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

This was not a look of being impressed.

Wen Rong met her gaze in the midst of his passion, his emotions surging and his blood boiling, and his enthusiasm was once again attacked by an ice bucket.

His face froze for a moment - he felt incredible.

He himself was moved!

He himself was so excited because he recalled his love in his youth after so many years, and his love seemed to be revived. He swore that he didn't say a single word false! His nose was sore! But Ye Kong was just like she had given up all feelings. The way she looked at him reminded him of humans watching ants moving - no, they might be moved by watching ants moving, but she didn't have any emotions at all.

"and then?"

——She continued to ask like a robot.

"And then...we got married."

Wen Rong's emotions were forcibly taken away by the girl's eyes. He was obviously very uncomfortable and could no longer return to his previous state as if he was helped by God.

He continued with a somewhat numb face: "We were also very happy after marriage. Her proposal to me and the birth of Ah Can were the top two happiest moments in my life..."

"The top two? So, the proposal is first, and Wen Can's birth is second?"

Was interrupted again.

"of course."

"Are these two kinds of happiness the same? Is it just that the former has a greater impact?"

"..."

Faced with the girl's inquiring eyes, Wen Rong's mouth twitched.

What on earth is this person doing? What's wrong with her brain? Is she normal? What kind of weird questions are she asking?

While Ye Kong was looking at him and waiting for an answer, his hand inadvertently rested on the magazine and he tapped on it out of boredom.

——Since I need her help temporarily.

Wen Rong racked his brains and gritted his teeth in his heart, but he had to follow Ye Kong's question and think about things he had never thought about before.

“Of course it’s a different kind of happiness.”

"Why? Why can happiness feel different?"

"…Because love is different." Wen Rong said stiffly, "I love Wandao because I want to be with her and create a future with her, and we love Ah Can because we hope to protect him, accompany him as he grows up, and hope that he can realize his dreams and grow up freely."

He slowly came back to his senses, his eyes trance-like as if he was back in that loving delivery room: "For us, Ah Can is not the continuation of life, but the continuation of love. He was born into this world because of our love, and we love him, and we hope that he can have the same beautiful and passionate love as us in the future."

"..." Ye Kong's mouth twitched, feeling a bit unlucky, so she immediately asked, "Oh? Are you cursing Wen Can to be widowed or cursing me to death?"

"..."

the third time.

This time it felt worse.

In the last second, you are still recalling the happiness and anticipation of your child's birth, and in the next second, you are suddenly pulled into inevitable death.

Wen Rong's hands on the table suddenly tightened, and his expression darkened: "Please respect my wife."

Ye Kong straightened up and leaned back: "Just stating the facts is disrespectful?"

"Would you also mention his mother so brazenly in front of A-Chan?"

"So what if I mention it?"

"Then you're going too far!" Wen Rong stared at him reproachfully, "At least his scars shouldn't be exposed by the person he loves!"

"In your opinion, mentioning Ms. Chi is just opening up Wen Can's scars?"

"It's not just his scar, it's mine, it's our whole family's scar." His voice became softer, as if involuntarily, and full of pain.

The girl's chin is naturally slightly raised because of her leaning back posture. Both her posture and expression fully demonstrate the word "indifferent".

After looking at Wen Rong like this for a few seconds, she even laughed. With an inhumane coldness, she said, "But I'm very curious about Ms. Chi. What should I do? I might have to mention her many times in the future?"

Wen Rong was stunned and stared at her fiercely.

Ye Kong remained motionless, with a smile on his face, and continued, "I want to know Ms. Chi's personality when she was alive, where she lived from childhood to adulthood, what she liked to eat, drink, and play, what classes Ms. Chi taught, and what achievements her students had. I also want to know--"

After a pause of just one second, she continued in the same tone, "How did Ms. Chi die? Why did the car accident happen? What was she doing before the accident? What happened after the accident? Where are the things she left behind? How was her legacy handled? Did her students come to mourn? How did her friends miss her? And her son... How did he encounter a second car accident in his life after his mother's death? How did he spend the time between the two accidents? And..."

Snapped--

Wen Rong slammed his palm on the table, and the thick glass tabletop was shaken slightly. It was obvious that he was using so much force and the sound was so loud that it naturally interrupted Ye Kong's speech.

Wen Rong glared at her as if his eyes were about to spit blood.

"Ye Kong! Don't go too far! Do you really love Ah Can? If you really love him, you wouldn't hurt him again and again! You knew that he saw his mother die with his own eyes, but you still had no scruples! Does he know that you mentioned his mother's death in such a frivolous and cold tone behind his back?! What do you regard human life as? What do you regard other people's pain as?!"

He was furious, veins popping out on his neck. "You are simply a demon! I finally know where you got those paintings! You are simply feeding on other people's pain! It's ok to treat others, but I will never allow you to do the same to Ah Can!"

Ye Kong glared at him and laughed twice without any emotion: "What can you do?"

She reached out her index finger and tapped the magazine: "You even invited me to be interviewed in the magazine."

"Just pretend I didn't come today!" Wen Rong panted heavily, his eyes filled with anger, "I've considered you for nothing!"

Seeing him about to leave, Ye Kong pressed his neck and said lazily: "Well, even if it's not this magazine, there are many media outlets that want to invite me for interviews."

Wen Rong paused.

Ye Kong pretended not to notice and muttered to himself, "That's what happens when you're too famous. Maybe it's because I haven't made any comments since I went public. It seems like everyone wants to hear my first speech. I think I should have many opportunities to mention Ms. Chi to everyone in the future. Who knows? Maybe there will be many people willing to help me get to know her."

"..."

Wen Rong, who had just stood up, slowly sat back down.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, he was completely calm.

"What do you want to do? If you want to understand her, just ask me - don't ask Achan, don't ask anyone else. No one knows Scimitar better than me."

"Oh?" Ye Kong was a little surprised. She sat up straighter. "You've made such a great sacrifice? You'd rather have your scars exposed than let A-Chan recall that painful memory? But...why don't you let me ask others? Do all people have scars?"

"..." Wen Rong's face was tense and expressionless, "Acan will see it."

"Great fatherly love."

Ye Kong gave his evaluation in a bland manner, just like reciting a sutra.

She lifted her eyelids and looked across, her eyes like a piece of transparent water under a glacier: "But I just saw a press release online today, which tells the love story between you, Mr. Wen, and Ms. Chi. Although it is far less specific and exciting than what you told today, it doesn't seem fake either - tell me, why is that?"

"..."