‘This doesn’t matter’.

Wen Yan's words relaxed Mu Tingchen's tense nerves. He only needed her forgiveness. Others didn't care. He only cared about her opinion. With her words, it was enough.

Wen Zhiling weakly retorted: "I'm not without conscience... it's just that kidnapper said... your grandmother died after Mu Tingchen visited,... Mu Tingchen did it. I also thought that it was just pneumonia and it shouldn't die, let alone how could it be so coincidental?

I don't die sooner or later... I have no other meaning. I don't know what the situation is. I admit that it was my devil man who caused your grandma to get sick and be hospitalized. I have always wanted to divorce, but I haven't divorced... This time my son was kidnapped, and I have no choice. Wen Yan, if it were you, you would have sent this letter, right?

No parent in the world can watch their children die!”

Wen Yan was speechless when asked. Looking at the nominal "cousin" kneeling beside Wen Zhiling and his wife, she was silent.

What a young life for a child who went to college... She might not have felt the feelings of Wen Zhiling and his wife before she became parents, but now, she can understand that if it were her, she would have sent that letter.

No matter how hateful Wen Zhiling and his wife are, they are just the ones they are being used. The most hateful one is the guy behind their backs! Mu Tingchen suddenly said, "It's not me who did it, grandma just died of the disease. She is too old and can't survive it.

If I really killed her, how could she let the doctor hand over the suicide note to me instead of you?

The air crash is related to me, I admit it, but I won’t make a second mistake.”

Wen Zhiling looked at Wen Yan with a strange look in fear, obviously questioning why Wen Yan was mixed with the person who killed his father, and got married and had children. The contempt in her eyes made Wen Yan a little angry. Wen Yan didn't want to tell the air crash, let alone talk to Wen Zhiling, so she ignored it directly: "Your behavior is for your own children, but it also threatened me, so how do you want to solve it now?

I'll ask again, who asked you to do it?

You really don't know?

!”

Before Wen Zhiling and his wife could speak, their son spoke first: "It's all because of me, my parents did it for me. How do you want to come to me!"

Wen Yan took a deep breath: "A child who goes to college lives like a person than you. Don't worry, I won't do anything to you. From today on, if you dare to step into the imperial capital again, I will never let you go. This is the last time!"

Wen Zhiling and his wife breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what she said.

No longer afraid, he stood up from the ground.

Suddenly, Wen Zhiling asked, "What is it written in your grandma's suicide note?"

Wen Yan frowned and stared at Wen Zhiling. Wen Zhiling hurriedly explained: "No, no, no, I don't mean that, I just want to know what old man's long-cherished wishes he had before his death, and he didn't make anything else."

Wen Yan didn't intend to hide it: "Grandma left me the old house of Wen's family for me. There's nothing else. What else do you want to know?"

Wen Zhiling was stunned: "No...no...no...I always thought that the old house had been sold long ago, but I didn't expect it to be kept... Yes, the old house of Wen should give it to you, and only you are the descendants of the Wen family."

Wen Zhiling's husband secretly pulled Wen Zhiling's corner of clothes. Obviously, he had not given up on the old house. How dare Wen Zhiling speak now?

Wen Yan noticed this small detail and found it a little ridiculous: "Uncle, do you have something to say?

If you want to say it, we may not be able to see it after today."

Wen Zhiling's husband looked at Mu Tingchen carefully, and plucked up the courage and said, "I think the old house of Wen's family also has your aunt?"

Isn't it good for you to take it alone?

Besides, you have nothing to lack now. You can just wave your hand and you can swallow half of the imperial capital. We are different, we are poor.

Your aunt's surname is Wen, so you can't do it too well."

He knew it would be like this. Wen Yan sat down on the sofa with a little Tuanzi in his arms, his beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the family of three leisurely: "Yes, I have nothing to lack, but the Wen family's old house is unique and priceless to me.

It’s right that my aunt’s surname is Wen, but my grandmother only left the Wen family’s old house to me. How can I make the decision to divide it with you?

Or...you go and ask grandma personally if she is willing?"

Wen Zhiling was so scared that her face looked like a slut: "No, no, no, we don't want it anymore! Since your grandmother left it to you, we won't fight!"

Wen Yan snorted coldly: "I really believe you. When life and death are at stake, I still don't forget to think about the benefits. I really lose my money.

Let's go, if you want to leave, don't let me change my mind.

No matter who we are with, we will not be allowed to mention that you have a relationship with me. The only connection between us is grandma. Grandma has passed away, so we are not even considered relatives, so you can do it yourself."

Wen Zhiling and his wife shrank toward the door, fearing that they would be knocked down by the tall bodyguard.

After a few days of tossing, the family of three looked embarrassed, with messy clothes and almost unkempt faces. Only the young child looked more decent.

When he reached the door, Wen Zhiling's son suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at Wen Yan and said, "Sister, I'm sorry, fortunately you're fine."

Wen Yan couldn't help but look at him. There was no trace of fear in his eyes, and he seemed so calm. She thought she was cold-blooded and terrifying.

After two seconds of silence, she asked, "What's your name?"

"Wen Hao."

No wonder Wen Hao was born with his mother's surname. The old lady recruited a son-in-law at the beginning, otherwise she would not have been completely exhausted.

Wen Yan waved his hand: "Let's go, continue to study, graduate and find a job, don't be like your parents."

Perhaps it was because his son's surname had a pain point. After entering the elevator, Wen Zhiling's husband shook his cold face: "Yes, your son's surname is your Wen, and both his surname is Wen, what's the result?

I didn't even catch a single fart! I've never seen a son-in-law who was as frustrated as me!"

Wen Zhiling gave him a blank look: "It's a bit promising, can you fight Wen Yan?

Can you beat others?

People stomp their feet, and the imperial capital will shake three times. What a fuck?

I originally thought she was a good thing, but now it seems that rich people are not good people. When my elder brother died, Mu Tingchen was only in his teens, right?

Wen Yan could do something that was killing people when she was a teenager. Wen Yan even married and had children with the person who killed her father. I don’t know what she was thinking!”
Chapter completed!