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

In the top-level private room of a private club in Yuzhou.

Brilliant lights kept spinning in the dim space, and the explosive drum beats vibrated the walls and the room through the top-notch speakers, complementing the cheers and screams in the room, supporting a group of men and women who were half-naked and dancing wildly, creating a nightlife scene that was all too common for the rich.

On the large and soft sofa, in the pocket of a custom-made suit, the black cell phone vibrated for the fifty-eighth time tonight.

The assistant picked up the phone patiently. His initial fearful mood turned into numbness. When he was about to reject the call, he suddenly found that the name on the caller ID had changed. It was no longer the respectful yet distant "father", but the affectionate and even a little corny "my son".

The assistant didn't dare to make a decision on his own, so he picked up his phone and walked to the other end of the sofa.

Wen Rong was drinking with some friends.

Although we are friends, we have only known each other for a few days.

They were either the heads of construction companies or some material suppliers. Seeing that a piece of land under the group was about to be prepared for development, these people began to ask him to meet in droves.

The people in front of him were originally not qualified to meet with him directly, but Wen Rong felt that he should not look down on them like that. As a successful entrepreneur, he should also give these small companies some opportunities.

It turned out that the head of the small company was indeed extraordinary. He did not discuss cooperation in a hotel or golf course - he actually asked to meet directly in this private club.

The content of the conversation mainly revolved around him, and work was only mentioned in passing, as if they were not here to discuss cooperation but to make friends. This was undoubtedly very unprofessional - but Wen Rong felt very comfortable.

Compared to sitting upright in a conference room or engaging in hypocritical conversations while exercising on the golf course, such occasions made him feel more relaxed than ever before and felt novel.

For example, now, when a song comes to the end, the men and women who are dancing wildly all stop at the same time, turn around and wait expectantly for their instructions - it is said to be them, but everyone is looking at him, as if they could wait patiently forever.

Wen Rong smiled, grabbed a stack of bills at hand and threw them out without hesitation.

Suddenly there were screams everywhere, and Wen Rong laughed even more happily. He patted a smiling material supplier beside him and asked him to spread the money on his behalf. The man immediately stood up as if he had received an imperial order, and while spreading money all over the private room, he laughed and loudly asked everyone to remember President Wen's generosity.

Then Wen Rong heard the endless, flattering voices of "Thank you, President Wen!" "President Wen is truly the best man in the world!" "I have never seen a man as rich, generous, and elegant as President Wen!"...

Wen Rong leaned on the sofa like that, half of his face buried in the shadows and half of his smiling face exposed in the rotating light.

He held the wine glass that someone else had bent over and handed to him, shaking it gently as he watched the group of good-looking men and women crawling around on the carpet in the private room, sticking their butts out to pick up money, and even fighting each other for a few bills. The men pulled the women's hair, and the women kicked the men's crotch. In the end, many of them rolled into a ball, cursing - until the bills were held high in the hands of the material dealer again and fell down in large numbers. Then they were like some strange snakes rising from the ground, stretching their necks softly and ferociously, and spitting out their tongues at the pink bills flying all over the sky...

It was simply a chaotic and gorgeous performance - a hundred times, a thousand times more exciting and beautiful than anything he had seen in so many of the world's top theaters.

"Look at these people..." The material dealer's laughter rang in his ear, and the unfinished words were full of contempt and disdain that he wanted to understand tacitly, as well as a condescending and unparalleled arrogance.

"Yeah..." Wen Rong sighed, his tone sympathetic, "Look at these people..."

The performance was only halfway through when the assistant suddenly came over with a cell phone.

Wen Can was about to frown and ask him to turn it off, but he noticed that the young assistant looked embarrassed.

He held up the vibrating screen, and the three big words "My Son" were very conspicuous.

Wen Rong was startled immediately, and his lazy body sat up straight. He put down the wine glass in his hand and wiped his hands with a handkerchief. While wiping his hands, he shouted loudly: "Quiet, quiet!"

Even if it was louder, it was still faint in such a noisy background, but everyone stopped immediately.

The men and women who were snatching the money immediately stopped where they were as if petrified. The material dealer who was throwing the money around stopped smiling and crawled over to turn off the speakers.

The private room, which was bustling with noise just now, immediately fell into dead silence.

Wen Rong cleared his throat in the dead silence before answering the phone seriously.

"Hey, A-chan, why are you still awake so late? Why did you think of calling dad?"

——Anyone who hears his voice and his tone will immediately imagine the image of a father full of tenderness and fatherly love.

His love for his children almost overflowed from every breath he took.

But the other side was indifferent, and was silent for only two seconds before asking: "Where are you?"

"Talking about business." Wen Rong leaned back again, his face illuminated by the stagnant light, looking like a hard-working father busy with work.

He sighed, "Dad has been so busy lately. He's out socializing every day, either playing golf or drinking. My back and waist ache every day. I really miss the time when we used to travel everywhere... But," he changed the subject, "Why did you suddenly remember to care about your dad? You haven't been nice to me for a long time..."

He was smiling widely and looked very satisfied. The people accompanying him, including the men and women lying on the ground, also laughed as if they had received instructions and seemed happy for him.

Wen Rong then smiled even more relievedly.

But the next second, a very familiar cold snort came from the receiver.

Old, yet fierce, with a feeling of anger that comes from being a good person.

In an instant, Wen Rong's face froze.

"How did he remember to care about you? You're busy with work and social events? What kind of social events would keep you out all night for days on end?! Wen Rong!"

Even though they were separated by a phone, that stern shout hit Wen Rong's ears like a thunderclap: "I don't care where you are now, or who you're hanging out with! Get back here right now! I want to see you within an hour!"

"..."

The frozen smile shattered into pieces.

Especially since his eyes were filled with people in the room—some were standing, some were sitting, and many were lying or kneeling on the ground. All of them were looking up at him cautiously, holding their breath like dogs.

Wen Rong's frozen face twitched nervously, then he opened his mouth and made a sound: "I said I'm busy with work, don't you understand, Dad?"

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That strange response echoed in the warm and dark study.

Wen Can held the cell phone with the speaker on and looked up at the old man in front of him.

His face turned pale, and he asked word by word: "What did you say?"

"I said I was busy with work and meeting with partners..."

"What kind of partner needs to meet at night for several days in a row?! The people from CA and Lufang Group have been waiting for you for two or three days and you didn't respond? Who are you meeting with?!"

"I am the chairman of Wen's Group! Don't forget it!"

An explosive roar exploded like thunder, catching the study room off guard and plunging it into silence.

The old man stared at the phone in disbelief, but the sound of the man's rapid breathing continued to come from the phone, as if he had reached the limit of his patience.

"You signed it yourself! You said that everything would be handed over to me! Why are you still paying attention to the group's affairs? Why are you still monitoring my schedule of meeting clients?! Are you so worried about me? Are you so unwilling to accept your age?! If that's the case, why do you want to hand over the company to me! Why don't you just work there until you die?!"

“……” The old man was stunned.

The rebellion of his son, which he had never experienced in his life, came so suddenly and terribly when he was old and dying.

The old man's lips were trembling, but that was not because of sadness, but anger - his cloudy eyes had never been so wide open, and they were filled with offended rage and disgust that made him want to beat Wen Rong to death on the spot.

The old man slammed his cane hard on the carpet with shaking hands, and suppressed the angry questioning from the other side with a more sharp and harsh voice: "Don't you look at what you look like?! Do you think I am in charge of you and monitoring you? What I am in charge of is the century-old foundation of the Wen family! What I monitor is the interests of tens of thousands of employees in the group! Who do you think you are? A hopeless person! If you were not so useless, why would I worry so much?! Instead of learning with an open mind and managing the company well, you go to hang out with some random people?! Get back here right now!!!"

"Wen Rong, did you hear that? Get back here!"

"..."

"..."

There was a long silence over there, and no sound could be heard.

After a long moment, there was a breath and a long sigh.

When the news reached this side, the old man's eyebrows jumped.

"Dad, I know you always think I'm useless." Wen Rong suddenly calmed down, his voice was gentle and sad, and he sighed, "But what can I do? I'm so useless, and I'm your only son. I'm a useless person, but I've become the only heir to the Wen family's century-old foundation - no, I'm not the heir now."

"I'm President Wen, Chairman Wen."

"I am the one in charge of the Wen family."

"It's my time now. Since you're old, stop worrying about it, or you'll get tired of me and end up ruining our family."

He seemed to be giving advice from the bottom of his heart, and even asked sadly in the end: "You are scolding me like this in front of my son. Have you ever thought about where my face should be placed? I am already fifty years old, Dad, I am already a useless son in your eyes, and I don't want to be a useless father in A-chan's eyes."

"I won't be back for a few days."

"A-Chan, remember to go to bed early. Next time your grandfather asks you to call me so late, don't open the door."

The call was hung up, leaving only a long busy tone echoing in the study.

The fire crackled in the fireplace.

During the long silence, the old man slowly raised his hardened eyelids and looked at Wen Can in the wheelchair.

The young pale man had his back to the burning fire, without even moving his eyelids, seemingly indifferent or unaware of the change in his father.

The old man lowered his head, took his cell phone, and called Wen Rong again, but the call was never picked up.

After repeating this several times, he finally gave up.

"What do you think?"

His old and hoarse voice sounded dryly.

The young man seemed to have just had a nap. He just raised his eyelids to look at him, then turned away coldly: "I don't want to."

"You... don't have any opinion on your father's behavior?"

"I am his son, what should I think of him?" Wen Can turned his gaze back upon hearing this, "Can I have an opinion of him?"

"Why not?!" the old man said sternly, "Because you are his son, you are the person he values ​​most! He might even listen to a few words you say! Don't you see that he dares not even answer my calls now?"

"But what can I say to him?"

"You've sat in that position before! You're even the legal representative of the company now! You have much more experience than him! Of course you can communicate with him!"

"If you're willing to discuss the company's problems with him, why don't I do it myself? As you said, my legs are useless, not my brain."

"So why on earth do you have to resign and quit?" The old man took a few steps back and forth like a trapped beast. "If you weren't so willful, I wouldn't have to be so scared!"

"Should I thank you?"

"Can't you communicate more with your dad? Let him know what is right and what is wrong?!"

"How do I know what is right and what is wrong? I haven't cared about the group for a long time."

"But look at your father's attitude towards me! Don't you know where he's wrong?!"

"So what if he knows? Do you want me to tell him that he can't talk to Grandpa like that because it's totally wrong?"

"At least make him listen to me! Otherwise, what will happen to the future of the group?!"

"I don't care about the future of the group, but he..."

Wen Can's blurred gaze suddenly focused and fell quietly and coldly on the old man.

"Can I bring up his faults and judge them?"

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The only sound in the huge space was the sound of the fire burning in the fireplace.

The faint light fell into the eyes which were as warm and dark as ink.

When he looks at people like this, it always reminds people of Ms. Chi who passed away young.

The old man looked into those eyes and his body suddenly stiffened. A terrifying chill suddenly spread throughout his body, and the word "yes" was stuck in his old throat and he couldn't utter it out.

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The bathtub was already half full.

In the cloud-like mist, Qin Zheng stopped talking with a dry mouth.

After a while without hearing a response from the other end, she finally couldn't help but ask, "Aunt?"

"Let me stroke it for a while."

The sleepiness had long gone, and Mrs. Qin's voice came through so clearly that one could completely imagine her slightly furrowed brows.

"So, what you mean is that Wen Rong had cheated on his wife when Chi Wandao was still alive, and Chi Wandao didn't know about it. But after Chi Wandao passed away, Wen Can found out about it, and Wen Rong also had an illegitimate child, the Wen Lian who has lived in the Wen family for a long time?"

"The last one is not necessarily true, it's just a possibility." Qin Zheng said quickly.

"This is too subversive..." Mrs. Qin murmured, "If this news gets out, the stock market will probably fluctuate greatly...but we have no evidence."

She said seriously, "Are you sure you heard it with your own ears? Did you hear it correctly?"