Following the manager, Wen Jingrui didn't feel nervous or excited about meeting a big shot. Instead, he felt an almost irrepressible hatred. His face seemed to be a mirror of the future. The serious old man in front of him with sharp features looked like himself forty years later.

Suppressing his hatred for the old man in front of him, Wen Jingrui showed his usual way of dealing with customers and said with a smile: "Senior has called for junior. Is there anything I need help with?" His tone was cordial and polite to the extreme.

Wen Chuanxin looked at his grandson who looked exactly like him when he was young. He felt very complicated, but more importantly, he was happy - the descendants of the Wen family should be so outstanding.

His only son, Wen Yuanhua, inherited his wife's beauty. He was a gentle and elegant handsome man. He did not inherit his domineering power at all. On the contrary, this grandson, who was born unexpectedly, not only resembled him in facial features, but also in his strong character, desire for success, and method of doing things.

To think that a Chinese young man with no background could actually become the head of a yacht group in Italy. Such ability and courage can be said to be one of ten thousand.

"It's your father's death anniversary. Have you offered incense to him?" Wen Chuanxin asked.When he mentioned his only son who died young, his expression could not hide the sadness of a man with white hair sending a man with black hair to grief.

"Old Mr. Wen was joking, I haven't had a father since I was a child." Wen Jingrui's attitude in front of the old man was neither humble nor overbearing. His tone was kind, but the content of his response made it impossible to get close to him at all.

"After all, your surname is Wen, and you belong to the Wen family. Your father has been gone for two years. You go and burn incense, which is considered as acknowledging your ancestors. After I leave, everything in the Wen family will be yours. And, how old are you? Why don't you decide quickly, give birth to Wen's grandson, and carry on the family line..." Ignoring his grandson's words, Wen Chuanxin said to himself.

Acknowledge your ancestors and return to your clan, leaving the Wen family’s huge fortune to yourself?Wen Jingrui only found it funny when he heard that. The sarcastic smile hung on the corner of his mouth without any concealment. He put aside his gentle mask and stared sharply at the old man in front of him, thinking that he was really old and didn't even remember what he said.

After the news came out that the third wife of his passionate and sentimental father was pregnant with a boy, the old man in front of him called him over, stared at him with a look of disgust as if looking at some disgusting insect, and warned him——

"Letting your surname be Wen is the greatest tolerance for you. Don't think about things that don't belong to you. Your brother is the heir to the Wen family."

What, now it’s left to him?Do you want him to recognize his ancestor and return to his clan?But what to do? How could he put the Wen family's property in his eyes now?

"You are the only one left in the Wen family. You must take responsibility and give birth to a son as soon as possible to carry on the legacy!" Wen Chuanxin, who is over seventy years old, has his career in his hands and lacks nothing. What he cares most about is whether the bloodline of his deceased only son can continue.

He wanted to see his great-grandson and hold a soft, little child in his arms...

"I have an old friend. Her granddaughter has just returned from studying in the UK. She is about the same age as you. I will arrange for you to meet and start a relationship with the precondition of marriage."

Chapter 1(2)

I'll open the dyeing room after giving you three points of color.Wen Jingrui thought to himself.Not only did the old man forget what he had said, but he also completely forgot how the last meeting ended on bad terms.

"I'll say it again, you have nothing to do with me."

Wen Jingrui knew very well why this person put his attention on him again, because two years ago, his biological father, Wen Yuanhua, and his family traveled abroad, but unfortunately they were killed in a plane crash, including his half-brother, who was eighteen years younger than him.

When the Wen family really had no heirs, they thought of him, a child who had never been popular. Wen Jingrui only found it funny and gave an ultimatum to the old man in front of him——

"For the sake of Wen Yuanhua's kindness more than thirty years ago, I will give you one last favor, and I will also tell you for the last time that I, Wen Jingrui, have nothing to do with your Wen family. If you continue to point fingers at me, don't blame me for being rude to you. I will not look down on a mere financial controller of the Wen family." He said coldly.

When Wen Chuanxin heard these threatening words, his serious features showed no trace of anger, but excitement. He believed that such a fierce character was the Wen family. The more he looked at him, the more he liked this grandson, and the more he wanted him to inherit the Wen family's financial holdings and give birth to several great-grandchildren for the Wen family who looked like himself.

"Don't bother me again." After Wen Jingrui said that, he turned around and left.

Seeing Wen Jingrui's temper similar to his own when he was young, Wen Chuanxin became more and more itchy. How could he have thought that this child's mother was not worthy of the spotlight, yet sent her away so early?

Thinking of Wen Jingrui's biological mother, he suddenly had a thought.

"Wait a minute! If you give birth to a child, no matter male or female, as long as his surname is Wen and he is called my great-grandfather, everything in the Wen family will be his, and everything left by your father will be given to him. Also, I will move your mother to the Wen family's ancestral grave and bury it with your father."

Hearing the last sentence, Wen Jingrui stopped and turned around. His mocking expression disappeared and was replaced by a serious one. He clenched his fists and glared at the damn old man.

Wen Jingrui's mother, who worked hard to bring him up and died of overwork when he was fourteen, is Wen Jingrui's only weakness.

What my mother cared about most during her lifetime was her father. Her biggest and humblest wish was that she could not marry her father during her lifetime. She hoped that she could at least become the wife of the Wen family and be buried with her father after her death.

When he came to the Wen family and begged for his mother to be buried in the Wen family's ancestral grave, Wen Chuanxin could only say three simple words, "Why?"

For nearly twenty years, his mother's last wish has been in Wen Jingrui's heart. He thought he would never be able to fulfill it in his life, but the old man relented and was willing to let his mother become a member of the Wen family, on the condition that his selfishness be satisfied...

Wen Jingrui had power and money and could easily get whatever he wanted. The only thing he could not do with his wealth or power was to move his mother into the Wen family's ancestral grave and have the Wen family recognize her.

He stared at Wen Chuanxin deeply and deeply for a long time, and then left without looking back.

The sound of the horse's hoofbeats was fast and regular, accompanied by the whistling wind that brushed against his cheeks. Wen Jingrui pulled the reins lightly, and the horse neighed after running for several laps. The pace gradually slowed down and finally stopped. It snorted impatiently and paced back and forth on the edge of the racecourse.

Realizing that his irritability had infected his beloved horse, Wen Jingrui apologetically stroked Shiguang's neck and softly comforted him. When the horse calmed down, he got off the horse. The racecourse staff immediately came to assist, but he stopped him and led the restless Shiji to the exclusive stable.

Usually, after riding his horse for a few laps, his irritable mood and urgent work pressure would be relieved, but now even his favorite equestrian sport could not relieve his boredom.

"A kid, ha." He sneered.

Wen Jingrui didn't care at all about who the Wen family's property would be left to. What he cared about was that his deceased mother was still alone in the ossuary tower. As long as he gave birth to his child, he could have his mother move into the Wen family's ancestral grave and be buried with his father.

It is not difficult to give birth to a child. I believe that women who are willing to give birth to his child can queue from the beginning to the end of Taiwan. Even if it is not possible, they can find a surrogate mother in Europe and the United States.

But he has been a child with an unknown father since he was a child. Naturally, he does not want his child to be born in a non-marital relationship between his parents. Even if they are divorced, he also hopes that the child will know who his parents are and be able to meet them at any time, instead of suffering the same feeling of being ridiculed by his peers like him.

"Where can I find a woman who is healthy, has good character, and is willing to pay for a divorce after giving birth to my child?" Wen Jingrui thought about the conditions that the mother of his child should have.

It's ridiculous to think about it. How could a woman with good character be willing to take his money to marry him for a short period of time and then divorce her after giving birth to a child?

He couldn't help but laugh, feeling that he was so whimsical. He shook his head and walked forward with time. Just as he was approaching the stable, he heard someone's voice.

"Grandpa, Sheen is sick and needs money..." A weak, pleading female voice reached his ears.