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

"..."

It really hits the point.

Wen Can smiled and said, "Nothing happened. Didn't you ask him?"

"You know your dad has been angry with me recently, why did you tell me?"

Wen Shengtian wiped his face, took a breath and said, "If he doesn't tell you, tell me. What happened on the boat? Why did your dad have a wound on his face when he came back?"

"I don't know the details, but didn't you see the interview? He himself said that he did it to protect me. I think so. Everyone knows our relationship. It's hard for Qin Wu not to do anything to him. I'm also sorry about this."

"...Is that really the case?" The old man's face was full of doubt and disbelief, and he quickly turned to the next topic, "Let's not talk about this, what else? Did you have anything else in Nangang? Did you have any other interactions on the ship?"

"I was running for my life upstairs the whole time, how could I have any contact with him?"

"..."

"Grandpa," Wen Can asked the question. He turned to look at the old man with a faint tentative look in his eyes. "Do you think there is something wrong with him, and the problem lies in the trip to Nangang? Why do you care so much about this?"

"..."

He sat up straighter. "How has he changed from before? Why didn't I notice it?"

"..." The old man looked at him with cloudy eyes, and after a while he said in a calm and old voice, "What are the results of your examination? Is everything ok?"

"No, the doctor told me to exercise properly."

"is it?"

The old man was silent for a while, then he said quietly: "But Ah Can, we all know that although the version that Ye Kong said in front of the camera is now circulating everywhere in the outside world - but we know the truth."

Wen Can looked at him without saying a word.

"You don't have a neurological disability, but a real limb problem - at least that's what the report says, and that's what the doctors said, not just one or two doctors, not just one or two hospitals, but all doctors, all hospitals!"

He slammed his palm on the table so hard that the plate bounced, making the already silent space even more tense.

"I don't know and I don't care how you did it, but Ah Can, since you have chosen to stand up again, it means that you have already thought about resuming your original future - taking over the company from your father and taking over the family. We all know that this is the best outcome."

"…But as he said, the company is already in his hands." Wen Can spread his hands.

"It's easy to get him down - reconvene the board and anyone with eyes will elect you."

"Are you sure you want me to do this?"

Wen Can crossed his fingers on the table and leaned forward slightly, looking like he was chatting casually but pretending to be serious.

"Actually, there's a question I've wanted to ask you for a long time, Grandpa."

As he spoke, he turned his head and fixed his gaze on the old man's cloudy but sharp eyes. "For you, the interests of the company and your son... no,"

He said halfway, but then retracted his words, "No, this is not a multiple-choice question at all. I should ask this -"

He raised his eyes and stared at the old man again: "What exactly is Wen Rong to you?"

……

The old man's pupils and his entire body trembled together - not because of the question itself, but because of the warm tone when the question was asked.

Even when talking about strangers, he would not use such a cold and ruthless tone.

It was as if Wen Rong was not his father, or even a human being, but a fly on rotten meat, a bug in the mud.

This was the first time he heard undisguised cruelty and coldness from Wen Can's mouth.

But the old man remained calm.

After that involuntary shudder, he closed his eyes: "Are you speaking up for your father?"

"Do I sound like I'm speaking up for him?"

Wen Can smiled: "I'm just a little curious."

"He is my son, my only son."

"It seems that Grandpa doesn't want to answer."

"Don't you have another answer in mind?"

"...Forget it," Wen Can sighed, "I'm just a little curious anyway, not to the extent that I must know the answer. In short, I will not take over the company again."

"Can you bear to watch those talents you promoted being suppressed again one by one?!"

The old man raised his voice: "How can you bear to watch the project you worked so hard to develop being buried?! Have you forgotten how you worked so hard for the company in the past few years! Your schedule is even busier than those celebrities. Every day you are either on a plane or in a car. When you were the busiest, your body was almost worn out. Don't you think it's a pity?! Don't you think it's a waste?!"

"You said they are talented people. After being suppressed, they will naturally seek other careers. Everyone has their own destiny, and the company naturally has its own destiny. I have no reason to feel sorry for them."

"What about your mother?! In addition to your hard work, the company also has your mother's hard work, don't you know?!"

"But my mother is already dead. If she feels it's a pity, she can just come back to life and become the chairman."

Wen Can took a deep breath and stood up. "No matter what you say, I will not take over again. Grandpa, I advise you to give up and be your emperor peacefully."

He turned and left. After taking a few steps, he heard the old man's faint voice behind him, as if it came from a deep cave.

“You don’t want to take over the company, and you don’t want to manage the Wen family, so what do you want to do—Wen Can?”

The man paused slightly.

After a moment, he raised his eyes and looked forward, smiling faintly: "You have seen what I want to do in the future."

"The boyfriend of the immortal demon - isn't this title more prestigious than the chairman of a certain group?"

"Immortal demon...ah, immortal demon, speaking of this."

The old man's sudden realization made Wen Can stop taking a step forward.

Behind him, there was the sound of a chair being pushed away.

It was Wen Shengtian who slowly walked over with a cane: "The Undead Demon is indeed an extraordinary person. I remember your mother used to like her very much. There were many of her works hanging in the house. What did she say at that time?"

The sound is getting closer.

“Anyone who can draw such stories and such paintings must be a very kind child. Now it seems that this is indeed the case. She was born in poverty and lived in a bad environment. But even in such an environment, she was able to do many things that adults could not do and did not have the courage to do. She saved so many children who had nowhere to turn and destroyed an entire black industry chain.”

"Your mother has a keen eye, and she is really a wonderful and good child - just like you once were."

The old man came to Wen Can with a sigh and looked up at him: "But Ah Can, what about you now?"

"..."

Wen Can's pupils moved slightly, and he looked at him neither lightly nor heavily.