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

Wen Can sat at the table without saying a word.

On the sofa behind him, Wen Rong was groaning as his assistant bandaged and applied medicine on him.

"I think my hand is broken," he said with a bitter face, "After it's bandaged, let's go to the infirmary downstairs to see a doctor."

No one answered.

There were only three people in the room. The assistant had no right to reply, but the only person who could speak chose to remain silent, with his back to him, staring blankly at the clouds outside that were gradually changing color.

"A-chan, why don't you care about Dad? Dad has fallen down like this. It will be difficult for him to dance later."

The middle-aged man in his fifties leaned against the sofa and complained to Wen Can's back, "They will all laugh at me when I go downstairs."

"..."

The wind blew softly through the gauze curtains, perfectly matching the intimate complaints, as if bringing people back to an ordinary evening many years ago.

In childhood memories, compared to his mother's decisiveness and valiantness, Wen Rong was obviously a man who was better at being gentle. He pretended to complain to his young son, "Your mother bullied me." He did this countless times, but his purpose was not to complain or even to interact with his son, but to pretend to unintentionally attract Chi Wandao's pursuit and suppression, so that the couple could stay together and play for a while.

At that time, little Wen Can was always used to it. He kept a calm and pretty face and continued to do his own things, treating his beloved parents as a background, or occasionally rolling his eyes.

——I haven’t thought about these things for a long time.

When it reappeared in my memory, the picture was also fragmented, like a faulty TV. Snowflakes were floating while the picture appeared, and there was a crackling sound, which made people wonder if it was just an illusion.

——He would rather it was an illusion.

Otherwise he couldn't explain why, after re-watching and analyzing the pictures countless times, he could never catch any loopholes of hypocrisy or clues of hidden blood in those pictures.

What he couldn't understand even more was how Wen Rong could speak to him in that tone without any obstruction or guilt, as if nothing had happened and everything was still the same.

It was as if he were still a teenager.

"A-chan? Why don't you comfort your dad? Hey, children are not as cute as they were when they were little when they grew up."

Wen Can just felt nauseous.

Acid flooded his esophagus. He suppressed the urge to vomit expressionlessly. The words he spoke were as cold as ice: "Really? Are you afraid that you can't dance? Then wouldn't it be a good opportunity for you to understand how I feel?"

He sneered: "You should be thankful that at least your arms and legs are not broken, so you don't need to use a wheelchair."

Wen Rong was caught off guard and fell silent, his eyes sweeping over his wheelchair.

The man's back was outlined by the gradually deepening sunset light outside the window, looking particularly lonely and a little desolate.

Wen Rong then said awkwardly: "Dad just fell down and wanted to ask you for comfort, but I made you angry - I apologize to you."

After the bandage was done, Wen Rong leaned back on the sofa, let out a long sigh and said, "A-Chan, tell me, is Dad useless?"

"..."

Wen Can moved his peripheral vision and vaguely saw the silhouette of that person on the glass between the gauze curtains.

Although his tone was relaxed, his body was tense.

He looked at the shadow indifferently, and said in a cold and angry tone: "Just because you fell down the stairs?"

"That's not the case. It's just... about the company and other things." Wen Rong didn't seem to want to go into details and said vaguely, "Anyway, that's all."

"You're pretty useless."

"..." Wen Rong sat up suddenly, staring at Wen Can's back with his eyes. A cold and angry look oozed from his eyes, but his tone was calm, and he even laughed, "Oh? Ah Can thinks so too?"

"Compared to grandpa, you are definitely far behind."

The figure behind him said, "But compared to a young man like Qin Wu, you are not useless. In fact, you are much better than them. After all, no one has a better image than you, and no one can bring such a great positive impact to the group and the family like you can."

"..."

Wen Rong's stiff and tense back relaxed a little bit, and the fierce light in his eyes slowly faded away. He became a little embarrassed, even a little touched and guilty, and said vaguely: "Really? So that's what you think, haha, it seems that the son really doesn't think his father is useless!"

He was silent for two seconds, then raised his head and said, "But you are right. Although it will take time to catch up with your grandfather, against a young man like Qin Wu, haha, I have eaten more salt than he has walked - now we are in his territory, when we get off the boat, hum..."

Wen Rong sneered, and his eyes paused when he swept over Wen Can.

The humiliating beating just now and the face of that little beast Qin Wu leaning down appeared in his mind -

"Before I get off the boat, I need to solve this big problem you brought me. If it weren't for your bad idea, I would have had a 90% chance of getting the copyright. So, I don't care what method you use, whether it's negotiating with the Undead Demon Jiang Xu or using other crooked methods. Anyway, I want to get the copyright of Qunxing back. This way, our cooperation can start, right?"

"And your son..."

Qin Wu stepped on his face and chuckled. "Similarly, before you get off the ship, please give me your reply - either you send him abroad and never come back, or you make him more disabled. Otherwise, after you get off the ship, the paternity test and the photo of you and Wen Lian will be exhibited on the hot search headlines for a month."

……

A thin breeze leaked into the room and blew onto Wen Rong's face, making him shiver.

At that moment, he looked at Qin Wu who was bending over with his head down, and felt as if he finally saw the face of a devil with a hideous smile beneath the human face.

He did not hide his hostility towards Wen Can at all.

At that moment, Wen Rong easily understood everything with his intuition - the reason why Qin Wu targeted him and the Wen family was because of Wen Can.

All his malice was directed at Wen Can, and he, as his father, was just affected by it.

Therefore, according to the character displayed by Qin Wu, Wen Rong believed that if he really did what he said, he and the Wen family would be able to escape from the gaze of that devil.

——Revenge will come a long way, as for Ah Can...

The middle-aged man glanced at the wheelchair without daring to stay for a moment.

He suddenly stood up and said, "The party will start soon. I'm going to go to the infirmary first. How about you, A-Chan?"

"I'll go down later."

"Then I'll have someone come up to pick you up later."

Wen Rong left in a hurry, but paused for a few seconds before closing the door, staring at Wen Can's back for a long time inexplicably.

It was not until he turned his head that Wen Rong pulled the corner of his mouth and smiled: "A Can, Dad loves you."

"..."