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

The door was pushed open heavily, and after it bounced back, the entire piece of glass was still vibrating violently for a long time.

When he rushed in, his whole body was emitting anger that seemed like he was about to collapse, but on the way from the door to the table, he had gradually regained his composure as if he had been suddenly put into a cold storage.

Wen Rong stood up, holding his cane and looking as if he was unable to react.

Ye Kong was still struggling on the sofa trying to stand up.

The man stopped and raised his hand to catch Ye Kong's waving hand. The two hands were instantly clasped together. Then Ye Kong looked up at him. Wen Can moved his throat, bent down, put his arms around her shoulders, and lifted her up easily.

"A-chan, I just..."

Wen Rong's voice sounded, but he paused before he finished speaking. After a few seconds, his face darkened. "My original intention was just to stop her from saying those inappropriate words. But Miss Ye, for Ah Can's sake, I can temporarily pretend that I didn't hear what you said today. But Wen Can," he called the visitor's full name, "you really should think carefully about the relationship between you two. Do you really understand Miss Ye and what kind of person she is?!"

Ye Kong's fall also brought his brain back from its excited state.

She remained quiet and said nothing.

Wen Can held her hand, lowered his head and glanced at her, then lowered his eyes and said lightly: "No matter what kind of person she is, you have no right to do anything to her."

He finally turned around and looked at Wen Rong with cold eyes: "Are you crazy? You hit my girlfriend?"

"I told you I just wanted her to shut up!"

Wen Rong was anxious. He knocked his cane heavily on the ground and said in a stern tone: "Ask her to repeat what she said! Do you dare to say it again in front of A-Chan?!"

Ye Kong pretended not to hear.

Wen Can remained indifferent, his eyes filled with disgust.

Wen Rong became even more anxious. He saw the cameras moving above his head from the corner of his eye. He took two steps back and forth in front of the narrow table, turned his head and glared at Ye Kong, then stared at Wen Can: "She mentioned your mother again and again in front of me! I asked her not to mention it again, but she ignored my wishes and kept asking about your mother! It would have been fine if she asked me, but she also said she would come to ask you, to ask the reporters! She wants to ask about the car accident, she wants to expose your scars! Expose the scars of our family! Such a person who is indifferent to other people's wounds and even happy to applaud is simply, simply a heartless pervert! She is a lunatic!!"

Ye Kong: …………

Wen Can paused for two seconds, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and he subconsciously looked at Ye Kong.

Ye Kong's eyes drifted away, his fingers hanging at his sides, flicking back and forth, not looking at him.

"She just pried into other people's tragic past out of curiosity."

Wen Rong's eyes and expression were very heavy, and there was a kind of suppressed grief and indignation: "Maybe this is what an artist is, feeding on the pain and despair of others - she not only inquired about your mother's death, but also everything about your mother when she was alive. She asked me how much I love you and how much your mother loves this family, and also asked how you got through the car accident. My heart... my heart is bleeding!"

Ye Kong: …………

The girl's eyes suddenly moved and glanced at Wen Rong.

The latter actually raised his hand and pressed his chest. His expression of pain was very real, and his breathing became rapid. "If it weren't for you, why would I listen to her all this? Why would I let her ask these questions that hurt my heart! Until now, no one has ever dared to mention your mother in front of me!"

With the grief-stricken expression still on his face, Ye Kong let out an emotionless laugh.

Then she raised her empty hand and clapped it on the palm held by Wen Can. Amid the loud and short applause, she commented, "What a great fatherly love! I am so moved."

Wen Rong: …………

The man resisted the urge to swing his cane again, took a deep breath and said, "Ah Can, think carefully about your relationship - Daddy doesn't agree for you to continue. Daddy will never allow someone who regards your mother as artistic nourishment to enter our Wen family and become your wife."

popping.

Two more rounds of applause.

"What a great husband! I'm so touched."

Wen Rong: ……………………

The face was visibly twitching and flushing, and the eyes that were about to erupt like magma stared at Ye Kong. After several seconds, he turned around and strode away with his cane.

The cane hit the floor tiles with such force that it seemed as if it was going to knock a hole in it.

When I reached the door, I was interrupted by a quiet voice behind me.

"Don't come to her again."

Wen Can still held Ye Kong's hand, just staring at Wen Rong's back quietly. There was nothing in his eyes, but his tone was very cold, as cold as a pool of deep water in the uninhabited mountains and old forests, which had never been contaminated by anything.

"No matter what it is, or who it is, don't let me see you near her again - otherwise I don't know what I will do, maybe the same as you..."

Wen Rong's body stiffened, and he slowly turned to look at him, with a strange tension in his tone: "Same as me what?"

The corners of Wen Can's mouth turned up, but there was no sign of a smile.

He looked at Wen Rong strangely, and his tone was also strange: "What else could it be? Didn't you just hit her? - Apart from this, is there anything else like you?"

"..." Wen Rong swallowed hard, then raised his cane and pointed it at Wen Can, as if he was very disappointed with his friend. "You threatened to fight your own father just for your girlfriend - Wen Can, you are really promising!"

He shook his head, turned and strode out.

Watching the car quickly drive away from sight, Wen Can still did not look into Ye Kong's eyes.

He just let go of Ye Kong's hand, bent down and picked up the overturned sofa: "Don't meet him alone in the future."

The sofa fell to the ground with a thump.

He looked at the ground, then turned to ask Ye Kong: "Did you hit your head just now?"

"……No."

Ye Kong put one hand behind her back and stared at Wen Can, seeing that Wen Can still hadn't looked her in the eye.

Even when he was asking her, his gaze was only below Ye Kong's eyes.

"Aren't you going to ask me what I said to him?"

"…Is what he just said true?"

"Yes."

"…That doesn't matter. I don't mind. That incident doesn't leave a scar on me."

"But did I alarm him? After all, the questions I asked might have had a huge impact on him - otherwise he wouldn't have been unable to control himself under the camera."

"It won't be a few days anyway." Wen Can sat down on the sofa in the booth next to him, stretched his long legs under the table, leaned his head back, and slowly let out a breath.

Ye Kong walked to the opposite side of him, still staring at him without blinking.

"You drove here yourself? Were you driving very fast?"

"Ah."

"Your bodyguard is still here?"

"Yeah." He explained, "You will only call me if you feel unsafe. You won't report your daily life to me."

"It's okay, I have nothing to keep secret."

Although Ye Kong was answering, his attention was obviously not on his question.

After a pause, she continued, "Your father..." She changed her words, "Wen Rong is a very strange person. Or, in other words, a very hypocritical and contradictory person."

"It doesn't matter."

Wen Can responded quickly, more like a stop, although his tone was calm, even numb: "I don't care what kind of person he is, it will be over soon anyway."

"..."

Ye Kong put his hands behind his back and pointed his fingers behind his back.

The atmosphere began to become subtle.

The air flow seemed to slow down, the clock was ticking, there was no wind, and even the flowers and plants in the room did not sway.

Wen Can seemed to be unaware of all this. He closed his eyes, looking so tired that he seemed like he was going to fall asleep in the next second, yet also seemed ready to get up and leave at any moment.

Ye Kong stood in front of him, as if facing a painting that she wanted to understand but found difficult to start with. She kept a cautious distance and thought carefully. Finally, she asked the question in a cautious tone.

"Did Wen Rong love Chi Wandao?"

Wen Can's breathing stopped.

a wall.

Inside his body, a thick wall that had taken seven years to build, layer by layer, with no end in sight up, down, left, or right, was suddenly smashed by a heavy hammer with a loud bang.

Dust rose and spread like a sandstorm, and he heard the sound of cracks in the wall.

When the thick dust settled, he saw a tiny hole in the crack.

Penetrate the heavy seven years.

Through the narrow hole, he saw a large area of ​​cracked and charred ruins on the other side of the wall, surrounded by gusts of cold wind.

That was his twenty years.

He ignored it for a long time, cut it off for a long time, and never thought about it for the past twenty years.

A chilling chill seemed to blow upon him through the hole.

Wen Can leaned on the sofa, his arms shaking as if they were numb.