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

"Wen Can, Wen Can, Wen Can!"

He opened his eyes silently amid the calls that became louder and louder.

Ye Kong's face was filled in his eyes, which had just cleared up but were still in a trance.

She leaned very close to him, her expression worried, but when their eyes met, she silently changed her expression.

·

Can't tell.

But the moment he suddenly opened his eyes, Ye Kong had a feeling of sudden enlightenment - not the answer, but a clear question.

Something that has always been there, making her feel confused and uncomfortable but she can never figure it out.

After knowing each other for so long, she had long discovered that Wen Can was a person who never showed his emotions, and the same was true for Ai. He never showed his pain. Even if he was pushed out of his wheelchair, even if someone mentioned Chi Wandao's death to his face, he always acted as if nothing had happened and could even laugh depending on the situation.

He is a very patient person.

People who are not close enough probably can't even see the mask on his face.

But Ye Kong is different. She is much closer to him than others, so she knows his patience.

She knew he had Starfly, which was a continuation of his mother's dream.

She knew that the VR glasses he wore every day were loaded with the scene of his mother's car accident. It was his obsession with that tragic death, or perhaps a reminder to himself.

She knew that the magical house upstairs in Huahe Chi's house was filled with everything related to Chi Wandao - that was his longing for his mother.

……

These are the sources of his pain. Although he seems calm, Wen Can is a person who can hide all the storms under a smile.

But, there is something missing in this pain.

Missing Wen Rong's presence.

Although he obviously wanted to take revenge on Wen Rong and would not let Wen Rong get a good result, in the process of doing all this, no emotion towards Wen Rong could be seen.

Not even hatred.

But the strangest thing is not that he has no hatred, but that he has no curiosity.

Even if the murderer is someone they don’t know, the victim’s family members will always yell and cry, “Why did you do this? How did he offend you?”

It's really outrageous, but the more painful it is, the more I want to get to the bottom of it.

Human nature is so obsessed.

But Wen Can didn't seem to be like that at all.

Not only was he not curious about Wen Rong, he didn't even care about her at all.

Just like the scene she witnessed in Nangang, the father was wearing a mask and beating his son crazily, and the son knew clearly who the man in front of him was who wanted to beat him to death, but he had no feeling at all and could only fight back rationally or let him beat him.

He had no anger, no resentment, and no sadness.

this is not right.

Even for someone like her, even without the knowledge she had learned, she knew that this was very wrong.

What's more, Wen Rong was not a stranger to him. She originally thought that perhaps Wen Rong's reputation as a loving wife and son in his early years was all a marketing illusion. She thought that Wen Can knew his father's true face since childhood and that was why he was so indifferent. But based on various phenomena, the image of a loving father in those twenty years was not false, or at least it was true for more than ten years.

Then, facing his father who had suddenly changed, why could Wen Can remain so calm? He was so calm that he didn't even feel hatred, as if the object of his revenge was just a robot, a shell, and therefore did not carry any of his emotions.

"Wen Can."

Seeing the man's eyes quickly clear, she asked the question again, "In your opinion, did Wen Rong love Chi Wandao?"

"…………"

A chill rose from the bottom of his heart, freezing his blood vessels and flesh bit by bit.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

Have you loved? Have you not loved?

Why did he never seem to think about this question?

He hated to think about it.

He didn't want to recall it.

He couldn't remember and couldn't tell the difference.

Why ask this?

"What does it matter if I love you or not?"

He finally heard his own answer, a voice so stiff, cold and tense that it didn't sound like his own - he had never spoken in this tone, not to anyone else, but now he was speaking to Ye Kong like this, but he couldn't control himself.

"What does it matter whether you love me or not?"

Knowing that these were very important words and feelings to Ye Kong, he shouldn't have said that.

"What is love after all? Is love really so beautiful, precious and rare? I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't say this to you in your situation - but who knows? Maybe what you've been pursuing is just a piece of garbage..."

Stop talking.

"Or maybe you're just unlucky. If you didn't have any problems, if your feelings were normal, maybe you should have sneered at love a long time ago, because everyone can talk about love, and love is worthless, even extremely cheap. So I don't care at all and don't want to think about the problem you mentioned."

There was no expression on the man's face, but his complexion was turning paler and paler.

In Ye Kong's slightly dazed eyes, he seemed to be possessed by a robot, just mechanically speaking the lines arranged by the program: "I only know that Wen Rong will pay the price for everything he has done. As for other things, I don't care."

Quiet.

There was a long silence.

Wen Can’s face turned as pale as if he was dying.

There was a numbness in his black eyes that came from being empty.

My heart was falling rapidly, but it took a long time to reach the bottom, as if the abyss was not deep enough and it was going to sink all the way to hell.

What is he talking about?

Is he crazy?

Why did he speak to Ye Kong like this?

Or... he was originally this kind of person. The real him, the one who inherited Wen Rong's bloodline, was originally this heartless, ungrateful, and ugly...

Ye Kong should regret it. She shouldn't have saved him.

It doesn’t matter, that’s fine… Anyway, before he met Ye Kong, his original plan was to find a place to die after everything was over, so it doesn’t matter now.

Just felt cold.

It was like a big hole was torn in my body, empty and cold.

"I'm leaving."

He moved his lips and stood up slowly.

But before he could stand up straight, he was pushed back hard.

His body slammed hard against the back of the sofa. Before he could sit firmly, his legs felt a heavy blow. The wind blew in his face, and just as he was about to stand up, he was knocked back against the back of the sofa.

It was Ye Kong who sat on top and hugged him tightly.

The body temperature was transmitted to him through the tightly embraced bodies, and the big hole that was leaking air seemed to be blocked by something in an instant, and then filled up little by little.

Wen Can leaned against the sofa in a daze, his hands still at his sides, allowing the girl to cling to him like a koala.

"you……"

"Poor little thing."

The girl, who was several years younger than him, murmured in his ear: "It's okay, I'll help you."

"I know what you said is true."

She said, "I know you don't mean what you say."

"It doesn't matter at all, because people are so complicated and contradictory."

"But I don't believe you don't believe in love—"

She whispered in his ear, "Because I know you love me."

"I wasn't sure before, but the moment you stood up and ran towards me in South Port and I saw your eyes, I knew it."

"Wen Can, you cured me, don't even think of escaping with any excuse."