Mr. Leng was deeply shocked, his face changed drastically, and he was silent for a long time, "Emotions are cultivated. After a long time, when you have family ties, what are you afraid of? Besides, if you don't tell me, and I don't tell, who will know what happened back then?"
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The death of his second son was a pain in his life that he could never let go of.
Maybe it was because he was getting old. In the past two years, he kept thinking of Zhong Yu. When he was a child, he was so cute, so sensible, and so well-behaved. He brought him endless happiness. He still remembers the joy of being a father.
He spent the most effort on Zhong Yu, but the result... ugh.
Whenever he thought of his son when he was a child, he couldn't help but think of his grandson who was living outside the home, and he felt very sorry.
After struggling for several years, he still couldn't help but take the child home.
Knowing that the eldest son would be unhappy, he still chose to kill first and tell later, creating the truth and forcing others to accept it.
Qi Rui laughed, and the laughter was full of endless ridicule, "Daddy, when did you become so naive? Is it fun to deceive yourself and others?"
He was not disappointed. He had been like this since he was a child. He was used to his father's favoritism and his father's convulsions, and he never gave up hope.
Mr. Leng has become more and more comfortable in recent years, but now he showed a rare strength. "Even if you object, I will not change my mind. Instead of making trouble with me, why not accept it happily."
He is trying to force others to accept it.
It's a pity that the two people opposite him are extremely egotistical. There is only one end if others listen to them and force them to act.
Qi Rui looked at him coldly, "I'm sorry to disappoint you. I won't accept it. I can't change the decision you make, but you don't want me to change my decision either. One more thing,
I am the head of the Leng family, daddy, your time has passed."
In other words, Mr. Leng no longer has real power. If he fights hard, there is only one way to fail.
Mr. Leng was very angry, "You talk to me like this? Is there a son like you?"
He was very sad. He was old and still had to bear the anger of his son, who was unfilial.
Qi Rui mocked lightly, "You only have one son in your heart, and that is Leng Zhongyu. Who am I? You never look at me, and you wish you had never been born..."
They are called father and son, but their relationship is just a little better than that of ordinary strangers.
Mr. Leng's mind was shaken, and a look of pain appeared on his face, "Qirui, don't do this, it's too hurtful. Yes, I was wrong in the past, but I worked hard to change it."
He missed so many beautiful things in his life, family affection, love, friendship, he didn't catch anything.
The son he loved so much died, and the only son who survived did not have a deep relationship with him. He had no lover and no friends. His life has reached this day, leaving only endless loneliness.
Qi Rui was disgusted to death, "Yes, try hard to change it. Change it to this, forcing us to accept Leng Zhongyu's son. Daddy, you are old and act so domineering. Is it really okay?"
Mr. Leng's face turned pale, and he looked at Qingting helplessly, "Qingting, please say something to me."
He seemed to have forgotten that Qingting was brave enough to love and hate, and there was nothing she dared not say or do.
Qingting frowned slightly, "Daddy, I also think you did something wrong. It was so wrong. You made a clear-headed decision to abandon that child back then, but what does it matter now?"
It was just thrown away without leaving any hidden dangers. Everyone here was clearly aware of this and made that decision that year.