"Qingzhen, you are still young, are you...are you really sure that you must be her in this life?" Seeing that his advice had no weight, Murong Yuanhong no longer persisted.
Since Yao Yuhan's death, the father and son, who once had a tense relationship, have now moved toward reconciliation step by step.
Murong Yuanhong knew that if he had not sent such a box of tapes to his son before, today's meeting might have been more pleasant and thoughtful.
His original intention was to use the box of tapes to make his son let go of the woman completely. Unexpectedly, not only did he not follow his plan, but he hid her even more closely.
Murong Qingzhen turned around and nodded towards his father. His tone was no longer cold and stern as before, but gentle: "Dad, now I am sure of one thing, that is, I really love her. Maybe with you
In my eyes, she has had such a past and is no longer a good candidate for daughter-in-law. But to me, that is just the past. Everyone has their own past, and I am no exception. To say it is ridiculous, in foreign countries
When I was studying, I used to be ridiculous. I also had many women, and I could clearly distinguish the difference between the lustful impulse caused by loneliness and the real heartbeat. In my life, there has never been any woman.
, can bring me such a feeling. I know that for men like us, the meaning of life is to constantly climb new peaks. Wealth, wealth, power and prosperity are all within the palm of our hands. But I have nothing but these.
In addition, I also want to ask for something more, that is, a woman I love. I want her to be by my side and witness every starting point of mine."
"Dad, when life is no longer bound by the meaning of the world, I really want to reserve the most precious emotional territory for myself. In my heart, you, my mother, and her, you are the ones I cherish.
everything."
Seeing his son's solemn and sincere words, Murong Yuanhong couldn't help but feel slightly moved. It seemed that the atmosphere suddenly changed, and the long-lost and novel warm family affection made his originally cold heart melt slightly.
Sighing, Murong Yuanhong nodded noncommittally, "But Qingzhen, these are just your thoughts. How can you be sure that she can really forget the past and spend a lifetime with you by your side?"
When Murong Qingzhen heard this, he just smiled lightly. He turned around slowly, walked to his desk, and used his palmprint to open a small safe box placed in the inner compartment.
"Dad, do you still remember? I once made an oath to you. I said that I will definitely be better than others."
Opening the safe, he used his slender fingertips to take out a small bottle of liquid, put it in his eyes and watched it carefully.
That look in his eyes seemed familiar to Murong Yuanhong. Yes, it was a look that showed off his achievements.
Gently shaking the colorless liquid in the bottle, the smile on his lips grew stronger.
"Dad, I am not you. You have preserved the Murong family's secret poison poisoning skills that have been passed down for thousands of years, and I will open a new page in history. For me, what I want,
There will never be anything you can’t get.”
Murong Yuanhong looked at the bottle of liquid in his son's hand, and he vaguely understood that it contained...