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

Maybe someone noticed it.

No matter how frequently an elderly person's bedroom is ventilated or how much incense is burned, there will always be some smell.

But that was not a bad smell. In comparison, it was more like the odor of rotting grass and trees, the smell of an overly vigorous life that had gone through a cycle and was then eaten away by time.

Even if you are as rich as Wen Shengtian, living in a manor worth billions, lying in a room so luxurious that every inch of air is decorated with money, you still cannot escape the process that every ordinary old person has to go through.

Wen Rong wrinkled his nose as he opened the door. In the shadows at the doorway where the bedside lamp couldn't reach, he made an expression of disgust that he himself didn't even know existed. But looking at the old man leaning on the bed, who was as thin and frail as a crumpled newspaper, he took a deep breath, adjusted his expression, and walked over.

The old butler arrived just in time, if it weren't for him, he would have lost his composure in front of Wen Can just now - being provoked by his son at this point was something he absolutely didn't want to happen!

So, for this sake...

He walked over to the bed, and when the light shone on his face, a gentle and concerned smile appeared on his face.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? You're still not asleep so late, are you having a nightmare?"

He half-knelt down beside the bed and looked at the old man with great sincerity.

Wen Shengtian was originally leaning against the head of the bed as stiff and dazed as a dead tree, but he became lively when he heard him speak. His cloudy and empty eyes suddenly turned around and his body sat up straight.

Wen Rong was startled, and before he could come to his senses, his shoulders were held down.

"Wen Rong!"

There was a loud shout, and at the same time the door was closed silently by the old butler who came up from behind.

This bedroom becomes a closed box.

The old man's eyes became bright again, as sharp as the roar of an old lion. His originally wrinkled face and messy white hair turned into a majestic mane. Wen Rong shuddered at this familiar power, but immediately became angry and embarrassed.

But before he could get angry, the old man lowered his body, almost pressed his old nose against his face, and issued a low but threatening warning: "I'm telling you! The board meeting will be held next week, and you should take the initiative to return the position of chairman to Ah Can at the board meeting! Forget about the change of legal person! As for you, you come back to manage the Wen family foundation, don't you love to do charity? Go and be your charity king! Go and donate to the world! Even if you squander the inheritance I left for you, it's okay! Do you hear me!"

"You are crazy!!!"

Wen Rong's face changed drastically and he pushed him away.

The old man was pushed backwards and his head hit the soft bag with a dull thud.

He was seeing stars.

Wen Rong was unaware of this.

He stood up, and his whole body was like a volcano about to erupt. His face and fingers were trembling, and his bones were creaking.

He took a deep breath, but still couldn't stop himself. He tried to untie his tie, but the pain couldn't wake him up. He clenched his fists and stepped forward, pointing at the old man's face: "Listen to what you are saying?!"

"Wen Shengtian!"

He bent down, approached him with a red face and gnashing teeth, and lowered his voice but became more and more angry, "Am I your son? Am I your son?!!!"

"I'm fifty-three! You know what? I'm fifty-three!"

His sleeves were rolled up, his hair was messy, his chest was rising and falling, and every word he spoke was as powerful as throwing a metal ball: "I was fifty-three before I got this position! I was fifty-three before people called me Mr. Wen and Mr. Wen!"

"What was I before this? I am your son, Chi Wandao's husband, Wen Can's biological father, and I am the charity king. Damn charity king, do you think I haven't done enough? Did I do it because I like it?!!"

He slapped the soft cushion behind the old man, almost brushing his face, causing the whole bed to shake a few times.

"I know you don't like me."

He took a deep breath and said, "You have disliked me since childhood. You think I am not smart enough, not decisive enough, and not powerful enough. The two words you say to me the most are disappointment... disappointment—"

He approached the old man's face, and every inch of his skin was exerting force: "You are disappointed when my grades are not good, you are disappointed when my interpersonal relationships are not perfect, you are disappointed when my business talent is not enough, and in the end you are disappointed when I eat too much of the same thing, you are disappointed when I play a sport you don't like, and you are disappointed when I shake hands with those uncles and uncles, my tie color is not solemn enough, and my hair is not neat enough!!!"

"Do you know when you last smiled at me with satisfaction? It was when I got married to Chi Wandao."

In the dim and closed room echoed his mumbling, which sounded like that of a trapped beast or a madman.

"I love her very much. I loved her very much. This is the first time in my life that I love a woman so much. I am ready to fight you. I would rather run away from home and give up my identity as your son to be with her and make her happy. But you didn't give me a chance - you are actually satisfied."

He smiled, but frowned: "This is the first time in my life that you are so satisfied with me, as if I am finally worthy of being your son."

"How incredible! I originally thought you were an old stubborn and control freak who only cared about background and family background, but it turns out that you are so open-minded. As long as the person is good enough, you will still appreciate and even love him even if he has no background—"

"At first I was ecstatic, I thought my happiness was finally coming, but as time went on, I found that I didn't feel good."

He came closer, as if he wanted the old man to see the crazy seriousness in his eyes: "The more you speak softly to Wandao, the more caring you are, the more you value her like a real father, and even hand over the group to her, the more I feel something is wrong - you really are like her real father, really, to be honest, I even secretly did a paternity test for you..."

Wen Shengtian stared at him in disbelief, as if the person in front of him was not a human but a monster with bared fangs and claws.

Wen Rong smiled and said, "Of course, you are not father and daughter, but I didn't feel relieved when I saw the result. On the contrary, my heart dropped."

In the light, his eyes were like two stones sinking to the bottom of deep water, dark and dull, staring straight at the old man: "You can be as good to your excellent daughter-in-law as a real father, but you have been disappointed in your own son for so many years, what does this mean?"

"This means that your own son has been a complete failure since birth."

"I'm trash."

He pointed at his nose and said, "I am a piece of unrecyclable waste. How useless do I have to be for my own father to abandon me and train his daughter-in-law as his successor? How can marriage become the only thing in my life that satisfies and makes you happy?"

"This idea is like a tumor growing in my brain."

A long sigh echoed in the room. “It grew bigger and bigger, until… until Machete died in a car accident, and then it finally exploded.”

His tone became lighter, as if he wanted to float into the air, float up to the sky, to find the dead soul: "I was in pain, very painful, as if I was dead too - but I have to admit that I was secretly relieved at the same time."

"I'm guilty."

He raised his head, his whole body expressing grief and repentance.

But the old man, who had been stunned and shocked listening to his words, finally restrained his expression and revealed a cold, extremely angry and contemptuous smile.

"How dare you say such a thing."

Wen Rong was startled and when he lowered his head he met the old man's contemptuous gaze.

"How shameless of you!"

The old man slammed the bed hard: "You are guilty! But you are not guilty because you are relieved to know that she is dead! You know where your guilt lies!!!"

"..."

Wen Rong's lips twitched convulsively, and the corners of his mouth twitched. After a few seconds, he uttered a harsh but weak voice: "What are you talking about? I am guilty of being born as your son!"

"You are sorry for the curved blade! You are sorry for A-Chan!"

The old man suddenly lowered his voice, leaned forward like a dagger suddenly drawn from its sheath, and thrust it viciously under his eyes. His upward-staring eyes were sharp and poisonous, as if they wanted to tear his skin apart and smash into his brain.

"You know it yourself!"

His voice was gathered into a line, forced out from between his old teeth and lips, and dissipated into the dark and closed night.

As if he was afraid of being heard, even the anger and hatred in his voice became helpless.

Unlike the lowered volume he had lowered, Wen Rong stared into the old man's eyes, and his mind started to boil with a humming sound. A sharp and piercing alarm suddenly rang throughout his body.