Chapter 700: Holding your property into the grave

Wen Yanqing stopped: "What do you mean?"

"Wen's family cannot be cut off, and the huge family property cannot be cheaper for outsiders." Wen Rendong said: "You have a child with Gan Tang. If you are afraid of delaying Gan Tang, then artificial insemination and find a personal surrogacy."

Wen Yanqing's face suddenly turned cold: "Do you think I may not live long, so you can't wait to pass on the Wen family's family?"

"It's nothing wrong with keeping a child connected to his bloodline." Wen Rendong seemed to have expected his reaction and persuaded him: "Don't worry about refusing, the child is yours. No matter whether you recover or be injured, he is yours, and you won't suffer any loss."

Wen Yanqing faced his so-called father: "This is what you think about for the night after I told you about my illness?"

"I have to consider the Wen family." Wen Rendong smoked a cigar.

"This is an irresponsible approach. My children must be the crystallization of my love, not the tool for your so-called inheritance and childbirth."

"What is responsibility? You are a member of the Wen family. This is the responsibility you should bear." Wen Rendong frowned deeply and spit out a circle of cigarettes: "He will get the best education, the most meticulous care, the largest property, is this a tool? This is an identity that no one can ask for."

Wen Yan was cold and cold: "Then you move my household registration out and delete the name in the family tree, just pretend that you don't have me as an unfilial son."

"You!" Wen Rendong was angry: "For the years you have enjoyed the resources and connections of the Wen family and lived a comfortable life. Now you can't do something for your family? Just let you have a baby!"

"Enjoy?" Wen Yanqing smiled, with a cold smile: "Shengfang's profit funds have been blown by the strong wind in recent years? Is it the only thing that can be monopolized by others? Am I eating and drinking for free at home, or am idle and not doing my job?"

Wen Yanqing felt sarcastic: "I have followed my mother since I was a child and never spent a penny on you Wen Rendong. When I went home, I have not been working for Sheng Fang in the past few years? The money I earned can kill you. Do you tell me to do something for the family?"

Wen Rendong was angry and had no words to refute.

"What kind of child should I give birth to you? When I think of my child to educate people who think like this, I feel cold all over." Wen Yanqing's eyebrows and eyes were as cold as frost: "Is it still a surrogate? You can do it yourself."

Wen Rendong was angry: "You know I can't give birth!"

"Then you carry your property into the grave and don't worry about who will inherit it."

"Bastard!" Wen Rendong angrily took a tea table.

If Wen Yanqing could see it at this moment, then his eyes on Wen Rendong should be extremely cold: "Don't make a decision, this is what I reminded you when I returned to Wen's house."

Wen Rendong threw the cigar into the ashtray and looked at his son, so angry that he made a comment.

By the Yuanshui River.

Lin Gantang didn't know that Wen Rendong had a quarrel over his heirs. If he knew about it, he would probably not have been surprised.

People like Wen Rendong were fine in the past. When they mentioned children, they must be the traditional feudal idea of ​​favoring men, talking about blood and inheritance.

She opened the door.

No one has lived here for a long time, and Mrs. Zhong will come to clean it every few days, so it is still open and clean.

She looked at the clean and tidy kitchen. Wen Yanqing stood in front of the stove and thoughtfully and gentlely cooking for her as if she was still in front of her, but now he could not even see the pot and spoon.

Lin Gantang felt sad.

She raised God and walked into the room.
Chapter completed!