Ning Shuqian bit Wen Haowen's hand like crazy, causing blood to flow. Wen Haowen struggled hard but couldn't get away from her. If the noise here hadn't alarmed the people in the room, Mrs. Wen would have asked the servants to pull Ning Shuqian away, and she would have bitten off a piece of Wen Haowen's flesh.
“Hahahaha…” Ning Shuqian laughed wildly like a madman. Her hideous and distorted face and extremely insane expression, coupled with the strange and evil red bloodstain on her pale lips, made her look particularly eerie and terrifying, like a female ghost from hell.
While laughing wildly, she licked the blood on her lips with her tongue, as if she was tasting the blood. She looked very horrifying.
Even Wen Xinya, who was watching coldly from the sidelines, didn't dare to conclude whether Ning Shuqian was really out of control. She even suspected that she was too immersed in the role and accidentally put herself into it.
But there is no doubt that Ning Shuqian is terrifying at this moment.
Finally, Butler Yu ordered someone to send Ning Shuqian to the doctor.
Mr. Wen walked into the living room with a sullen face.
Wen Xinya was worried about Grandpa, so she stayed by his side and didn't dare to neglect him. The doctor had said that Grandpa's body couldn't stand any more big stimulation. But Wen Haowen actually did such a thing. Grandpa was almost so angry that he fell ill. Fortunately, she was prepared...
Wen Haowen lowered his head and followed the old man.
It was indeed his fault for what happened today. Facing the old man, he finally lost his confidence.
When he thought about how he had already lost the old man's heart, and that after this incident, the old man would probably dislike him even more, and it would be even more impossible for him to hand over the Wen Group to him, he felt a pain in his heart as if it was being fried in oil and burned by fire.
Old Master Wen looked at Wen Haowen with great sorrow and anger erupted: "You evil son, kneel down."
This morning, when he saw the news reports about Wen Haowen, he felt as if he had been slapped hard in the face. His cheeks were burning with pain. The disgusting pictures in the newspapers and magazines deeply hurt his eyes. He could hardly believe that this was the son he had raised.
He actually did such a thing that is immoral and corrupt.
Wen Zhihang actually raised such a bad son.
Wen Haowen had never seen the old man so angry before. He was so scared that his legs went limp and he knelt in front of him: "Dad, I..."
"Pa!" Old Master Wen was furious and slapped him hard in the face.
"Dad, you...you, you actually hit me?" Wen Haowen was stunned by the oncoming slap, his cheeks numb and stiff. He looked blankly at the angry old man in front of him, and his heart felt a little cold.
"I'm going to hit you, you shameful beast. You've brought shame upon all the ancestors of the Wen family, and yet you still have the nerve to come back to this family." Old Master Wen slowly closed his eyes, a look of regret appearing on his face. He thought about how he had lived his life with his back held high, and even when it was difficult to start his business, his back had never been broken. Yet in the end, he had to be stabbed in the back because of this evil son.
When Wen Haowen heard the old man's words, he remembered that Ning Shuqian had quarreled with him before, and his face was distorted with anger. The veins on his forehead were throbbing. He suddenly stood up from the ground and looked at the old man with red eyes: "Dad, don't go too far. How have I embarrassed myself? If I am a beast, then what are you? I am your biological son."
It was as if someone had stabbed Mr. Wen in the heart with a rusty knife, and he suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest. He took a step back, holding his chest, and pointed at Wen Haowen who was kneeling on the ground with trembling fingers: "You... you... you evil son, how dare you talk to me like this?"
Wen Haowen looked at the old man's thin face, which was pale and blue, and the wrinkles on his face couldn't stop shaking. He felt a little guilty: "Dad, I was wrong today, but it's not my fault. I drank too much last night and didn't know anything. When I got up this morning, reporters knocked on the door. The so-called catching him in bed was simply a plot by that woman. I was framed..."
Listening to his sophistry, Mr. Wen sneered and said, "To frame you, if you don't want to do this, who else can frame you? Were you drugged? Were you held at knifepoint?"
When something like this happened, he showed no sense of responsibility and only thought of making excuses and lying about being framed.
Wen Haowen knew that explaining was not going to work, so he hugged Old Man Wen's legs and started crying hoarsely, "Dad, I was really framed. Please believe me! I know I was wrong, and I will never do it again. Dad... please forgive me!"
The old man kicked him to the ground, his face becoming even colder and sterner: "Forgive you for doing such a disgraceful thing. Are you worthy of the ancestors of the Wen family? Where do you put the face of the Wen family and the interests of the Wen Group? How could I give birth to a dog like you who is worse than an animal?"
Wen Haowen was truly scared at this moment, and cried until his voice was hoarse and exhausted: "Dad, I am your son. Even if I have lost all my conscience, I would never do such a thing worse than an animal."
Old Master Wen stared at Wen Haowen coldly, his sharp eyes almost wanting to tear him apart: "This is not the first time you have done something worse than an animal. Don't forget that you still have a life on your shoulders. If you say something like this, aren't you afraid that Yun Yao will come to chat with you at night?"
This was a hypocritical plea for mercy without any remorse.
Wen Haowen's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked up at the old man. Thinking of Mo Yunyao, he couldn't help but shudder, and his whole body felt cold. "Dad, please forgive me! I really didn't do it voluntarily. I won't dare to do it again..."
A grown man crawled on the ground, crying like a woman, with snot and tears all over his face. Old Master Wen closed his eyes slightly: "You have done something so shameful to our family and our ancestors. I dare not forgive you. Otherwise, how can I face the ancestors of the Wen family after a hundred years?"
He thought of Yun Yao's death again, and the situation was similar to what he felt now, but at that time, even though he was very disappointed with his son, even though he was heartbroken, even though he was in great sorrow, but... his feelings for his son overrode everything else, and he just gave him a severe lesson, went to the Mo family to kneel down and apologize to Mr. Mo, and then held a grand funeral for Yun Yao, and finally the matter was forgotten.
In fact... the person who should have kneeled down and begged for forgiveness from Lord Mo was Hao Wen, but he chose to cover up and condone him at that time, which led to his old habits returning and doing such immoral things again.
Over the years, he had never felt as deeply as he did now that the Wen family owed Yun Yao and the Mo family!
"Dad... give me another chance..." Haowen's tears were immediately stuck in his eye sockets. Two streams of snot flowed down his nose and into his mouth, with a disgusting salty taste. He opened his mouth to defend himself, but found that he seemed to be forced into a dead end with no way out.