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

"You know I won't tell."

The light shone on the old man's solemn face, burning his wrinkled skin like an oil lamp.

"Since I didn't die, and when I woke up, the worst things had already happened - what had happened could not be undone, but I'm still alive..."

He stared at Wen Can steadily, wanting him to fully feel his determination and recklessness: "As long as I am alive, I will do my best to protect my son - and protect you."

"Oh? Why are you still protecting me?"

“Protect your personality, protect your soul. No matter how angry or crazy you are now, if your father is really sentenced to death, the crime of patricide will be forever engraved in your soul. You will not feel happy, and you will never be able to live a relaxed life.”

"..."

Silence was like a stretched silk thread, sticky, turbid, and smelly, lingering around them.

Until the moment the thread broke, Wen Can finally couldn't bear it anymore and laughed.

This is an outburst of laughter.

When the first sound burst out of the throat, it was like a heavy stone hitting the ground with a bang.

This was followed by a burst of laughter.

It was the first time he laughed so unscrupulously to the point of madness.

His body trembled, almost leaning forward and backward, and his clear, picturesque face shone brightly as if the sun was rising in a painting, but a closer look revealed that it was hiding deadly lava that one dared not look directly at.

That lava was the anger he had never shown before, an anger that he did not hide, or rather, could not hide.

fury.

“Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha…”

He barely covered his mouth, and amid the old man's ugly face, he uttered a muffled and elegant voice from between his slender fingers: "Sorry, I couldn't help it, but I'm really confused." He put down his hand and looked into the old man's eyes, "Since the charge of patricide is so serious, so serious that my spirit will be destroyed and I will never be happy in my life, then what do you think of the charge of killing your wife and children?"

"..." The old man seemed to have prepared an answer long ago. He took a deep breath and then said, "I said, what has happened cannot be changed. I can only try my best to change the outcome. Your father's mistake has been made. I will make him pay the price, but not in this way. I can't let him really die! Especially in your hands! That would be a disaster for you all. It would not benefit the Wen family, the group, or anyone else!"

The old man finally became excited, his tone was unstable, rapid and intense.

Wen Can, on the other hand, seemed calm, and his words even revealed a sense of dullness and indifference.

"Benefits? To make someone pay the price they deserve, you actually have to see if there are any benefits?"

"That's not what I meant - it's just that no matter what you do, you should always put the overall situation first! The disaster has already happened, the losses are irreversible, and you must recover the parts that haven't been lost yet! This is what I have been teaching you since you were a child..."

"What is a recoverable loss? What is an irreversible loss?"

"The reputation of the Wen family! The reputation of the Wen Group! No matter what, these are filled with your hard work - and as you said, they are filled with your mother's hard work! You shouldn't have tied them to a sinking ship! There's still time!"

The old man sat forward a little and reached out to hold Wen Can's hand eagerly, but Wen Can just raised his head slightly, which was a refusal that needed no explanation.

The old man had no choice but to clench his wrinkled but hard fists again, staring at him word by word and saying, "It's not too late now! According to my method, everything can be saved, as long as you don't chase and beat me, everything can be saved! As for your father, I will definitely make him pay the price, whether it's making him kowtow in front of your mother's grave, or making him depressed for the rest of his life, or even driving him out of the Wen family and making him live in poverty for the rest of his life..."

Staring at Wen Can's expression that was as indifferent as ice, the old man gritted his teeth and said, "If you're still not satisfied, I can even send him to a mental hospital and lock him up for life!"

"..."

Wen Can's eyes finally moved.

Thinking that he was moved, the old man's expression immediately lit up: "What do you think, A-Chan! Your father just took the wrong path, he still loves you, he is just too confused! Think about everything he has done for you, making handicrafts for you, learning this and that for you, you almost grew up sitting on his neck when you were a child! He was so afraid of me, but he took you to skip classes and go out to play so many times under my nose! He loves you! He loves you! It's still possible to make amends now! I will teach him a lesson, I will teach him well!"

"...So," Wen Can said slowly, "there is this method."

He raised his dark eyes quietly and looked into the old man's eyes. A cold feeling spread like mist: "You gave him a mental evaluation, and the result was that he was mentally ill."

The old man's face changed.

Wen Can hadn't finished speaking yet.

"Let me think about it. This kind of appraisal is not always effective. It is obviously unrealistic to use the current appraisal report to appraise his mental state at the time of the crime. It is also not easy to forge the time. Therefore, the appraisal report will only be used when he goes crazy and admits to murder during the live broadcast. You want to use the results of the mental evaluation to deny the authenticity of his words, turn his confession into a case of him going crazy, and eliminate this evidence, right?"

"..." The old man's expression froze at first, then twisted slightly, and uttered two trembling syllables, "Acan..."

It took him a long time to continue speaking: "He is your father... and I did not forge evidence. He really has some mental problems. This is true."

"Really?" Wen Can only raised the corner of his mouth calmly, "What else? What else do you have?"

"..."

The old man tightened his mouth, obviously alert, and decided not to say anything.

Wen Can knew that he couldn't get any more information out of him, so he stood up and prepared to leave.

Just after taking a few steps, I heard the old man's extremely anxious shout behind me: "A Can! Didn't you hear a single word I just said?!"

A pause in his steps.

Wen Can stood there with his back to the bed, not knowing what he was thinking. He stood there motionless for a long time.

The small piece of glass on the ward door reflected the shadow of half of his face. It was dark outside the door, and pale light inside. Between the collision and cutting of the two phases of light and shadow, the shadow of half of his face appeared vague and unclear like a ghost.

It was as if at this moment no one could guess his mood from his expression as calm as the surface of a lake - even a little bit.

After a moment, he asked clearly and calmly: "You have been trying to condemn me all along - you warned me not to kill my father, you advised me not to leave a shadow on myself, you told me that my biological father loved me."

He turned his head and stared at the old man who was leaning over the bed and looking at him anxiously.