which are simply curses! How can you think it's nothing?! How can you be so nonchalant?!!!"

The unprecedented anger in his eyes erupted like magma, as if he wanted to burn himself and the person opposite him to death: "Sometimes I really wonder if I am your son!"

"It's because you are my son that I find it ridiculous!"

The old man who had been sitting quietly with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were as sharp as lightning and that was not enough to describe his expression at that moment - it was thunder, the cloudy sky that suddenly pressed down on the ground, and the terrible roar of an old lion.

His eyes were fixed on Wen Rong's face, and the pupils in his cloudy eyes, which had become very shallow due to aging, were tightly contracted, showing an intimidating ferocity and rage. Facing such a look, Wen Rong was just like a little white mouse that had been trained with conditioned reflexes - the huge energy brought by the ring on his finger instantly dissipated, and along with it, the rage on his face that he dared to show to his father also faded. He couldn't help but show fear and took a half step back.

But he didn't notice the flash of disappointment on the old man's face.

Then came another angry and mocking sneer: "You also know that she is just a junior with no background, a yellow-haired girl who only relies on her status as A-can's girlfriend to bully you - you know all this, but you can still be so angry here because of her little tricks - you still dare to say that you are my son? You still want to ask me for an explanation? What explanation do you want to ask me for? Are you complaining? Are you denouncing me as a father for not going to get you back? Are you condemning me for not helping you vent your anger? Not helping you fight back? Do you want to shed a few more tears! Do you want to hug my legs and whimper a few more times so that I can find the teacher to help you get justice, little Wen Rong?!!!"

"..."

Wen Rong's face flushed, and he seemed to have a lot of words in his mouth, but they were all stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.

The old man banged his cane on the ground, and his voice became more and more terrifying: "A little girl in her twenties can make you so angry! You still want to be in charge of such a big Wen Group? If they want to take pictures of your ugly appearance, wouldn't it be possible to succeed by just sending you some cockroaches and rats? By then, all the major newspapers will publish the article 'The chairman of Wen Group was frightened by cockroaches and crawled on the ground' - and what did you say just now? Who do you want to kill? You want to kill people just because they sent you cockroaches and rats?! Have you ever thought about what the reporters and the media will say if these contents are recorded and spread out?! Capitalists! Great! You want to kill people just because you are angry!!!"

The cane tapped on the ground.

Wen Rong's flushed face quickly turned pale, and he tried to defend himself by saying, "I was just angry..."

"Just a word spoken in anger?!" The cane hit the ground harder, almost poking a hole in the ground. "Do you know who you are? How dare you say such a word in anger? Ordinary people can say such a word in anger, poor people can say such a word in anger, no one will take their words seriously, and even sympathize with them, but who are you? Wen Rong, who are you? !! You are a capitalist! You are a big boss who holds billions of assets and controls the lives of countless ordinary people! How dare you say such a word in anger? Will anyone believe that it was just a word spoken in anger? Will customers dare to believe you? Will the people dare to believe you? Do you believe that if your words are leaked one second ago, our stock price will plummet to the bottom the next second! The news that the chairman of Wen's Group is a potential murderer will immediately make headlines in major news outlets the next second?!"

"The higher the position, the more power and wealth one holds, the more cautious one should be in speaking - you don't even have this awareness..."

The old man suddenly closed his eyes and let out a long breath. A look of fatigue suddenly appeared on his face: "How can I feel at ease..."

The words were not finished.

But even the servants present understood what he meant - how can I expect you to hand over the group to you with confidence?

Wen Rong's face gradually turned red again.

It's not shame, or maybe not just shame, but more of anger.

Judging from his expression, he must have a lot to say and ask, but looking at the old man's wrinkled face that made people feel as hard as steel, he finally just lowered his head and was silent for a while before hesitantly asking: "So, is this matter about Ye Kong just over?"

"Ha." The old man sneered, "What else do you want? Do you want to find someone to beat her up? Or take out these things and tell everyone that she is a rude girl, and then pour all these things on her face?"

"..." Wen Rong was obviously unwilling to accept it, "But her actions are clearly a provocation to our Wen family?"

"Who said that?" The old man said calmly, "She is just provoking you alone."

He opened his eyes, his eyes bright and sharp under his wrinkled eyelids, looking directly at Wen Rong: "Didn't you see that they also sent another box? What about the portrait on that box? Isn't it very lifelike, as if it were a living person?"

“……”Wen Rong’s heart skipped a beat.

The old man seemed oblivious to his expression: "She said it was for A-can alone, but what she painted was not only A-can's mother, but also your wife who passed away many years ago and whom you missed for many years. When you saw the gift, you didn't thank her right away, nor did you show your deep emotion right away...."

The old man's eyes were like lightning, piercing straight into Wen Rong's slightly flustered eyes: "You have become weird!"

Wen Rong: ...

My heart is beating like a horse running out of control.

Under the old man's overly sharp and even grim eyes, he swallowed several times and moved his lips several times before he spoke: "I just didn't react for a moment - of course I am very grateful to her."

The old man had already closed his eyes. Although his face did not show it, his tone was full of annoyance: "Save these words for Ah Can."

Wen Rong was shocked: "Did Ah Can see it?"

He regretted the moment he asked the question reflexively, but fortunately the old man did not have any other reaction.

Wen Rong felt somewhat annoyed, yet filled with numerous suspicions - what he was most suspicious of now was not Wen Can, but the old man... did he know something?

But even if he had the courage, he wouldn't dare to ask.

There were some things he dared to do but he dared not say them out loud, let alone mention them to others - as if as long as he didn't say them out loud, those horrible, cruel, and inhuman things would not exist.

After the old man finished yelling at him, although Wen Rong felt humiliated and angry, he also felt strangely relieved.