Lord! Give up, my wife is a black and white vest

Chapter 231: "Don't act like a hypocrite in front of me, I won't buy it." Wen Mi

Wen Baixiang took the item from his son and glanced at the lawyer beside him, puzzled: "What is that? A notarized document?"

After seeing what it was, he looked at Wen Ming in confusion.

"Didn't she say she didn't want anything from the Wen family? It's useless for her to sign. She has no inheritance rights anyway. It will only work if you sign."

Wen Yan, who had just returned from the hospital, heard Wen Ming say this as soon as she entered the house. Wen Ming saw her when she entered the house, but he still said it to her face without any hesitation, without considering her feelings at all.

Wen Baixiang held the notarized document in his hand, his face gloomy. He looked at Wen Ming as if he didn't know his son at all. He felt more unfamiliar than a stranger.

"Do you know what you are doing?" Wen Baixiang stared at the man and asked.

"Is there anything wrong?" Wen Ming asked back in an unusually calm manner.

The father and son looked at each other.

Wen Baixiang's eyes were filled with a mixture of emotions, with disappointment being the biggest. His hand holding the notarized document was shaking slightly, and it was unclear whether he was angry or sad.

But there was nothing in Wen Ming's eyes, as if the person sitting in front of him was not his father. His businesslike attitude seemed as if he was negotiating a business deal, and this business deal was being negotiated in an aggressive manner.

After a while, Wen Baixiang suppressed his emotions and asked Wen Ming in a cold voice: "Do you need me to make a will?!"

Even though he tried his best to restrain himself, he still lost control and spoke loudly when he said the last few words, his face full of anger, and underneath this anger was even more of the heartache of being hurt by his own son.

Wen Ming said, "If you're willing, that would be great. If you hand the company over to me, maybe you can survive a few more years."

After all, Wen Li said that he was only targeting Wen Baixiang. If he became the chairman, he might be able to escape with him.

Wen Baixiang looked at him in disbelief.

He never expected that one day he would be forced to abdicate by his own son.

Wen Ming had no reaction to his father's injury.

"Do I need to tell you what Xiao Li is going to do when he returns to the Wen family?"

"In just over half a year, your family and your family are in turmoil, and your company is in jeopardy. How much longer do you think you can hold on?"

"Xiao Li won't stay at the Wen family forever. Maybe in a few days, or maybe a few months, she'll lose interest, or maybe she'll have had enough." Wen Ming shrugged. "It's hard to say whether the company will survive or not by then."

"Xiao Li doesn't care whether Wen Yan is released or not, because she can lock Wen Yan up again anytime she wants."

"Letting her out might even add some fun to Xiao Li's life—Wen Yan won't be content."

"Xiao Li just wants you to know how foolish you were in adopting Wen Yan. Apparently, she feels that's not enough."

"How long the company can survive depends entirely on Xiao Li's mood."

"Your attitude and choices can change the situation. Perhaps this is an opportunity Xiao Li is giving you."

"But you chose Wen Yan." Wen Ming told him clearly.

Afraid that Wen Baixiang would be persuaded, Wen Yan completely lost her patience.

"Brother, I begged father to let me stay. I just want to fulfill my filial duty by my father's side." Wen Yan walked forward.

Without saying a word, she put the bag on the table, then began to take off her coat, shoes, and valuables, saying as she did so, "Brother, I really don't want anything."

"What are you doing?" Wen Baixiang stood up and looked at Wen Yan.

Wen Yan: "I can go out and find a job and support myself, and I won't need the Wen family's help in the future."

She took off the pearl clip that held her hair up, letting her long hair down. She was barefoot and wearing a thin knitted skirt. She hugged her shoulders, looking so weak that it seemed as if the whole world was bullying her and she was isolated and helpless.

"Don't make things difficult for me. This company is my life's work. At least don't use it to embarrass me. Sooner or later, this company will be yours. If you do this, it will ruin your own reputation if it gets out."

"As long as I can stay with Dad, you can treat me as a servant. Xiao Li won't bother with a servant..."

Wen Yan's words were choked with sobs, tears welling up in her eyes.

But this pitiful look did not soften Wen Ming's heart. Instead, it made Wen Ming even more disgusted and annoyed. He interrupted directly, "Don't act hypocritical in front of me. I won't buy it. If you really want to repay your father's kindness, leave the Wen family immediately."

"Wen Ming!" Wen Baixiang couldn't stand it anymore.

"I am your father. I haven't abdicated yet. I am still the head of the family and I have the final say in the company!" Wen Baixiang stared at Wen Ming angrily, his eyes sharp and full of dominance.

Wen Ming's action today made Wen Baixiang go from shocked and sad to disappointed and angry. If Wen Baixiang didn't feel guilty about what he owed Wen Ming over the years, he would definitely slap Wen Ming in the face.

Facing his father's fury, Wen Ming said calmly, "A person's state of mind really does change with age. When you're young, you can be so disregarding of your relatives for the sake of profit. Now that you're old, you seem a bit like a kind father."

Full of irony.

What's even more ridiculous is that he doesn't recognize any relatives but his biological daughter, while he gives the image of a loving father to someone who is not related to him by blood.

Wen Ming said, then turned and went upstairs.

Wen Baixiang was stunned by his son's words, and shame crept onto his face, as if he had been slapped in the face by his own son.

"Dad... I'm sorry, it's my fault." Wen Yan came to Wen Baixiang, crying and feeling guilty.

Wen Baixiang came back to his senses, looked at Wen Yan, opened his mouth but couldn't say a word. He was silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

At night, the wife started to whisper in his ear, intentionally or unintentionally.

Wen Baixiang felt exhausted both physically and mentally.

This winter in Beijing is as cold as last year.

Peking University students will soon be entering their winter break.

It didn’t snow or rain today, it was a rare good day.

The fourth floor of the shopping mall.

Lu Xicheng was walking downstairs carrying the uninterested Lu Jingyuan.

He was followed by a group of bodyguards, each with his hands full.

"Is little Jingyuan tired of walking around?"

The little guy shook his head, didn't speak, and didn't look at anyone.

"I've bought all the New Year gifts for everyone. What else does Xiao Jingyuan want to buy? Second grandpa will take you to buy it." Lu Xicheng's eyes were full of love, and his voice was so soft that his throat was a little hoarse.

The little guy moved his mouth, he wanted to say that he wanted to buy some for his sister and General Black, but in the end he closed it again and remained quiet.

Lu Xicheng: "Is little Jingyuan hungry? Is he thirsty?"

brat:"……"

Lu Xicheng: "Are you really not going to the amusement park?"

brat:"……"

Lu Xicheng: "Grandpa has been busy these days, and it's just as well for Second Grandpa to accompany you. How about going to Second Grandpa's place for dinner tonight?"

brat:"……"

Lu Xicheng: "..."

Suddenly, the little guy saw something, and his little head raised up little by little. His pair of black pearl-like eyes lit up visibly, and a look of surprise kept flashing across his depressed little face.

As if he suddenly saw something he really liked, he raised his little arm, pointed his little finger, and called out, "Sister."

Although the sentence was restrained, one could still hear the excitement in it.

"What sister?"

Lu Xicheng looked in the direction the little guy pointed and was surprised by his sudden excitement.