The Wen Corporation Belongs to Me and Only Me

The bright rays of the sun shone through the French window and the fine gleams seemed to be frolicking in the air, making the light brown sofa look posh and elegant, yet warm. He could see a white magnolia tree standing gracefully in the yard like a demure young girl, elegant and beautiful.

However, Wen Haowen was not in the mood to admire the beautiful scenery at all. Instead, he sat in the room and smoked continuously, perplexed and frustrated. The ashtray was filled with cigarette buds and he was engulfed by tobacco smoke, making him look mysterious and daunting.

After discovering that Old Mr. Wen no longer saw him as a son, he was filled with anger, resentment, fear, panic, and disgruntlement.