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

The hospital corridor, which was filled with people but extremely quiet, suddenly rang out with the old housekeeper's strange cry: "What? Are you crazy?"

The bed in the room was very large. The old man's white hair was combed neatly. His wrinkled but stern face looked very oppressive under the light. It was obvious that he had washed and tidied himself up before Wen Can arrived, but even so, patients could only wear hospital gowns in the hospital.

The blue and white striped open-collared clothes covered his body, making his body, which looked tall and straight when he stood, look as thin as a stick.

The quilt was pulled neatly to his waist, and he folded his hands and pressed them on the quilt. This image had already restored his weakness and embarrassment to the greatest extent.

But Wen Can asked a bodyguard to lift his quilt in front of so many people to see if there was any Tibetan on the bed - this was a naked humiliation, because anyone with eyes could only tell from the flat quilt that he was very thin and there was no possibility of a Tibetan underneath.

Therefore, Wen Can's purpose was to humiliate him.

Warm and bright.

The good boy who had been elegant and polite since childhood, an excellent child who was even more standard than the label, and a textbook of etiquette who always maintained basic respect for elders under any circumstances - whether to the old man on the bed or the housekeeper under the bed, his behavior at this time was roughly the same shock as when everyone discovered that Wen Rong was actually a wife-killer.

"No! Absolutely not! You are simply unfilial..."

"it is good!"

A low shout interrupted the old butler's rebuke.

The old butler turned back in horror: "Old sir!"

But the old man just stared at Wen Can. His eyes, even with his drooping eyelids, still showed a sharpness that pierced into Wen Can's eyes like nails, as if to penetrate his skin and see into his heart.

But Wencan looks flawless.

He simply retracted his outstretched arms, without revealing any emotion on his face or in his eyes, and he even raised his eyebrows and smiled at him, as if this was just a casual occasion for a grandparent and grandchild to have afternoon tea together.

Wen Shengtian stared at him motionlessly.

The old housekeeper returned to the ward and stopped Secretary Fei, saying angrily: "Let me do it! As long as you can see and confirm it, it's fine, right?!"

Fei Mi looked at Wen Can, who nodded indifferently.

But before the old butler could go over and lift the quilt, Wen Shengtian took action first.

Although his fingers were trembling, he tried his best to suppress his emotions and lifted the quilt with steady movements.

He was still leaning steadily against the head of the bed, but his lower body exposed from under the quilt was only wearing shorts, revealing half of his skinny torso - these were shorts prepared by the hospital to make it easier for nurses to deal with special problems of some elderly people.

Seeing this scene, the old housekeeper almost burst into tears. He rushed over to cover him with the quilt, then turned around and glared at Wen Can: "Is that enough now?!"

Wen Can withdrew his gaze calmly: "You can leave now."

He looked at Wen Shengtian again and smiled: "Don't you want to chat? I think we don't have much time. After all, you have things to arrange, and I have things to arrange too, right?"

"Everyone, get out and take everyone off this floor."

Wen Shengtian put his trembling hands back on the quilt and gave the order in a deep voice.

Secretary Fei nodded to Wen Can and left.

The old butler could only leave reluctantly.

When he passed by Wen Can, he still did not hide his resentful look.

Wen Can didn't even glance at him: "Just because he woke up, you think you're okay again? Your son and grandson aren't afraid of me anymore?"

He still didn't look at the housekeeper: "Are you looking for death?"

The old butler shuddered all over, not daring to look at him any longer, and left quickly.

Two rows of bodyguards left with Secretary Fei and the old butler. The footsteps became silent and soon disappeared completely as the elevator went down.

Not until the entire floor was as silent as a haunted house did Wen Can finally take a step and slowly walk into the ward.

From the dim corridor to the brightly lit ward, his expression was reversed - as if he was covered with an invisible mask, becoming increasingly cold.

"You don't need to scare him like that. He won't live for many years anyway—just like me."

This was the first sentence Wen Shengtian said.

Wen Can closed the door with his backhand and replied indifferently: "So what? Not living for a few more years won't affect his mischief. Besides, how do you know I'm just scaring him and not really doing it?"

"Because you're not that kind of person."

Wen Can turned around and met the old man's powerful and determined eyes.

"You are not that kind of person, A-chan - no matter what the situation is, you have your bottom line."

"..."

During the silence, Wen Can's teeth were obviously clenched, and finally he let out a weird laugh: "My bottom line is a reason for others to have no bottom line, right?"

"A-chan."

"Spending money to remove the trending searches, having the PR team work all night, and hiring a team of lawyers to rush to the police station to protect him - you've been preparing for this for a long time, right? When did it start?"

"...After you came back from Nangang." The old man was silent for a moment before answering, "I found that the conflict between you was absolutely irreconcilable, so I started to prepare these."

"What about suicide? Is it real or just a show?"

"Of course it's true!" The old man looked up and stared at him. "When you took him to meet those directors and shareholders, I knew everything was about to begin. I guessed that you would send him to that position, tie the group to him, and then send him and the entire Wen family to death! I can't watch you do this! But I also know that your anger cannot be dissipated, so I think...so I think let me pay for it with my life! I really want to repent! I really want to pay with my own life!"

His expression gradually became anxious, and his body left the pillow and leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted Wen Can to understand his painstaking efforts: "I really want to die! I originally prepared a letter for the lawyer, asking him to give it to you after I die, hoping that you can let your father go because I paid for it with my life! He really gave you life anyway and loved you for twenty years! I can't watch you two really become enemies of life and death! I can't watch the entire Wen family and the entire group be buried with your father-son relationship! That's also your hard work!"

"That's my mother's hard work!!"

Wen Can let out the first roar.

But he immediately controlled himself, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, let the blood slowly fade from his face, and opened his eyes when he calmed down. He walked to the bedside and sat down, saying calmly: "Go on, what else have you done for your good son? It should be more than this, right? Did you make the witness change his testimony?"

"Yes."

Wen Rong also regained his composure, his tone steady and gloomy: "I didn't expect you to find him, someone I couldn't even find - but after I realized you were going to deal with your father, I immediately started thinking of ways to monitor your people. After you found him, I was naturally able to follow your clues to find him. Whatever you can do, I can do the same."

He said calmly, "He won't change his confession again after he changes it, because his wife and children are all in my hands, and he knows very well that my heart and methods are definitely colder and more cruel than yours - as for Driver Chen, you know, he has watched you grow up."

Wen Can took a deep breath and smiled: "What else?"