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

The roar echoed back and forth in the pale and dark corridor.

The light was pale, and the bodyguards' suits were pitch black.

All humans seemed to have become lifeless and breathless stone statues, and no one dared to shift their gaze to the center of the passage.

The only one whose nostrils twitched and whose breathing was burning with anger no longer looked like a human being. He looked more like a wild beast out of control.

He almost raised his fist to hit the old butler who was also frozen with fear. Looking at his wrinkled and dull face, he could easily think of the old man lying comfortably in the ward - his face was trembling, and even his messy and disheveled hair was trembling.

His fists became tighter and tighter, and his buzzing brain almost made him want to take action.

There was only a spider-like thread connecting his sanity, letting him know that he must not hit anyone in the hospital. Even the words he just yelled were inappropriate. He should not add a fatal weakness to himself at this juncture.

Can……

"You, how can you say such a thing?"

The old butler finally spoke out in disbelief: "That's your father!"

Because of excessive shock and anger, the old man's hoarse voice even broke a little: "Old sir, he...he did it all for you! How can you be so ungrateful!!"

hum-

The spider silk broke.

Sanity collapses.

Wen Rong's face suddenly looked like a swollen and red steamed bun, which seemed to be about to crack in the next second.

He finally raised his fist and smashed it into the old man's face.

Amid the screams, Wen Can, who had been among them but was just a bystander, finally raised his eyes and grabbed Wen Rong's hand.

In an instant, veins popped up on the back of his hand, and he exerted force on his entire arm, pulling Wen Rong half a circle away from the old butler, and only then did he stop the fist that was coming with all his strength.

"Dad, calm down."

The man's voice was gentle and calm, which quickly cooled Wen Rong's furious brain.

In his peripheral vision, half a head flashed in from the end of the corridor, and Wen Rong broke out in a cold sweat.

Wen Can turned his head to take a look, raised his hand and made a "chase" gesture, and Secretary Fei took a step and ran over.

"It won't get out."

Wen Can patted him on the back: "The most urgent task now is to convey the message correctly so as not to affect tomorrow's shareholders' meeting."

Wen Rong raised his head and looked at him, then looked at the old butler over there who was still frightened and terrified.

In such a contrast, he was calm, yet at the same time, in this calmness, he was very emotional and figured out who was on his side.

Nodding reluctantly, Wen Rong glanced at the bodyguards present and said in a gloomy tone: "You are all professionals and should know what the biggest taboo in this industry is - if you encounter such a big thing, you will get a bonus as long as you handle it well. Everyone should understand."

All the bodyguards bowed their heads in unison to show their loyalty.

Wen Rong reluctantly put his mind at ease, walked to the door of the intensive care unit, and looked at the old man on the bed through the glass.

Without looking back, he said calmly: "Uncle, you have also worked in the Wen family for so many years, and you are no different from half a member of the Wen family."

The old butler raised his head, his expression still somewhat resentful: "Yes, I have been with you for almost as long as you are old, but I didn't expect to encounter something like this today..."

"Your son, daughter-in-law, grandson and grandson's wife all work for the Wen family, right?" Wen Rong interrupted him nonchalantly without even listening to what he said, "Even the great-grandson is studying in a private aristocratic elementary school through the Wen family's connections."

The old man was startled, his expression immediately stiffened, and after a while he twitched his mouth: "You, what do you mean?"

"You've seen it. Even if my dad is out of danger, he'll still have to stay in bed for more than ten days. Even if he's discharged from the hospital, I'm afraid he won't live long. I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to protect your family anymore."

"Do you understand?" Wen Rong finally turned around and looked at the old housekeeper: "Shut your mouth and recognize who the master of the Wen family is. Your family of lowly people may still be able to continue to enjoy wealth and glory. Otherwise--"

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and under the pale light he looked like a ghost from hell: "Are you so old and dying that you don't care about how your descendants live?"

·

The old butler left tremblingly under the "escort" of two bodyguards.

Wen Can personally taught him what to say in front of the reporters and repeated it several times to make sure that he remembered it before letting him go.

The corridor remained silent.

Wen Can walked to Wen Rong and looked at the old man wearing an oxygen mask in the room with him.

"I'm afraid your grandfather has suffered a great crime this time."

Wen Rong said.

Wen Can didn't say anything.

Wen Rong didn't care, and after a moment he said, "You said tomorrow's shareholders' meeting..."

"It won't have any impact." Wen Can interrupted his hesitation, "Whatever the result is, it will be."

After a pause, he added: "We can't have this happen every time and then the company will never hold meetings again."

"……yes."

Wen Rong heaved a long sigh of relief. A smile finally appeared on his dead face that had been there all night, but it quickly disappeared. His eyes became cold and terrifying: "Your grandfather... has been dissatisfied with me all his life. I know that, but I never thought that he hated me so much."

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and let out an extremely angry yet extremely happy laugh: "What a pity, I just happened to be his son. He can only regret this until he dies."

"Don't say such things."

Wen Can seemed to disagree and spoke in an unpleasant tone.

Wen Rong patted his shoulder and said, "I know you are a good and filial child. The matter between your grandfather and I will not involve you. You can be filial to him in any way you want in the future. Dad will not be unhappy."

Wen Can was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Grandpa actually loves you very much."

Wen Rong sneered eagerly and sharply, shook his head and didn't respond. He just patted his arm again and said, "Okay, there are people guarding here. Let's go prepare for tomorrow's meeting. Most likely, the news was leaked in the ambulance. I guess there's a big commotion outside by now."

As he said this, he walked towards the lounge next door.

Wen Can didn't follow immediately.

His dark eyes turned towards the ward and he stared at the old man who was breathing hard inside for a long while before he withdrew his gaze indifferently and walked into the lounge.

·

Wen Rong was already seated when I entered.

The phone in his hand was playing a live broadcast from a gossip account.

The live broadcast location is downstairs.

A swarm of reporters surrounded the butler who was protected by bodyguards, and asked sharp and harsh questions one after another.

"May I ask why Mr. Wen committed suicide? How many sleeping pills did he take?"

"How is Mr. Wen? Is he out of danger?"

"How does Mr. Wen get along with Mr. Wen? Is the relationship between father and son good?"

"Is Mr. Wen so dissatisfied with Premier Wen that he chose to commit suicide to prevent Premier Wen from succeeding to the throne?"

"What is the relationship between President Wen and Young Master Wen? Should tomorrow's shareholders' meeting really go on? Does this mean that the father and son of the Wen family don't care whether the old man lives or dies?"

……

Wen Rong sneered, "Listen, your grandfather is making such a fuss, and we are both going to become ungrateful and heartless wolves!"

Wen Can walked over and sat down opposite him, leaning his head back on the sofa. It took him a long time to catch the old man's trembling voice amid the noisy sounds.

"I...our old man did not commit suicide."

The shutter sounds surged like a wave.

"He, he just had severe insomnia because of the shareholders' meeting. He has been taking sleeping pills to help him sleep recently. He didn't fall asleep until midnight tonight, so he got a little anxious and took a few more pills. Who knew he would have a serious reaction, so I quickly called an ambulance."

Questioning voices roared immediately.

"But it was revealed that he ate a whole bottle!"

"I don't know where this news came from, but I'm sure he just ate a few extra pills."

The old butler sounded embarrassed, but he didn't sound fake.

The reporter then changed the subject: "Why does he suffer from insomnia? Is it because he is firmly opposed to Premier Wen's succession but is ignored? Why is their relationship so bad?"

"No, no... He can't sleep because he's nervous about you. You've become too famous recently. Some people even came to the Wen family and climbed over the wall to take pictures. The old man is happy for you, but at the same time, he's worried that you'll fail at tomorrow's shareholders' meeting and make everyone disappointed in you. If such great praise turns into slander, he's worried that you'll be devastated."

As if afraid that others would not believe him, the old man said, "Sir, he is the old man's only son. Just like I was nervous for my grandson when he was elected as the class monitor in school, the old man would naturally be nervous for him. There is absolutely no such thing as a bad relationship between them. It's just that outsiders don't know it."

These are what Wen Can taught the old butler.

The words may not be exactly the same, but the general content is the same.

Hearing this voice, Wen Rong's expression was definitely not good.

His body relaxed, but his face showed the opposite, irony and embarrassment.

Wen Can leaned against the sofa, his dark pupils under his drooping eyelashes reflected that ugly expression, without any emotion fluctuation.

The Q&A session continues.

Although the old butler stumbled, his answers were flawless. Gradually, he added some content that Wen Can did not teach him, which made his answers more credible.

"This old guy is quite good at dealing with reporters." Wen Rong said sarcastically, "Can anything become a spirit if it stays with your grandfather?"

After a slight pause, Wen Rong added: "I'm not talking about you."

The reason for the patch is that after Wen Can was discharged from the hospital after a car accident at the age of 20, the old man took care of him for a long time. After that, the old man kept him by his side at all times when he was discharged from the hospital, and never left him alone when he was on business trips or in and out of the company. He took care of him and let him accumulate experience. After he became fully proficient, he directly delegated power to him.

It can't be said that he is not attentive, nor can it be said that he doesn't care.

Wen Rong looked at Wen Can's face inconspicuously, but found that his expression was a little unclear because of the direct light.

But no matter what, the young man's posture of leaning back on the sofa without moving or moving at all looks "indifferent".

A strange sense of disharmony rose like smoke.

Wen Rong's heart moved, and just as he was about to say something, he heard Wen Can speak.

"That's not right."

The body straightened up as if it had just grown joints, and leaned forward until the arms were supported by the elbows.

Wen Can clasped his hands together, raised his eyes and looked directly at Wen Rong, his eyes curved gently:

"I grew up by your side, didn't I?"