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

His voice choked up. "Ah Can, you know I have never been nice to your father, so he was so indecisive and hesitant. The stricter I was with him and the more I harshly expressed my dissatisfaction with him, the less he dared to show his true self, and the more disappointed and doubtful he became. He changed after he met your mother, and he became a better person after he had you. His love for you two is not fake."

"Think about it, you must remember it all, right?"

The old soul living in the voicemail seemed to have knelt on the ground, shedding turbid tears and making a humble request to him: "He once gave you the best and most sincere love. You were once his most cherished and precious family. No one could compare to you."

"Ah Can," he said, "You are still very young, A Can, you have a long future ahead of you, you should have some of the remaining family affection."

"Grandpa, please."

"Grandpa killed your mother. As the culprit, he is the one who deserves to be killed for his life."

"A-chan, for the sake of our blood relationship, for the sake of your sincere upbringing and cultivation over the years, please live your life in peace with your father."

"Don't hold this shareholders' meeting, don't hand over the company to your father. The group was originally your mother's hard work, wasn't it?"

"Grandpa is sorry."

His trembling breathing echoed in the carriage, and fatigue flooded the air like a tide along with the sound.

The headlights illuminated the road ahead, and the noise of the tires passing over the ground became dull and tiny when it reached my ears, like a vague and hazy illusion.

And in the illusion, only the old man's voice was flowing heavily.

It reminds me of the layers of spider webs in the old castle and the hunched ghosts that appear and disappear among them.

It was so rotten that it seemed to fall off with every breath.

"Grandpa's life was a complete failure. He let people down all the time, but he never once said sorry."

"But Ah Can, you are about to die. I hope you can live a peaceful and relaxed life in the future. I hope you can let go of yourself and find your former self again."

He sighed weakly, and even his tone became long and dreamy: "You used to be so outgoing and carefree. I have never seen a child more dazzling and kind than you. When you were little, you would always say 'Grandpa, I love you' to an old man with a coffin face like me. Your mother taught you very well, and you were born with an endless supply of love, like a treasure that came to our family."

"Grandpa is wrong."

He murmured, "Grandpa ruined everything."

"I will take your mother's life."

"A-chan, even after I die, I will personally kneel down and apologize to your mother, but you don't have to forgive me."

"A-chan, you must let yourself go."

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Stopped abruptly.

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The crackling sound of the radio waves also disappeared, and the carriage was completely filled with the dull howling of the wind outside the window.

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Wen Can's dream was filled with the dreary howling of the wind.

But he was sleeping soundly on this dark road that seemed to have no end.

It's like being dead, yet waiting for the true awakening.

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On top of a high-rise building, in a room with the same closed curtains, another body connected by blood is filled with unprecedented beautiful dreams.

He dreamed of a shareholders' meeting, where all the shareholders, big and small, dressed in suits, wrote his name on cards.

He was then announced on the spot to officially become the real chairman of Wen's Group.

Not an acting position, not temporary, but the real chairman without any prefix.

Amid the applause, he saw the dazzling light of the crystal chandelier again.

Under the spotlight, upper-class men and women attended the event in their best attire, and those in power who usually looked down on him applauded him, with the rims of their glasses raised far below the rims of his cups.

Every familiar or unfamiliar face that looked at him, near and far, was filled with solemn respect and submission, and everyone bowed their heads in awe when his gaze reached them.

Those flickering glances, the dazzling lights, the luxurious light reflected by the wine and porcelain, all gathered together to form a throne beneath him, lifting him to an unprecedented height, high enough to look down on everyone, enough to make everyone look up at him.

And then he always stood so tall.

He flew between countries for his career, his fame spread throughout the world's high society, and his fame ensured that the spotlight never left his side.

He is so dazzling, so high up, so enviable and admirable yet unattainable.

No one in the world dares to ignore him, despise him, or not take his words seriously.

He will live above everyone's head.

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In the darkness, a dreamy smile gradually emerged on the sleeping face of the middle-aged man.

He was immersed in a dazzling dream.

On the phone beside my pillow, time silently approaches the set time.

Tick ​​tock, tick tock...

It is the sound of the countdown to the shareholders' meeting.

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Ding-ling-ling-ling-ling——

The shrill ringing sound pierces the darkness and the dream.

Wen Rong shuddered and sat up suddenly. Amid the endless noise, he hurriedly picked up his phone and turned off the alarm. He was stunned for a long time before he took a deep breath, wiped his face, and got out of bed.

When he opened the door of the lounge, he looked up and met the gazes of several people turning to look at him.

They are all his most loyal subordinates and partners.

Everyone was in a suit.

The head of the public relations department nodded at him and said, "Everyone is paying close attention to the upcoming shareholders' meeting. There are already media at the company's door."

The assistant stood up the moment he left the house and glanced at his watch: "The styling team is downstairs. You have two hours to get ready."

"Where's the old man?"

Someone else stood up and answered, "The condition is stable, but he is still asleep. He will probably wake up after the shareholders' meeting."

"Where is Acan?" Wen Rong asked again.

"I have notified the butler to ask him to come over. He should be here soon."

"Mr. Yuan and the others?"

"I asked the secretaries of several major shareholders, and most of them are already in Yuzhou, staying in nearby hotels. Those who haven't arrived yet are about to land, so no one will be absent."

"The media coming in?"

"We are checking the personnel downstairs and will never allow media that are unfavorable to us to come in and film."

"The party tonight?"

"The young master is in charge of this area, but I heard that he has prepared it very well and is busy downstairs."

Wen Rong had already walked to the door surrounded by people. He nodded and said with a sigh, "He always does things this way. Even if the time is short, he will definitely deliver the best results. I am relieved."

The assistant said, "It was thanks to the young master's thoughtfulness that happened last night, otherwise the public relations would have been more time-consuming and laborious."

Wen Rong nodded, stopped in front of the door, raised his head, and took a deep breath: "Let's go."

He raised his hand, opened the door, stood up and bent down, and strode out of the secretary's office.