"Zhiyan."
"The Wen family has existed for long enough," Wen Zhiyan interrupted Wen Renhe impatiently. "It's time for it to atone."
Wen Renhe's pupils contracted. "What did you find out? Tell me, what exactly did you find out? I'm your father."
"What does being a father matter?" Wen Zhiyan scoffed. "Even a prince breaking the law is punished like a commoner. Who do you think you are?"
Wen Renhe's head ached with anger. Just as he was about to scold him, the study door was opened from the outside.
Fang Miaomiao leaned against the doorframe and shrugged. "He wanted to come, it has nothing to do with me."
"Could Miao Miao trouble you to bring a pot of water in?"
Fang Miaomiao nodded, leaving the space for Wen Zhiyan and the other two.
"It really is you." Wen Renhe's scolding choked in his throat when he saw the person who had arrived. "When did you get back?"
"Uncle Wen seems very surprised to see me?" Fang Zhihuan said with a smile. "What a coincidence, I was quite surprised to see Uncle Wen here. After all, you don't usually visit your fourth son's home."
Wen Renhe calmed down, sat up straighter, and put on a senior air. "Why didn't you look for me when you returned to the country? I am, after all, your elder."
"What elder? An elder who kills? Or an elder who steals money?" Fang Zhihuan's tone lost its casualness, replaced by coldness and hatred. "You've lived so long, why haven't you gone down to atone to my brother?"
"I don't understand what you mean, Zhihuan. That incident back then was a misunderstanding. We also felt very pained by Xiao Wa's death, but my eldest son also died in that place. What could I do? I was also helpless. My son was so outstanding." Wen Renhe's eyes welled up.
"Is that so?" Fang Zhihuan sneered and sat down next to Wen Zhiyan. "I thought exchanging two lives for those people to leave was quite a bargain."
"You!"
Fang Zhihuan's eyes were filled with coldness. He impatiently interrupted Wen Renhe. "Don't 'you' me. I've given you an extra five years, I'm being generous enough. The real show is yet to come."
"Oh, right." Fang Zhihuan was best at psychological warfare. "You don't think the Wen Corporation's current state is because of your fourth son, do you?"
"What do you mean?"
Wen Zhiyan looked at Fang Zhihuan.
Fang Zhihuan casually rested his hand on Wen Zhiyan's shoulder. "You don't plan on hiding it from him still, do you? He's already made his choice. That bit of father-son affection you keep talking about means nothing to him."
Wen Zhiyan slapped Fang Zhihuan's arm away. "I have a wife. Don't touch me."
Fang Zhihuan shrugged and indifferently withdrew his arm. "As if anyone else doesn't have a wife."
"Zhiyan, what exactly are you talking about?"
"What are we talking about?" Fang Zhihuan clicked his tongue. "Your precious son and daughter-in-law are planning to merge the Wen Corporation with the Ran Corporation. Old man, how do you feel hearing that? Happy?"
"Impossible," Wen Renhe jumped up from the sofa, his voice filled with rage. "I told all four of my sons long ago that they could cooperate with anyone, just not the Ran family."
He had worked painstakingly to pull his Wen Corporation out of that abyss. How could he let it fall again?
Impossible, this is absolutely impossible.
"That's right, the Wen Corporation was brought back by sacrificing your own son and your friend's son. How could it be allowed to fall back?" Fang Zhihuan said leisurely. "Uncle Wen, don't you agree?"
Wen Renhe's eyes darted around, and he remained silent.
"Don't worry, compared to you, my heart is still red. I've acquired a significant portion of the Wen Corporation's stock. How about that? Generous, isn't it?"
"You're not in the hotel business, why would you acquire the Wen Corporation?" Wen Renhe's gaze involuntarily flickered towards Wen Zhiyan as he said this, hoping he would speak up for him.
But Wen Zhiyan stood there like an idiot, not only not speaking well of the Wen Corporation, but not speaking at all.
"Alas," Fang Zhihuan shook his head, a trace of regret in his eyes. "Wen Zhiyan, see? I've said so much to your father, but he refuses to admit anything. How about we turn him over to the police? Once he's in, he'll confess everything."
Wen Renhe knew Fang Zhihuan was ruthless. He quickly said, "Wait a moment. Let me ask a question first. If your answers satisfy me, I'll tell you about the past. How about it?"
Wen Zhiyan and Fang Zhihuan exchanged a glance. Fang Zhihuan scoffed and said nothing.
"Hong Lu is with the Ran family."
"How is that possible?" Wen Renhe looked at Wen Zhiyan in shock. "Hong Lu's information, we investigated..."
He suddenly realized something, and his voice abruptly stopped. So that's how it is. So that's how it is.
"I say, Uncle Wen, don't tell me you're about to cry. If you want to cry, please tell us about five years ago before you do."
Wen Renhe: "..."
When did Fang Zhihuan become so venomous?
Fang Zhihuan shook his head and looked at Wen Zhiyan, his eyes signaling: See? I gave him a chance, and he's still being stubborn. Are you sure you still want to protect him?
Wen Zhiyan shook his head. He wasn't an idiot. If someone broke the law, why protect them? It would be more appropriate to see them off.
Fang Zhihuan raised an eyebrow: When are the police arriving?
Wen Zhiyan continued to shake his head: I don't know, you'll have to ask Miao Miao outside.
Fang Zhihuan frowned: You're no good. Everything depends on your wife. You're like a kept man.
Wen Zhiyan straightened his chest. "So what if I'm a kept man? He's happy. Miao Miao supports him, and he's willing."
Fang Zhihuan rolled his eyes. "No point talking about this."
Wen Renhe, watching the two of them exchange meaningful glances, felt his right eyelid twitch violently. "Your mother is still in the hospital. I should go back and see her."
Saying that, he ignored their objections and strode towards the study door.
However.
As soon as he opened the door.
He saw two men in uniform standing at the entrance. He was so startled that his walking stick dropped.
Fang Miaomiao peeked out from behind the uniformed men, waved, and said with a smile, "Father, long time no see."
Wen Renhe turned to look at the two men sitting in the study and was so enraged that he wanted to hit Wen Zhiyan, until a hand was placed on each of his shoulders.
"Po-police officers," Wen Renhe forced a smile. "There's no rule that parents can't hit their children, right?"
Xu Lin said with a fake smile, "Domestic violence is illegal. Also, Mr. Wen, long time no see. Shall we catch up?"
Wen Zhiyan and Fang Zhihuan exchanged a look and tacitly got up and left, leaving the room to the three of them.
Fang Miaomiao breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Wen Zhiyan had no visible injuries. "When we heard Father shouting outside, we were afraid he might hurt you. It's good that you're not injured. It's good that you're not injured."