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

"Officer Lin! Is the rumor true? Did the witness really identify Wen Can?"

"Officer Lin! Did Wen Can really frame him deliberately to avenge his father's infidelity and betrayal?"

"What is the truth? Why can't the police make the results of their investigation public?"

"It is said that there is no evidence in the case of Wen Rong murdering his wife. Why are they still detaining him? Are the police planning to protect Wen Can?"

……

Being chased and blocked by reporters, Lin Fangzhou walked quickly up the stairs with dark circles under his eyes and a bruised face, and walked into the police station gate.

The noisy and clamorous sounds were shut behind him. He took out his cell phone and started making a call, then quickly walked into the emergency stairs.

·

"I'm very sorry. We also caught a traitor here. He was the one who leaked the information when Chen Yu changed his confession last time. But he hid it too deep. He was caught by the Ministry of Information again this time. It's too late for us to intercept the information."

Lin Fangzhou's explanation came from the mobile phone.

After Wen Can finished the call, he glanced at the old man on the hospital bed, slowly stood up and prepared to leave.

"Stop it!"

The old man shouted with all his might from behind. Even through the oxygen mask, one could still hear the overflowing emotions in his voice: "Ah... A-Chan!"

He gasped for breath while trying his best to speak clearly: "Acan! Stop here and everything will stop. When your father is released from prison after serving a few years, the people I arranged will take him away, and he will never appear in front of you again..."

Wen Can originally tilted his head slightly to listen to what he said, but halfway through, he turned back and started to leave without waiting for him to finish.

There was a burst of rapid crackling sounds behind him, and the panting sound suddenly became much clearer, accompanied by an even more painful and hoarse cry: "Acan! He is your father after all! He is the only relative you have left in this world! He really loved you, raised you, and nurtured you! I don't ask for anything else, I don't ask for anything else!"

The old man took off his oxygen mask, propped his dry arms on the bed, and showed a longing and desperate expression towards the young man's back: "I just want him to live, just to save his life! From now on, he will never appear in front of you, just treat him as dead! Ah Can!"

"..."

Wen Can, who had already walked to the door, stopped.

He raised his head, and it was hard to tell whether he sighed or simply let out a breath: "Why don't you understand? I thought I made it very clear from the beginning to the end."

He turned his head and looked at the old man who was half-lying on the bed, panting like a dying lion.

"I don't ask for anything else," he said. "I just want his life."

"I don't want to 'treat' him as dead."

"I want him dead."

Wen Can stood at the door. The light outside cast a long shadow on the ground. His eyes were in the overlapping shadows inside and outside, like a bloodthirsty beast, calmly waiting for a sumptuous meal. The extreme contradictions intertwined to create an extreme inhuman feeling, and even his voice became cold and ruthless.

"If the program can't give him death, then I will give it to him - after all, I am his son."

His thin lips suddenly curled up, revealing a half-baked but creepy smile.

"A father who killed his wife, raised a son who killed his father - it makes sense, doesn't it? And you, as a grandfather..."

He turned around, pressed the door handle, twisted it and walked out. "Just lie on this stinking bed, and watch the rest of your family kill each other. This is really the most suitable ending for you."

"No, no, don't... A-Chan! A-Chan! A-Chan——"

The old man's angry roar was blocked by the sound of the door closing, and became dull and distant.

The moment the ward door closed behind him, the smile on Wen Can's face disappeared completely.

He strode out of the hospital while reading the message.

The black Bentley was waiting for him downstairs.

But in front of Bentley, there was someone he didn't expect to be leaning against.

Hearing the footsteps, the man turned around, and the moment he met his gaze, he curled his lips and shook the paper bag in his hand: "I'll bring you coffee - I roasted the beans myself, and it took me a long time."

Wen Can paused, the cold and silent dark color in his eyes solidified slightly, then tightened, and then dispersed little by little.

He paused for a moment and tried to smile, but the muscles on his face only twitched.

All his expressions faded away in an instant, then he clenched his phone, closed his eyes and let out a long breath. He didn't open his eyes until all his emotions settled to the bottom, and then he looked at Ye Kong.

——When he opened his eyes, he was startled by the face of the girl who quietly approached him.

Ye Kong stood on tiptoe in front of him and stared at him, trying to observe his eyes from top to bottom and left to right - as if those eyes were two wells, and as long as she was close enough and had enough angles, she could peek at what was at the bottom of the well from the well mouth.

Wen Can subconsciously raised his head and took a half step back to avoid such aggressive observation: "What are you doing?"

"Look at you."

Ye Kong handed him the paper bag.

Wen Can took it and held it in his hand.

"I saw the news online and wanted to come and check on your condition."

The two got in the car and it set off.

Wen Can opened the bag and took out the coffee while asking, "What are your observations?"

"Hard to say."

Ye Kong said: "You are flawless. You are the most patient person I have ever seen. Even if you have so many wounds that you are about to die, you can still smile and tell me that you are fine and you are not bleeding."

"It's not that exaggerated. I just don't talk much and don't have many expressions."

"Really?" Ye Kong didn't comment, and asked, "Where are we going now?"

"..."

Wen Can looked like he had just remembered something when asked, and stood still like a statue for a long time.

Ye Kong looked at him suspiciously: "You don't know, do you?"

"..."

Ye Kong looked up at Secretary Fei who was driving in front: "Xiao Fei, where are we going?"

"I don't know." Xiaofei said.

"…So what car do you drive?"

"Because you got in the car and looked like you were leaving."

"…So where are you going?"

"do not know."

"..."

Ye Kong leaned back in his chair and glanced at Wen Can with a curious look: "So you two are this kind of boss and subordinate, you are a perfect match."

Wen Can finally moved.

He made a move that was very unlike Wen Can - he raised his hands and grabbed his short hair from front to back, bent down and buried his head between his arms, with his elbows resting on his thighs.

It is a very distressed and irritable posture.

"It seems there is nothing I can do." Wen Can said, his eyes fixed on the ground. "Ouyang's application for a second appraisal has been submitted. She can meet Wen Rong as soon as it is approved. The witness of the second murder case a year ago has also arrived in Yuzhou. I also know where the biggest witness of economic crimes is - I should..."

Wen Can murmured, "There's nothing to do."

"Just wait."