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

He let go of the steering wheel, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long breath. It wasn't like he was relaxing, but rather like he had opened a floodgate and allowed something bad, something dirty, something he never wanted to look at or face, to float out.

"I have the blood of Wen Rong in my body. I must have inherited something from them. I used to think it was the wisdom of being a boss, but later I found out that what I inherited from them was the dirty and shameful cowardice and stupidity that is characteristic of the Wen family."

He seemed to laugh, but there was no sound.

"You're right. I only regard them as dead objects, as targets of revenge without personality. My revenge is just to complete the task. At the beginning, I felt that they were not qualified to be my enemies, not qualified to be hated by me so strongly, because hatred has a price."

"Hate is an act that carries strong emotional color. If I hate someone strongly, it means that I have strong feelings for this person and I think he doesn't deserve it."

From "they" to "he".

But Wen Can himself didn't seem to notice this.

He just honestly revealed his inner journey with empty eyes.

On this night when he had just come out of Wen Shengtian's ward, on this dark night road where he did not know where he was, in the dim carriage, he was facing perhaps the only person in the world who cared about him as much as he cared about himself, who would carefully consider what kind of revenge his revenge would be, and carefully explore every feeling in his heart.

The one he loved—if he really deserved to think he still had love.

"That's what I thought at first - but I couldn't control myself because I could always see that face. Countless negative emotions haunted me like ghosts day and night. Extreme anger - every time I saw him, I felt like my soul was turning into a monster and roaring at him, asking him why he did that. Extreme fear - I woke up from my dreams countless times, but at that time I dreamed of more than just Chi Wandao dying in the explosion. In other words, his face often appeared right after that scene. He was also in the explosion, but he was laughing in the flames. He was laughing as he stared at Chi Wandao who was screaming in pain. There was also extreme confusion - I didn't understand, I really didn't understand, no matter how many times, no matter how many days, I tossed and turned, woke up and slept, I went to ask experts, studied various professional books, but no matter what method, thinking or angle I used, I still couldn't understand why he became like this - or, did he change, or was he originally like this - why can people live as if their souls are split in two, and..."

Wen Can said bluntly: "What about his love? Did he really love Chi Wandao? If all those past events were fake, how could they be so realistic? If all those past events were real, then who was he who killed Chi Wandao?"

"The people in Yuzhou are right. I lived a very happy life for the first twenty years of my life. It seemed that I had an inexhaustible supply of love. Every day when I opened my eyes, I could hear my parents say "I love you" to each other, and every day I could see evidence of their love for each other. So I once yearned for love very much. I thought that sooner or later I would meet another person who loved me as much as I did, and I would live with her as wonderful and rich a life as my parents did. I once had the most beautiful imagination of love, but..."

Wen Can took a deep breath: "After Chi Wandao died, after I learned the truth, I was still thinking about whether he loved Chi Wandao or not. When I realized this, I was overwhelmed by the greatest shame I had ever experienced in my life. What was there to think about his love? What was there to suffer for?"

"To curb these endless ruminations, I took it upon myself to redefine love."

He said: "It can be there or not, and it can disappear completely in an instant like the ebb tide - love is such a worthless and cheap thing."

"I spent a lot of energy training myself." Wen Can said slowly, "Because it's really hard to control - at first I just wanted to calm myself down because I thought he was not worthy, but when I found it difficult to do so, when I found that those emotions still entangled me day and night, my motivation became 'I can't alert the enemy because of losing control of my emotions', 'I can't fail' - but now, you also know."

He curled his lips and said, "In the final analysis, I was just afraid. I was terrified. I didn't want to face my horrible biological father who had changed beyond all recognition. I didn't want to face myself who still wanted to question, yell and vent at that beast. That's why I refused to hate him and refused to treat him as a human being. Even though I knew I was just deceiving myself, I still did it. I avoided him for seven years."

Wen Can turned to look at Ye Kong, meeting her stunned gaze: "You see, I am indeed a member of the Wen family. I inherited Wen's cowardice and stupidity from his dirty blood, and turned myself into... I don't know what it is."

The next moment his face was held in his hands.

"You are not a thing... Well, you are both a thing and not a thing..."

"..."

The two looked at each other in silence.

Ye Kong's mouth twitched: "I wanted to make you laugh."

"..."

Wen Can pulled the corner of his mouth, and it was obvious that he was trying very hard to cooperate.

Ye Kong sighed softly.

"You're not finished."

She continued to hold Wen Can's face, half of her body leaned over, looked into his eyes closely, and said gently: "Even when you confessed these, you still removed yourself - you said that every day when you open your eyes, you can hear your parents say "I love you" to each other, what about you? Do you also say "I love you" to them? Do they also say "I love you" to you?"

Wen Can froze slightly.

"You said you see evidence of their love for each other every day. What about you? Do you also see evidence of their love for you every day? You really refused to have strong feelings for Wen Rong, even hatred. To do this, you must first cut off not your own emotions, but the past twenty years - so even if you mention the past, you will subconsciously erase yourself from those pictures, as if you didn't exist at all."

Ye Kong's dark eyes were like a gently surging lake, with emotions fluctuating in them, and shining a little bit. It was not deliberate, nor was it a strong emotion. It was just like ripples, something that could not be helped, and even overflowed without his knowledge.

Her gaze seemed to use this pair of eyes as a medium, floating up and down and drifting into the depths of Wen Can's eyes.

"You're not wrong, you're not a coward, you're just smart, you're just protecting yourself - but it's so difficult."

Ye Kong's mouth corners curled down unconsciously, a micro-expression that showed he was almost about to cry.

"You are right to question, you are right to hate, and you are even more right to be puzzled, but you can't get an answer, you can't figure it out, and you can't ask. But these overwhelming hatred, unsolvable confusion, and excruciating pain will drive you crazy if you keep them in your heart, but you still have to take revenge. You can't go crazy, you have to live, but your chest and head are filled with hell. How can a person live well in such a situation? You can only follow your instincts, you can only try to forget these things, cut these things off - just like cutting away the deadly rotten flesh from a wound. You are just saving yourself, you are not wrong, and you are not a coward at all. On the contrary, you are very smart. You can survive two murderous intentions, and you can still face them calmly, waiting until now to strike the fatal blow - you are already very powerful."

Ye Kong raised her hand, and her fingertips gently touched his forehead to his eyebrows and eyes. Her eyes moved along with her fingertips, as if she was staring at some precious diamond.

"But you're still in pain."

She said: "No one can remain intact in a completely broken life. You cut off not only the hatred and feelings for Wen Rong, but also the perhaps warm memories between you - you also abandoned yourself in the past 20 years - but the you at this moment is shaped by you every day in the past, so as long as you are alive, as long as you wake up every day and look at the mirror in the bathroom, you will always have phantom pain that you have not been able to cut off completely."

The fingertips stopped at the corner of the mouth.

Ye Kong leaned over and hugged him, and whispered in his ear over his stiff body, "You are in pain - don't ignore this pain, it will be incurable."