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

what……

That's the look.

Yes, this kind of look is everywhere in the world.

Extreme self-esteem, extreme arrogance, extreme inferiority and extreme unwillingness.

This ultimately leads to extreme anger.

It is not so much anger directed at the people who exposed him as anger at his own incompetence.

But he obviously knew nothing about this and thought that this anger expressed his dignity and inviolability.

——Too mediocre.

A scene he had seen many years ago came to his mind.

Before the warehouse burned down forever, the seventeen-year-old had stood at the window and looked in.

He saw a pair of black eyes.

Appeared on the dying girl.

She just lay there on the ground covered with old cardboard boxes and dust, staring at him motionlessly.

It was dark, calm, and unfathomable, but he thought he saw an unfathomable depth of pure rage in it.

Before that, he always thought that people were angry because of their own incompetence, so anger was always mixed with many impurities - resentment, sadness, grievance, panic...

But that was the first time he knew there could be such pure anger in the world.

Although her expression remained calm and silent as death, one glance at her would make one feel as if they were ignited from the inside out and burst into flames.

Such calm yet extreme heat made the young boy at that time squat down for some reason, as if he was guilty and dared not face it. For the first time, he felt ashamed and angry, but then his heart turned cold, as if a layer of cold rain covered his face.

——And the pair of old eyes in front of him were filled with anger and shame that was even more chaotic than his at that time.

It replaced the black eyes in the memory.

When the memories faded and the vision became clear again, malice suddenly burst out from the heart.

This made Qin Wu sigh, "What I mean is, even if your son is only angry for a moment and won't hate you forever, can you guarantee that he won't take away what you have waited for with great difficulty because of this momentary anger?"

"What do you mean by taking advantage of someone's misfortune? Me!!"

“Since you are not taking advantage of someone’s misfortune, do you have the confidence to keep this position without having to give it back to him when he wants the Wen Group?”

"Of course I do!"

"Of course you have it? How do you have it? Have you ever counted how many large projects Wen's Group developed when it was in Wen Can's hands? Have you ever calculated how valuable your stocks were when Wen's Group was in Wen Can's hands? When Wen's Group was in Wen Can's hands, how often did the board of directors meet and how many votes of support he got at each meeting? When Wen's Group was in Wen Can's hands, he was the real helmsman of the entire company who had the final say. Almost no one ever refuted his decisions and facts proved that his decisions were always correct - do you know all this? Can you... do it?"

"If you can't do it, why should you?"

One of the man's eyes was in the dim light, and the other was in the shadow. His silent gaze had a half-smile in it, like an evil god who was happy to watch others struggle in dire straits and clap his hands and laugh.

His eyes and his words made Wen Rong so angry that he saw stars.

He actually stood up on the bed at some point, wearing a silk pajamas, revealing half of his chest, a well-trained, massaged middle-aged man.

But in contrast to his seemingly strong body, the hand he pointed out was trembling like a terminally ill patient.

The remaining lucidity made him stagger and point at Qin Wu and ask: "You, what do you want to say?"

He is praised to the heavens one second and trampled into hell the next, making it impossible to tell whether he wants to cooperate or to break up.

Even if he was still unconscious, Wen Rong now knew that this person had no good intentions.

Qin Wu, on the other hand, smiled innocently and said in a friendly manner: "I just want to say that what I want is a partner who can stay in power for a long time without being threatened, rather than a poor fellow who may be deprived of his position by his own son at any time."

"My son won't take my place!"

"The question is not whether he can steal, the question is - can you defend."

Qin Wu said: "Everything you have now, the status, wealth, and power you have always dreamed of, if it can only be built on him not taking it away..."

He didn't say anything, but just gave a short, cheerful laugh, which made Wen Rong blush and his head buzz.

"He can't take it away even if he tries! I won't let him take it away!"

His eyes were red and he asked word by word with gritted teeth.

"What can a cripple who can't even stand up steal?! As long as he is named Wen and lives in the Wen family, I can completely control his movements... even his life or death!"

There was a half-second pause, and when the last four words burst out from between his lips and teeth, Wen Rong suddenly felt as if his soul was floating out with him.

It was as if the heaviest burden had been unconsciously thrown away, and he suddenly felt relaxed, but he was completely stunned.

After a long moment of dead silence, he looked up at Qin Wu in a daze.

The latter was staring at him quietly, his eyes like a whirlpool filled with two black holes.

"I hope Mr. Wen can remember what he said today." Qin Wu smiled slightly, "Keep your capable son in your hands at all times. If you want him to live, he will live. If you want him to die, he will die. Only in this way can I sign a contract with you with confidence."

Qin Wu finally stood up from the sofa and walked to the bedside: "I know that Mr. Wen is a good father, but once Master Wen finds out about the relationship between Wen Lian and you, it's not certain whether he can still be a good son - so, for the sake of our common interests, Mr. Wen must curb your fatherly heart."

The man stood beside the bed and patted Wen Rong's shoulder.

The seemingly light force forced Wen Rong to sit down.

Qin Wu then leaned over and patted him on the shoulder again: "After all, the only thing that can make Mr. Wen better than Young Master Wen is his ruthless and heroic character."

The man glanced at Wen Rong's shocked expression, and a smile flashed across his lips.

He finally turned and left.

After going downstairs, Qin Wu passed by Wen Can's guest bedroom door. His eyes swept across the tightly closed door and he curled up the corners of his mouth with a smile.

"You've really won the lottery by having a father like this - I'm just waiting to collect your body."

However, at this moment, he did not know that in the guest room separated by a door, Wen Can was holding a camera tightly, raising his scarlet eyes and looking towards the door.

It was pitch black outside the window, and the auction would begin after daybreak.

And on this final night, no one knew about the malicious staring at each other through the door.

Even they don’t know.

Soon after, daybreak came.