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

He broke out in uncontrollable cold sweat, halos appeared in front of his eyes, his vision was blurred, and his heart was twitching slightly in pain.

Wen Can looked at him, straightened up, looked down indifferently at his body that was shaking like he was sick, and made a chilling comment: "You really look like a dying old dog like this - no, even dogs are prettier than you."

A fleeting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Then today's visit ends here." He said his final words as flatly as a loyal actor at the end of a play. "It's late, and I have to go back to work. I look forward to seeing you again in court next time."

"you……"

As soon as Wen Can turned around, his sleeve was grabbed.

The old man held his palpitating heart tightly with one hand and held him with the other, trying to open his cloudy and weak eyes: "You said that you should think about it carefully... What I said is the overall situation, the overall situation is more important..."

"..."

Wen Can turned his head and stared at the skinny hand that was grasping his sleeve. Two seconds later, the corners of his mouth curved into a calm smile: "You don't really believe it, do you?"

The old man suddenly opened his eyes wider.

"People are really..." Wen Can was both amused and sad. "When death is imminent, they will believe in everything, whether it's Jesus or anything anyone says."

He glanced at the bed out of the corner of his eye.

The pale light illuminated his half-body standing sideways. The vague eyes were shockingly cold and sarcastic, as if an inhuman species had peeked out of a dark cave, dimly illuminating the old man's expression: "You and your son seem to have placed your hopes on my noble character - but my mother is dead."

He said: "My mother was burned alive in front of me, but I survived. I found out that the person who killed my mother and tried to kill me was my own father. When my grandfather found out the truth, he immediately cleaned up the mess for him and destroyed the evidence. Knowing all this, you still expect me to be a kind, soft-hearted, and noble person who keeps his word. Isn't that a bit too shameless?"

"..." The old man grabbed his sleeve tightly, so hard that his bones seemed to pierce through the thin layer of dry skin. "You," he didn't know what else to say, and could only repeat in vain, "You said..."

"Okay," Wen Can sighed calmly and helplessly, "I'll think about it--"

He closed his eyes for two seconds, then opened them again: "Okay, I'm done with this. Now I'll tell you the result of my consideration."

He raised his hand and grasped the old man's wrist, staring at him and saying word by word: "My conclusion is - I want him to pay the price he deserves. I want him to pay for my mother's life. Driving him out of the Wen family and kneeling down to kowtow are all bullshit. Do you understand?"

Without making a sound, he exerted force and shook off the old man's hand as if he were prying open a heavy mechanism.

The moment he let go, the old man let out a sharp inhalation like an asthma patient: "You can't!"

"Why can't I?"

Wen Can no longer wanted to continue talking.

He turned to leave.

There was a bang behind me.

When he turned around, he saw the old man pulling down the infusion bottle.

The glass bottle was smashed to pieces on the cabinet, and he trembled as he fumbled for the broken glass, uttering the same trembling voice: "One life for one life, one life for one life - then use my life for it! Then use my life!"

He grabbed a large piece of glass and without hesitation raised his hand to stab his neck.

The moment his flesh was cut, blood gushed out from his hands and neck at the same time, but no further blood could be taken.

It was Wen Can who turned around and grabbed his hand in the blink of an eye.

Wen Shengtian tried very hard, but Wen Can was unable to pull out the piece of glass easily.

The old man's hands were shaking during the wrestling match and he made a grunting sound in his throat, but in the end he was no match for the young man's silent yet violent hands.

"Xie" sound.

The piece of glass was eventually taken away by Wen Can.

But he only held it in his hand for a moment. The next second, he suddenly pressed the old man onto the pillow, one arm firmly pressed on his bony chest, and the glass shard was across his neck: "You really want to die, don't you? I'll help you!"

He gritted his teeth, his eyes were red, and the glass shard drew a bigger bloody mark on the old man's wound.

Wen Shengtian was trembling like he was having the hiccups, staring blankly at the ceiling: "Kill me, and let me pay for your mother's life - No, don't kill me with your own hands. After you leave, I will commit suicide. This way you won't become a murderer, and you won't be like your father..."

"..." Wen Can's Adam's apple moved up and down fiercely, and the hand holding the glass was so hard that the knuckles were bulging. The palm was cut in an instant and blood flowed out. "No, I won't let you die easily."

His brows were as dark as dark clouds covering a city, and his eyes reflected the old man's face like the clear light of a sword: "I want you to live and see with your own eyes how your son loses all his dignity and human rights, and is dragged like a dead pig to be tortured in front of thousands of people. I want him to suffer humiliation and die like a beast, the way he deserves - and you, you want to pay for his life with your own?"

Wen Can sneered, absurd and frivolous: "Just relying on your old and stupid soul full of cowardice, arrogance, sin and filth, you want to use it to pay for my mother's life? Are you worthy?"

"You deserved to die - even if things like you and your son died a hundred times, it would not be enough to replace my mother's life."

"The most unfortunate and wrong decision my mother made in her life was falling in love with Wen Rong, marrying Wen Rong, coming to the Wen family, and becoming a family with you."

"Besides that, her life, her soul, everything about her is so brilliant and noble that all of you should kneel down and look up at her - you should indeed die to atone for your sins, but not now."

Wen Can took a slow, trembling breath to calm himself down before letting go of the man and standing up. “I won’t let you die. From today on, my people will keep an eye on you every minute and every second to make sure you live to see the end of your son.”

"After that, it's up to you to bury your son or continue to live."

"None of my business."

He turned and left, throwing the glass away.

As he opened the door, Secretary Fei raised his head and met his gaze.

Wen Can walked out and Secretary Fei came in with a nurse and bodyguards.

Downstairs, Wen Shengtian's men were lying on the ground, being tied up.