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

The girl stood there with a relaxed posture and expression.

Among the crowd of people whose eyes were rolling around in shock, her dark pupils were so dazzlingly calm.

Even though there was no smile on her face, but just a thoughtful look, it aroused Wen Rong's anger in an unusual way.

He sensed a silent but supreme contempt—as if she had known what kind of person he was, and so she was not shocked at all, but had come to see a lackluster show.

Wen Rong's face was shaking slightly.

He stopped in front of Ye Kong, and the police couldn't push him violently, so they had to stop as well.

Wen Rong stiffened his neck and turned to stare at Ye Kong, his tone stiff but gentle: "Daughter-in-law, you should not have misunderstood me, right? Our Wen family needs a young lady who can basically distinguish right from wrong, not a fool who follows the crowd."

Ye Kong was originally thinking about something, but when he heard the voice, he focused his attention on the man's face.

The photographer, who had been shaking with excitement since the incident, immediately zoomed in again and again until Ye Kong's face was clearly captured in close-up on the screen.

Everyone saw the sudden smile on the girl's face.

It was a smile that could not be suppressed, as if he had seen a clown play: "First of all, please call me Miss Ye or the Undead Demon. Secondly, I think my boyfriend needs a father who has a clean record and has not killed his wife or children. So, wait until you can really come out of the procuratorate with dignity, then come and discuss seniority with me. Otherwise, you don’t even have a son, and you still want a daughter-in-law?"

The girl made a "please" gesture.

Personable and polite: "You should go."

"...Of course I didn't!"

Wen Rong was pushed a few times, but his face was still twitching, and he squeezed out a gritted but resounding promise from between his teeth.

His hands, which were handcuffed in front of him, were shaking slightly.

This little episode was like a stone thrown into the water, causing the originally silent guests to finally burst into whispers.

"…What kind of magical realism is this? Am I really not dreaming?"

"Did Wen Rong really kill Chi Wandao? Was he also responsible for Wen Can's car accident?"

"…I can't believe it, but if it's true—it's a total horror movie."

"…But I think Wen Rong's behavior is a little abnormal."

"He panicked, so it must be true."

"You can only know a person's face but not his heart. He is really a beast in human skin!"

"How dare he act so affectionately? Isn't he afraid that Chi Wandao will come and stand at his bedside in the middle of the night?"

"When rich families become dirty, they are no worse than the entertainment industry."

"Chi Wandao is so miserable..."

"I still can't believe it..."

"If it's true, then his performance tonight will go down in history. His shamelessness is as thick as the universe."

"This old immortal thing..."

"How shameless..."

……

The fragmented voices intertwined into a spider web, gently and softly but densely entangling the air.

Wen Rong walked in it and felt his wrists being handcuffed and his body being bound up layer by layer.

Shame came over me like a tidal wave, and my heartbeat got faster and faster, but it was completely opposite to the previous excitement filled with pride and expectation.

He wished he were deaf and blind, wished he could turn into stone or air, wished he could crawl into a crack in the ground or into a wine glass.

He wished he could die immediately, wished he had never been born. He didn't want to be stared at by these terrible eyes, nor did he want to hear these terrible whispers full of contempt.

dong dong dong-

dong dong dong-

It was his heart beating against his chest.

The voice mixed with the pointing and whispering of the crowd, becoming louder and louder, resounding through his eardrums like a three-dimensional surround, making him become smaller and more humble. He had to shrink back, hunch his shoulders and lower his head, his breathing gradually became difficult, and his eyes began to tremble and wander.

Until he saw another person.

This time the focus is automatically tightened.

Because when that face appeared in his field of vision, his nervous and embarrassed heartbeat immediately eased for a moment - as if he had found a savior.

He was stunned for a moment, then immediately rushed forward impatiently. Even when someone grabbed his shoulders and shouted at him, he was pressed in place, but he still struggled forward.

"Achan! Son! Son!"

His eyes were eager, and his red eyes were almost about to shed tears: "Son!"

He choked up, and as if he had instinctively considered it, he didn't say anything to ask for help, but just shouted with great emotion: "Son! Don't worry about me! Daddy will be fine! You know Daddy loves you and Mommy - Daddy will be back soon, and during this time, I'll leave the company and the house to you, I know you can do it."

Some people in the live broadcast room began to express doubts.

-It’s very touching. Could it be that he was really wronged?

-If this is also acting, then he can definitely enter the entertainment industry

-So emotional, this must be fake! Who can make such an expression to someone they want to kill?

……

The crowd is crowded.

Wen Can was standing in the crowded crowd.

Amidst many different gazes, the man just stood there quietly, staring at his father who was struggling like a trapped beast and sobbing with red eyes like a loving father.

"A-Can! A-Can! Be good, wait for dad to come out! We will live a good life in the future! Take your mother's share!"

He was forcibly taken away by holding his shoulders.

As he passed through the crowd that automatically parted, he struggled to let out a heartfelt cry that would move anyone who heard it.

dong dong dong-

The movement came to an end.

The chanting ends.

The heavy and solemn drumbeats brought this magnificent epic to an end.

Wen Rong was being escorted to the exit of the banquet hall.

"A-chan! You must remember to go to the hospital to see your grandfather! Don't tell him about this! He will be worried!"

He was still screaming.

The last long note played by the violin on the stage also came to an end.

-

Silence descends.

Within seconds.

There was a crisp snapping sound.

Snapped--

Snapped--

Snapped--

The palms hit each other, making crisp applause sounds.

One, two, three times, gradually one after another, fast, dense, neat and loud, reaching everyone's ears.

It also reached Wen Rong's ears.

He stopped in his tracks, his eyes ablaze with fire, and turned around to use his burning eyes to see who dared to applaud at this time. When he came out, he would definitely kill this person...

clap clap-

The applause continues.

The timing was like applauding the ups and downs of the magnificent song of the goddess of fate.

But when Wen Rong turned around, and when everyone turned around to look, they realized that the person who was applauding was not looking at the stage.

He was in the crowd, staring expressionlessly at Wen Rong who was being escorted by the police.

He was applauding Wen Rong.

The same scene has happened several times today.

Just like at the shareholders' meeting in the morning and under the podium in the evening, he did the same thing, staring at Wen Rong and applauding him sincerely.

His eyes were focused, his expression was serious, and his movements were powerful.

He is Wen Can.

The lone applause that echoed throughout the venue made everyone open their mouths and reveal expressions of disbelief once again.

Through the crowd, Wen Rong's dull eyes met Wen Can's eyes again.

There was no need to think, only the instinct of the moment their eyes met, the truth was like a huge wave, covering the sky and the sun from above and hitting him hard.

In an instant, Wen Rong's face, which had been trying its best to maintain a decent performance, was completely distorted -

"Wen Can!!!! It's you!!!"

He howled, and turned from a human into a mad monster with a green face and fangs, and pounced on the crowd with bloodshot eyes.