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

Ye Kong put down his phone and continued to clean up the mess.

She tore off the drawing paper, rolled it into a ball and threw it into the trash can, then wiped the floor again. Just as she was about to throw herself into the water to wash, a reminder sound came from one of her APPs.

I opened my phone with my orchid finger and found that a comment I had left on a Weibo post had been replied to.

[Kong Kong Bu Kong: Betraying his wife is an established fact, so why do we need to look for evidence that he really loved Chi Wandao in this betrayed marriage? Instead of looking for his motive for killing Chi Wandao? Is a woman's life less precious than a worthless love that may have existed? ]

[be Aesthetics Appreciation Expert Reply to Kongkongbukong: Betrayal does not mean that there has been no love, and betrayal does not mean that someone has definitely been killed. In the absence of solid evidence, any speculation is reasonable. How do you know that those who keep calling him a murderer are just ignoring the possibility that he did not kill anyone? The butt determines the head, and people are only willing to believe what they want to believe - so I can admit that I prefer to see this result, but do you dare to admit that you subjectively prefer to see the result that he is a murderer? You dare not, you only pretend to be rational but do crazy things]

Ye Kong: ...

Great, I met a master of sophistry and logic.

Ye Kong, who had never participated in a war of words online, became excited. Without washing his hands or wiping his face, he, covered in paint and with his fingers raised, began to do something he would never have dreamed of doing in the future - arguing with others on the Internet using a secondary account.

The reason for not using a big account is not because I am afraid that the immortal demon will be affected, but because I don’t want to shift the focus to “the immortal demon quarreling with others for love”.

The phone keyboard crackled.

The night passed by minute by minute in this silence.

At dawn, the master of logic who had fought with her all night suddenly sent a series of victory declarations.

[be Aesthetics Appreciation Expert: Hahaha, look at what I am saying?! Go check it out for yourself! The real devil is someone else! It’s not Wen Rong who has been doing charity work all his life! ]

Ye Kong sneered, and was very disdainful of this man's approach of seeking spiritual victory when he couldn't win.

But she still clicked on the trending search to take a look.

I was stunned at the sight.

The number one trending search was clearly named Wen Can.

The murderer identified Wen Rongyuan as someone who was ordered by Wen Can

It may seem a bit confusing at first glance, but if you look at a few more entries below, you will immediately understand.

The murderer confessed to the police

Wen Rong instigated the murder, which was false, while Wen Can framed his father, which was true

Infighting among wealthy families

Netizen: I am just a part of your rich family's play

……

Ye Kong stood up suddenly. Her brain, which had not slept all night, felt swollen and dizzy due to the raging anger. She swayed and pressed down on the table.

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drip-drip-drip-

The electrocardiogram makes regular beeps.

The empty infusion bottle made the light in the ward appear even paler.

The oxygen mask rose and fell with his breathing, and the old man slowly opened his eyes. A pair of old eyeballs in his sunken eye sockets stared at the ceiling, and then little by little, his weak spirit gathered.

"After retracting his confession, Chen remained silent for several days, but when people thought he would remain silent, he spoke again and further confessed the truth."

A deep and pleasant voice suddenly sounded, echoing calmly in the ward, and naturally attracted the old man's attention immediately.

"Chen confessed that from the time he turned himself in to the time he identified Mr. Wen Rong as the murderer, it turned out that it was all due to the coercion and inducement of Wen Rong's son, Wen Can."

The man was sitting in front of the bed in a black suit. He had short black hair, black eyebrows and eyes, and a serene expression on his gentle and perfect face, as if he was attending a solemn funeral, and he was the pastor reading the eulogy at the funeral - but the eulogy he read was the gossip headline in today's newspaper.

"Wen Can had been tracking down his whereabouts and asked him to come back and confess his crime purely for the purpose of seeking justice for his mother. However, he happened to learn at this time that his father had cheated on his wife and had two illegitimate children. Out of anger and hatred for his father's betrayal of his marriage and his deceased mother, he changed his mind temporarily and asked Chen to identify Wen Rong as the one who ordered him to kill when he surrendered. This would not only vent his anger, but also make Chen's crime less severe. Chen agreed to his request out of consideration for his own interests. However, when he returned to China and did what Wen Can said, he remembered how kind and good-hearted his former employer, Mr. Wen Rong, was. He had paid a lot of medical expenses for his sick son and had taken the trouble to find a doctor for him. Although he had some personal flaws, he believed that Mr. Wen Rong was a kind-hearted person who loved to do good deeds. Even if he had cheated on his wife, he should not have been punished so severely. Therefore, under the condemnation of his conscience, Chen finally decided to give Wen Can away and sincerely hoped that the father and son could sit down and have a good talk..."

The man finally finished reading the most important content.

He put down the newspaper, picked up the cup and drank a sip of water, then looked up at the old man on the hospital bed who was staring at him.

"I thought you would sleep a little longer before waking up, so I would have left. Fortunately, I didn't miss it."

Wen Can smiled, looked at the old man from head to toe for a while, then returned his gaze to his eyes.

The pair of cold eyes stared at him, like two will-o'-the-wisp lights in a skull.

"Well? Are you satisfied with what you heard?" he said.

"…Satisfied, of course I am satisfied." The old man finally spoke with difficulty, gasping for breath, but expressing himself tenaciously, "What about you? Are you satisfied with what you see? Do you feel better when your grandfather is tortured into this inhuman state?"

"Not bad." Wen Can smiled indifferently, "You are old after all, and your life is not valuable. Your son's life is more valuable."

"... Ho ho..." The old man was so angry that he could only squeeze out a strange phlegm sound from his throat. He choked for a long time before he could speak smoothly again, "You can't do it."

He lay weakly on the bed, his eyes looking at the ceiling again in a sparse manner: "You have no evidence - the law stipulates the presumption of innocence. Even if you bring up the case of the car accident a year ago, the most he can be sentenced to is attempted murder. Don't even think of using your mother's life to bring him to justice. As for me, I have connections and money to take care of things for him. Cough cough cough cough cough..."

The old man started coughing again, gasping for breath.

Wen Can sat by the bed and waited for him to stop before he slowly sighed, "What is this? Do parents who love their children plan for the long term?"

After another moment, the old man heard his next words.

Cold and indifferent, yet chilling and chilling: "What a pity. Other people's parents' love is for their children's success and bright future, but your parents' love is to exonerate your beastly son who is a murderer. Tell me, why are people so different? Is it fate? It is destined that you will have a beastly son who kills his wife and children, and a grandson who is a revenger who kills his father."

The man's gentle and cold voice flowed in the ward, softly and slowly: "If such an ending of a broken family and a family full of demons is the result, then what is the cause?"

He sat on a chair, his hands folded in front of his chest, and calmly looked down at the old man: "You raised such a son and grandson - you, the arrogant Mr. Wen Shengtian, you should be the cause, right? Watching the live broadcast of the beast's true colors these days, have you ever thought carefully about what a failed life you have led?"

"…………"

The old man's sagging face twitched uncontrollably.

In his emotions, he could only uncontrollably shift his gaze to Wen Can again, staring at him, and said convulsively: "Wen, Wen Can...you want to force me to death, right? But I tell you, it's...it's useless. Even if I die, everything I arranged for your father will still go on - I have already made preparations, I already knew it...I already knew it..."

His eyes began to diverge again: "I have known for a long time that there will be no reconciliation between you and your father - although I have been avoiding thinking about this problem, I instinctively know that you will find out about that thing sooner or later, and once you find out, you will definitely not forgive your father, so I...so I have been preparing for this. Originally, I would have died on that day. After I died, if you could forgive your father once for the sake of my life, then...nothing would happen...but if you still refuse to let me go, then everything that has happened so far will still happen as scheduled...You have been preparing for revenge for many years, and I have also been preparing for many years to protect your father, and I...have much more experience than you-"

The old man's head didn't move, only his eyes moved towards this side. Under the pale light, there was a strange and creepy feeling: "Experience of being a villain."