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

Wen Rong said as he walked towards him.

He opened his arms to him, at first as if he were giving an emotional speech, then as if he were embracing him:

"Ah Can, think about it, besides me, who else has so many common memories with you? Memories of your mother, memories of our family, who else but me? Before you were twenty, we were such a happy family, we spent such a long time together, I know that all your troubles and pride from childhood to adolescence were caused by my absence for seven years, but even so, we also lost the same loved one in these seven years - I am still the one who understands your pain the most, am I not?"

"We are each other's only family, a family different from anyone else's. Dad is still willing to understand your worries and pride as an adult, isn't that good?"

The shiny leather shoes stopped in front of Wen Can with a click.

He saw the middle-aged man's slightly wrinkled face. Every line and every facial feature on it seemed like an independent actor, superbly and madly, expressing his emotions to him in every possible way - grief, regret, love, and an eager anticipation for an answer that was almost angry.

He could almost hear the violent vibration in the chest cavity, and underneath the vibration was the roar and cry of an unrecognizable beast - "Promise me! Promise me! Say it now! Can't you just be my filial son? Promise me now!! Promise me now!!!"

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Wen Can laughed.

In those two cloudy pupils that lit up, he saw his smile gradually becoming distorted but always silent.

The hand hanging by his side moved, and the heavy ashtray held in his hand also moved.

Just when Wen Rong's eyes trembled and he wanted to retreat involuntarily, a loud knock on the door suddenly sounded.

Accompanied by the old butler's deliberately loud voice, "Sir, the old man asks you to go upstairs!"

Wen Rong took two steps back as if waking up from a dream, not daring to look at Wen Can again. He walked around him without stopping for a second, his steps even staggering a little.

When Wen Rong left, the old butler had not left yet.

Wen Can turned around and saw him, and asked curiously, "Do you have anything else to do?"

"Master," the old butler glanced at the ashtray in his hand, "what are you going to do?"

"Can't you tell?"

Wen Can lifted up the ashtray and looked at it. "It's obvious that he is reminiscing about the good old days."

The old housekeeper was silent for a long time, then said quietly: "It would be great if you could really reminisce about the past. The master and the old master loved you very much and treated you very well. They were responsible for your birth, status, material resources, learning resources, and the companionship you needed during your growth. Even if you lost your mother, you can still live happily with the rest of your family and become a successful enough person that everyone will envy and look up to."

The smile faded.

Wen Can threw the ashtray onto the table with a loud bang. He side-glanced at the old housekeeper and spoke in a quiet, low voice, as if he was comforting someone: "Do you think you've lived too long? Or do you think your son who runs a department store chain has lived too long?"

The old butler's face, which always looked like a puppet, finally trembled. His expression changed slightly, and before he could say anything, he heard Wen Can's "Oh" in sudden realization: "I see, you must think that your little grandson who is studying in Berlin and has failed many courses this year and is about to be expelled from school is too disappointing. There is no need for him to live beyond the age of 20..."

Wen Can recognized his expression and smiled: "Right?"

"..."

The old butler shook his hands slightly, lowered his head immediately, and bent his back deeply: "I absolutely did not mean that, sir, I am just a talkative old man, I was wrong."

Wen Can walked out.

"If you know you are an old thing, you should just keep your tail between your legs and wait for death."

When passing by, he paused slightly, glanced at me from the side, and said, "If I hear you say something that you shouldn't say again, old man..."

The rest of the words turned into a short, light laugh.

Wen Can walked out.

Only when the footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor did the old butler slowly stand up, revealing a face covered in cold sweat.

The indoor light shone on his wrinkled face, and his old eyes were still full of trance and disbelief.

——Just now, that person with a cold and murderous intent, like a devil raised in the abyss, was he really Wen Can? The Wen Can who had always been a gentleman and gentle as jade for the past 27 years, as if he would never have a cold face?

Didn't he really have a new soul?

Thinking of the terrible words he had just heard, the old butler shuddered slowly.

In this magnificent house, this palace-like manor, the old butler who has lived like half the owner for decades looked up at the dazzling lamps for the first time, but he did not feel warmth and pride at all, but a chill instead.

It was as if some shadow was silently surging like a tide, bit by bit devouring and engulfing the entire manor, while the people inside were still unaware.