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

Chapter 803 The Night Before

-This is the first time I've seen a father-in-law and his future daughter-in-law fighting each other. They are of different generations and genders. It's so outrageous no matter how I look at it.

- Those who claim to be fans of the CEO feel weird. After watching them for a while, they always feel that Wen Rong is not an old man in his fifties but a young handsome guy who has just entered the entertainment industry and is sharpening his knife to become a top star.

-It has nothing to do with Wen Rong. He is so busy with his career that he has no time to care about the online quarrel. On the contrary, another idle person who did not go to the hospital might be directing the fans to fight.

-Is the person above crazy? The immortal demon started from scratch and every time he asks for updates, the number of people is at least 500,000. What is your old CEO who is so busy with his career busy with? The useless thing that his father would rather die than yell at is trying to cheat him. The super genius who sold copyrights worth millions at the age of seven and sold copyrights worth 5 billion at the age of 21? The immortal demon has already left his name in the history of art. How can the old CEO leave his name? His brain is full of shit?

-Mr. Wen didn't commit suicide! Didn't you see the butler clarify it? ! !

-Yeah, yeah, those who didn't write suicide letters left their numbers. When I get older, I'll sell you health products.

-Wen Rong has done nothing wrong, right? He has donated so much in his life that he doesn't know how much. Does he deserve to be scolded by top fans for not going online or marketing? We are still a family after all.

-Oh my god, I've opened my eyes. The slave fans are so angry with the old president that they forget about their feelings and start playing the white lotus trick of "our uncle works hard and our uncle is kind". I support the old man to enter the entertainment industry. Maybe he will have a better future than in the business world.

……

By daybreak, the war of words between fans of the Undead Demon and fans of Wen Rong had expanded to dominate the hot searches, overshadowing the highlight of last night.

When netizens who missed the first-hand news woke up and went online, they saw such a chaotic and confusing battle.

-Why are the father-in-law and daughter-in-law fans arguing?

-Who is his daughter-in-law? I'm going to throw up.

……

"very good."

The cigarette was extinguished in the ashtray full of cigarette butts. With dark circles under his eyes, the head of the public relations department let out a long sigh.

"The heat has been covered up and the new netizens are all focused on the quarrel between the two sides. Few people mention what happened last night. During the rush hour later, we will buy hot searches about the shareholders' meeting and the dinner to divert attention. Then this matter will be completely over."

Wen Rong did not look relieved when he heard this.

He had a computer on his lap, his eyes fixed on it, his mouth gloomy, and an employee from the PR department who was close to him took a quick glance and saw a line of words that quickly caught his eye, such as "freeloader", "a worthless person", and "an old man pretending to be a slut"...

The employee looked away awkwardly and winked at his boss, who immediately coughed and said, "Sir, you don't need to go out of your way to read the comments online. They are just meaningless swear words from low-quality people. Plus, there are too many fans of the Undead Monster, and there are all kinds of monsters and demons. Don't take it to heart."

Wen Rong sneered and slammed his computer shut: "What's there to worry about with a bunch of lowly people who can only waste their time on the Internet?"

other people:……

Your expression doesn't seem to indicate that.

Wen Rong stood up and said calmly, "Since they have so many people, we can just buy enough water army. If Ah Can doesn't break up with her, this kind of thing will happen again in the future. Although I don't care, I can't let the group lose face in such a low-level conflict."

"……Yes."

As the boss walked out of the room and the door closed, someone muttered, "You even know the term 'water army', it doesn't look like you don't understand it."

The minister sighed and lit another cigarette with a vicissitudes of life: "Boss, you don't understand. Let alone not breaking up, even if the young master and the immortal demon broke up, there would still be a lot of verbal battles - so-called hatred lasts longer than love."

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Wen Rong walked out of the small conference room and headed towards the lounge, asking the assistant who was following him, "Is A-Chan still in the hospital?"

"No, the young master has already returned to the manor."

Wen Rong paused, looking a little surprised.

The assistant continued, "The young master said he still has a lot to do today. Although he is very worried about the old man's condition, he can't do anything if he stays there. It would be better for him to go back and have a good rest. Only after he has recuperated can he arrange the banquet tonight."

"…He has a point."

Upon hearing this, Wen Rong immediately felt pain in his back and waist.

The sense of urgency from the upcoming shareholders' meeting and the fatigue from not getting enough rest counteracted each other, making him eager to close his eyes and have a good sleep, so as to complete today's important procedures in the best and most energetic mental state.

"It's all that old guy's fault!"

He gritted his teeth, hurried back to the office, washed up quickly, and lay down in the lounge.

Just before he fell asleep, he suddenly thought of Wen Can again.

This son, who used to be very filial and obedient to his grandfather, seemed to be indifferent and not worried at all when such a big thing happened. He even went back to sleep.

There was a conflict between the grandfather and grandson? When did it happen?

So... when did Ah-Chan stop being so close to his grandfather? Why can't I remember?

Sleepiness quickly took over his mind, and in his drowsiness, his last emotion was happiness.

His tired brain was too lazy to pursue these puzzling questions; he just felt gloating.

The old man respected and loved Ah Can so much, but in the end, what happened? Didn’t Ah Can still side with his biological father?

The more heartless A-Chan was to the old man, the happier he felt.

With a tired body and unprecedented happiness, Wen Rong fell asleep.

There is a set alarm clock at hand.

There were still three hours until he woke up.

There are still five hours before the shareholders' meeting officially begins.

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Although the birds in the manor have begun to wake up, the curtains in a bedroom in the main house are still drawn tightly.

In the room that was as dark as if the night had not yet passed, Wen Can was still sleeping.

The last time I used the VR glasses, it was the first time I fell asleep quickly before dawn.

In this manor that he knew as well as his own hands and feet, he slept so peacefully for the first time in seven years.

Although I was still dreaming, the dream was no longer of a forever burning sports car and charred figures, but of an old and weeping voice.

That night, the war of words on the internet had nothing to do with him, the old man dying on the hospital bed had nothing to do with him, and Wen Rong, who was busy with his eyes wide open in the smoke, had nothing to do with him.

In his dream, in the last words hidden in the voicemail, he finally put together the last piece of the puzzle of the car accident seven years ago.

He finally pieced together the complete story of his mother's death.

From the cause, process, result, to the long follow-up.

He finally dispelled the fog and saw the death clearly.

That death caused him to lose his mother, his father, his grandfather...it made him lose everything.