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

"They looked like they were having a great time."

After the reporter made some incomprehensible comments, the live broadcast came to an end.

"Well, they went in—and they were holding hands. What a nice relationship."

Barrage: …………Someone come and arrest this reporter.

·

It's time for dinner.

Old Master Wen naturally sat down at the main seat, and when Wen Rong was about to follow him and sit at the lower seat, he raised his hand without questioning, "A-Chan, come and sit here."

Wen Rong paused, smiled and changed his position naturally: "A-Chan, come and talk to your grandfather."

Wen Can naturally followed suit.

After all three of them were seated, the servants began to serve the dishes.

Without much greeting or concern, Mr. Wen picked up his chopsticks and said indifferently: "Now that you are well, go back to the company."

"..." Wen Rong paused.

Wen Can naturally picked up a piece of food with chopsticks and ate it.

After swallowing it, he said, "The company is not short of people now, right?"

“If there is no shortage of employees, can there be no shortage of leaders?”

Wen Shengtian glanced at him and said, "It's decided."

Wen Can then slowed down his movements. He held the bowl and chopsticks, looked up at Wen Rong across from him, and asked slowly, "So, where does father plan to place me?"

Wen Rong chewed the fish in his mouth. It was very plump and tender, and melted in the mouth. However, he chewed for a long time as if with great effort before looking up and changing the subject: "Let's not talk about this for now. We can discuss it slowly, but shouldn't the change of legal person be formally implemented? It has already delayed time..."

"Implement? Implement what?" Wen Rong laughed, with a kind of tired but unspoken contempt, "A-Chan has recovered and can walk again, what else is there to change?"

"..." The chopsticks in Wen Rong's hand made a crisp clash sound.

He turned to look at Wen Shengtian, and seemed to take a deep breath before speaking word by word: "What do you mean? We agreed before that..."

"Who made an agreement with you? Not to mention the legal person, when A-Chan gets better, he should be allowed to return to the company and sit in the chairman's office again!!! You have to return everything you have in your hands to him!"

Wen Shengtian slammed his chopsticks on the table, making a series of crisp sounds.

Wen Rong's pupils suddenly shrank, but he just held the chopsticks tightly and didn't speak for a long time.

Wen Can lowered his eyes and casually picked up the rice grains in the bowl with his chopsticks.

"Dad, please be reasonable. The group is in my hands now, and the management are all my people..."

"So what? If it's A-can, would they dare not listen?" Wen Shengtian's face was cold, "The group originally belonged to A-can, you were just in charge for a few months..."

"dad!!!"

Wen Rong couldn't stand it anymore and slammed the table, "Do you really regard me as your son? What do you mean the group originally belonged to Ah Can? Then what am I? Am I a dog kept by your Wen family?"

"You overestimate yourself. Even a dog knows how to guard its home and its food. What have you been doing these past few months? How has such a good project been dragged down in your hands?"

“This is a problem with the company’s original handover process!”

"If it was A-chan, it wouldn't be like this. With the group in his hands, I never need to worry about it. There will always be beautiful financial statements, long-term plans, and booming profits!" Wen Shengtian said solemnly with a gloomy face, "I handed it over to you before because I was really old and powerless, and A-chan was decadent and didn't care about the facts, so I asked you as a father and a son to take on the responsibility temporarily. But now A-chan is well, he can continue to take over the company."

"..."

Looking at Wen Rong's face, which was as stiff as plaster, the old man relaxed his expression a little and said earnestly, "I know you feel embarrassed, but reality is far more important than face. This is the best outcome for the company, the Wen family, and even for yourself. Being a hands-off manager is a hundred times easier than being a chairman. You can continue to do your favorite charity work and study your favorite art every day, and you can also lie down and get the inexhaustible money your son earns for you. Isn't it good? After all, you are in your fifties, and if you were born in an ordinary family, you would be almost at retirement age."

"..."

The plaster seemed to twitch twice, and then hideous cracks appeared.

"So you knew I was in my fifties."

He muttered to himself, "I'm in my fifties... If I hadn't taken over the company, I would still be a 'Mr. Wen' who is ignored by others, obsessed with charity and so-called art, but a fool who has accomplished nothing."

He slowly raised his head and gave a twisted and stiff smile to Wen Shengtian who was frowning at him: "Don't you find it funny? Your grandson has long become Mr. Wen, who is admired and followed by countless people, under your care and training. But I, your son, your grandson's biological father! I am just a little Mr. Wen who attends banquets and donates money everywhere!!!"

He overturned the plate violently.

Wen Can, who was sitting opposite, leaned back to avoid the bowl flying in front of him, and quickly opened a spoon with chopsticks.

"It took me more than 50 years to get to this position with great difficulty. It took me a lot of effort to get to where I am today without relying on anyone or your favoritism."

Wen Rong stared coldly at the stunned Wen Shengtian, "I will never let go, and I will never be foolish enough to give away my things - the company should have belonged to me. Since you gave birth to me, you should regard me as the only heir!"

He took a deep breath to calm his wildly heaving chest, and glanced at Wen Can opposite him with a relatively calm look: "As for Ah Can, when I am as old as you, Dad, I will naturally hand over the group to him. He is also my only heir."

"Whether you agree or not, the change of legal person is imperative!"

He finished talking to himself and was about to leave.

After walking a few steps, I heard Wen Can speak from behind: "I think so too."

Wen Rong paused, turned back slightly, and met Wen Can's serious and gentle gaze.

He shrugged and said, "I've been having so much fun during this period anyway. Just like my grandfather said, being a hands-off manager is a hundred times easier than being a chairman. So, I'm quite happy to be a second-generation rich man who just eats and waits for death."

Wen Rong's nervous heartbeat slowed down a little because of these words.

But in an instant, what flashed before his eyes was the face that he saw through the cold mask under the dim light. It was the same face with a gentle smile, the face that said "I saw nothing".

He shuddered in his heart, quickly turned his eyes away, and walked away in silence.

After the footsteps disappeared outside, the butler carefully brought people up to clean the table.

Wen Can leaned back in his chair and looked at the old man sitting in the main seat.

He is still a lion, but his age is obvious.

Although he was filled with anger, he seemed unable to even vent his anger.

One could only discern some clues of his emotions from the back of his hands, which were pressed tightly against the table and were covered with wrinkles and bulging veins.

The housekeeper came to ask if they needed to serve the dishes again, and Wen Shengtian waved his hand and asked them all to go away.

Wen Can knew that he had something to say, so he waited silently.

When the whole house was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, the old man spoke slowly.

"A-chan."

He asked, "What happened between you and your father in Nangang?"