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

The long debate came to an end.

The voting session begins.

First, decide on the legal representative.

There was not much objection to this, and most shareholders wrote quickly. The voting cards were collected one by one by the secretaries and placed next to the host.

While counting the votes, Wen Rong was still asking Wen Can whether the milk tea tasted good or not, as if he didn't care about the result at all.

Wen Can was not in the mood, but he still drank the milk tea sip by sip.

He was thinking whether he should trick Ye Kong into going to the hospital for a physical examination someday. She loved sweets so much that she was crazy about it. He didn't know if it would affect her health. If it did, what if she refused to change her sweet habit? He couldn't force her to monitor her diet, could he? This would make him look like a dad, and she would definitely not like it, but he couldn't just sit back and watch...

too difficult.

Wen Can frowned slightly.

Just as the host finished reading out the votes, Wen Rong defeated other candidates including Wen Can with an overwhelming vote rate and officially became the new legal representative of the group.

A live broadcast camera happened to capture this scene, and someone immediately typed in the barrage.

-Why is Wen Can frowning? Isn't it that he doesn't like to meddle in other people's affairs?

- Pretend to be noble

-It may also be that not wanting you and others not looking down on you are two different concepts. He thinks he can choose not to choose you but you can't choose not to choose him, haha

-I didn't expect you to be such a gentle person. Your father was really busy taking care of you, but you took advantage of him and acted like a good kid.

- It's obvious that Wen Can grew up spoiled. After his mother passed away, there were few news reports about him and his father traveling together. It's possible that without his mother to take care of him, he won't be considerate of his father.

-What should I do if I suddenly feel sympathy for Wen Rong?

-The comments seem to be going crazy, starting to sympathize with the wealthy families with assets worth hundreds of billions

……

This frown was not only captured by the live broadcast, but Wen Rong also caught a glimpse of it.

His heart skipped a beat, but along with that chill came another unfamiliar feeling - like sourness, but also like a gradually growing ecstasy.

That's probably - are you jealous of me sometimes?

Have you ever seen me surpass you?

"The votes have come out. I declare that from now on, Mr. Wen Rong will replace Mr. Wen Can and become the new legal representative of Wen's Group! From now on..."

The host's passionate official words echoed throughout the conference room.

Most people just clapped calmly, but Wen Rong felt as if his heart was actually trembling with that passionate tone.

Without any warning, yet as expected, he suddenly thought of Wen Shengtian.

Hatred suddenly arose.

But it was much lighter than last night.

It doesn't hurt, and it even seems to be high above.

He felt it was a pity, but also thought that he should have called the hospital before starting to see if he could find a way to wake the old man up so that he could see this scene.

——How did his son, whom he had never been optimistic about, whom he had suppressed, and looked at with disappointment and disdain all his life, defeat his grandson, whom he had valued for more than ten years and taught personally, openly in front of countless people?

Everyone chose him willingly.

Instead of choosing Wen Can.

He recalled the frowning expression of the young man just now, savored it again and again, and sighed in his heart - you really should feel it, because your father has endured this feeling for decades!

Emotions were like a monster that had been hungry for decades. It smacked the unprecedented wonderful taste again and again, but in the end it still felt not enough, so it whispered to Wen Can: "Son, what's wrong with you? Pay attention to your expression, there is a live broadcast."

There was deep worry in his tone.

But his eyes were fixed sideways on Wen Can's face.

What did he expect to see? He couldn't tell, but it should be a forced smile, or a sullen look - of course the former was better, because it was more like him in the past.

He has been doing this for the past ten years.

He was like this when others were praising his wife and when everyone was in awe and fear of his son.

He tried hard to suppress the gnaws in his heart and the jealousy that was tightening his heart like a vine, and he tried to put on a naturally proud smile, and when he turned around to others, he pretended not to hear the ridicule of "Thank goodness you have such a wife and son, Mr. Wen is really enjoying a peaceful life."

The past flashed through his mind like a scene from a movie, but because of his new situation, it became blurry and fragmented, and could no longer be seen clearly.

He thought that this was like a light boat sailing through thousands of mountains.

His worried gaze met Wen Can's eyes as he turned around to look at him.

The young man was leaning back in his chair, drinking a milk tea straw from his mouth. The light was lighting up his sidelong glance, making him look pretty and frivolous - but that was deliberate frivolity - and Wen Rong was immediately reminded of Chi Wandao.

Chi Wandao has a gentle and beautiful face, but because of her overly lively eyes, any expression she makes looks very natural, so she is sometimes quirky, sometimes frivolous, and often gives Wen Rong the beautiful illusion of having several wives - it is beautiful when in love, but when he suddenly thinks of her at this moment, the expression on Wen Rong's face freezes.

But the ominous feeling only lasted for a moment.

When Wen Can raised his eyebrows, the illusion faded from him.

The young man just took another sip of milk tea without much interest: "The milk tea is too sweet, it's too sickening."

He was explaining why he was frowning.

Wen Rong, however, felt that he was lying and being stubborn.

The unhappiness of the previous second was quickly ignored, and he began to sigh in his heart again: I have never felt what it feels like not to be chosen, it is normal for Acan to feel uncomfortable, but Acan is not the kind of person who will regret it, at most he will just be in a bad mood, and then I can cultivate our relationship again.

Thinking of this, he patted Wen Can's back, smiled softly and said, "Let them prepare something less sweet next time."

"Forget it." But Wen Can said, "I still want something sweet."

"You kid..."

Wen Rong, however, felt better and better.

He felt the harmony between father and son for the first time in a long time, and felt that being a good father was a good feeling for the first time in a long time.

After today, he will be a good father.

"Next, it's time to vote on the position of chairman."

The host's cautious voice was carried throughout the conference room through the microphone.

Some shareholders who were originally talking in low voices all quieted down.

The huge conference room fell into a sticky silence again.

The shareholders frowned in the light, some looked at others, and some stared at the cards in their hands in deep thought. The air seemed to thin away little by little, and the atmosphere became tense.

This serious aura, which can be perceived only through images without the need for words, makes everyone understand that the selection of the legal representative is just a small appetizer, and this is the highlight of today.

The live broadcast camera locked on to the faces of several key figures in crazy close-ups.

——Even reporters and audiences know that today’s highlight will be in the next vote.