“I don’t go … I want a child …” Mentioning the child, Zi Ge held back tears for a long time, finally couldn’t collect them anymore. She rushed over, shaking her hands, grabbing Lan Yu Feng’s wrist, “Lan Yu Feng, the child is innocent! You can’t use him to punish me? Do you hear me!!!”
He, heavily, looked at her.
The desolate look in his eyes gave her a jolt. Without waiting to think clearly, he indifferently, one finger, one finger, broke her …
Skin on skin with each other, she could feel it, the trembling and stiffness of his fingertips …
“Butler, have the driver send her away!”
“Lan Yu Feng!” She wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Yan Nan.
“Lan Yu Feng, you can’t do this to me!” She screamed until her throat was hoarse and her tears flowed until they collapsed.
Looking at that desperate back, what … gathered in her eyes was an increasing amount of hatred that even she … found heartbreaking …
Early morning in the study.
The sun could not yet shine in, and the chamber full was bleak and cold.
Yiru …
His, at the moment, heart.
Braced against the wall, he gasped and breathed heavily. Yet, in his ears, back and forth echoed her words …
You’re the only one who can never have a complete family! I wasn’t wrong before, a sinister and nasty man like you doesn’t deserve anyone’s love! Doomed to be alone for the rest of his life! No wonder even your mother wanted to shoot you!
No wonder, even your mother wants to shoot you …
Once, he had left the most painful wound in his heart, open to her, and today, it was used as a weapon by her, plunged straight into his heart.
No mercy …
Pain, pain, pain …
“Sir.” Yan Nan knocked on the door outside.
Taking a deep breath, he righted himself and spoke in a low voice, “Come in.”
Yan Nan sank his steps in, and he just turned his back to him, so much so that Yan Nan couldn t even see his expression at the moment. But … he knew very well how powerful Meng Zige s words were.
“The driver has sent Miss Meng back. Miss Meng has been chanting about Little Young Master.”
Lan Yu Feng didn’t make a sound and didn’t turn around, only his breathing became heavier.
“Mr. …” Yan Nan looked at his stiff back and finally couldn’t help but speak, “I think you can bring the child back home. The little young master can definitely be well taken care of when he is handed over to Ms. Meng. If you can’t let go, you can also take the young master back to live here. That way Miss Meng won’t be so sad and won’t hate you so much.”
“You don’t have to say anything, I have my own plans!” His voice was dark.
Yan Nan sighed, “I’m just worried that Miss Meng won’t be able to support herself, sir, you …”
“Enough!” Lan Yu Feng suddenly burst into a rage, turning around and looking at Yan Nan. His eyes were dull and lightless, as if he had fallen into a dark abyss, “Have you thought about the consequences of giving the child to her? Who can guarantee that Tang Yao Yang has stopped and will never harm the child again? If you let him know that the child was born to Meng Zige, do you think she’ll be safe and sound?!”
Tang Yao Yang was vindictive by nature. He had also seen his cruelty a long time ago, so there was no way he would ever risk his child and her again.
The clearer the relationship with him is, the safer it will be for her …
Yan Nan froze, then realized. Dropping his head, “It is I who lacked consideration.”
Lan Yu Feng didn’t say anything after all, his complexion. Yan Nan glanced at him, pursed her lips, and still couldn’t help but say, “Regarding Geng Jing’s matter, you can actually explain to Ms. Meng that she was found by Zhuo Zhenbang, and has nothing to do with you at all.”
“Also, you are sincere in saving Meng Yuhui, these, you can explain clearly.”
Obviously a lot of things, are not what Miss Meng thought, obviously can be explained clearly, but … preferred that he did not say a word, in the end, but let Meng Zige a sentence, poking a thousand holes.
“Is there any need to explain?” Lan Yu Feng closed his eyes.
Some of the answers were already on her mind.
No need to explain and no need to explain again …
If it’s impossible for the rest of your life, then, sink into hatred!
Prison.
Not a single ray of light was cast in, only the light from the roof shone down from above.
Zhuo Zhenbang quietly closed his eyes and sat on the bed. Around him, the coldness seeped in, and he looked calm as he leaned against the wall.
In the back of my mind, a glimpse of the past swings by …
Once spirited, the flourishing Qi’s ruined in the hands, and now he himself is ruined in the hands of Lan Yu Feng. Moreover, the two daughters … a life than a tormented …
Is this your own retribution?
In the middle of his thoughts, the door of the prison was opened with a loud bang from the outside. Wisps of light were cast in from outside. Zhuo Zhenbang slowly opened his eyes, and a long figure slowly approached him.
The other party’s footsteps were inconvenient, however, the intimidating aura all over his body made it impossible to ignore his presence.
Lan Yu Feng …
He’s Qi Yuxiao’s son?
Zhuo Zhenbang stood up from the bed and looked at Lan Yu Feng in an unassuming manner.
“Mr. Lan, please!” Outside the door, a respectful voice came. Lan Yu Feng nodded slightly, and the other party quietly retreated.
“Long time no see.” Across the fence, Lan Yu Feng stood with his cane propped up. In his tone, it was all about the cold chill.
“I never thought we’d actually meet in a place like this either.”
“This is the place where you should stay the most!” Lan Yu Feng stared at Zhuo Zhenbang, his eyes projecting a sharp and hateful light, as if he couldn’t cut him into a thousand pieces on the spot.
With a large palm, he gripped the cane tightly, “Zhuo Zhenbang, you are prepared to spend most of your life here! This place, from now on, will be your home!”
He ruined his childhood, his family, his everything everything … so now, the only thing he can do is to return all the pain, all of it!
“It seems like you’ve been waiting for this day for a long time.” Compared to Lan Yu Feng’s excitement, Zhuo Zhen Bang appeared much calmer as he looked at Lan Yu Feng, “Now you’ve finally gotten your revenge. Yunruo was victimized by you to the point of insanity, and now Zige is no better than her, are you happy?”
He also thought he would be happy …
But, right now, the dull ache in his chest prevented him from laughing at all.
Watching him react like this, Zhuo Zhenbang couldn’t help but laugh, “Lan Yu Feng, you’re such a failure! Plotting for so many years, just to make me and my two daughters sad, but look at what the result is now.”
“Yunruo has successfully returned to Tang Yaoyang, and she will live a happy life. Without you, Zige will have a much better life in the future. Although she doesn’t have me, she still has her parents. And then look at you, the poor bastard …”
“You shut up!” Lan Yu Feng angrily interrupted him.
“Haven’t you heard the saying? Hatred is a double-edged sword that not only hurts the other person, but also gnaws at your own sanity.”
“Zhuo Zhenbang, who are you to lecture me? Are you worthy?!” He gradually lost control of his emotions, his eyes red, and with a single stretch of his long arm, he ripped Zhuo Zhenbang over, causing him to hit the cold fence heavily.
“Have you forgotten, the shameless things you did back then?” He questioned sternly, pain and hatred coming in unison, causing that handsome face to twist almost hideously. He growled in desperation, tearing open the most painful scar in his heart, “If it wasn’t for the fact that you forced my father to die and raped my mother back then, would this day be happening now?!”
This is his injury …
A wound that, for the rest of my life, will never heal.
He was seven years old that winter.
That year, the snow in this city was particularly heavy, a thick layer, covering the ground. The cold wind pierced one’s bones to the core.
On that day, still very naive, he obeyed the maid’s words and ran downstairs to the company, not even having time to call out ‘father’, only to hear a frantic scream in his ears.
Immediately after that, there was a ‘pop’ sound, and he only felt a coldness on his face …
At that time, he was shaken on the spot. In a trance, it felt like something had fallen from the 48th floor at his feet, like a hammer coming down hard, moving, not moving …
The face, wet and hot. The pungent odor of blood, rushing into his nostrils.
Raise your hand to touch it.
Hands full of blood.
It wasn’t until his mother rushed frantically over to him, clutching the bloody mess from the fall and crying hysterically, that he shook himself awake …
Turns out, it wasn’t a hammer …
That’s, Father …
His most beloved and admired father …
It’s a mother’s day … and his …
And on his face, what remains, is his father’s blood …
The sky, dark … also collapsed …
The whole world, at this moment, was destroyed …
From then on, his life was nothing but dark … darkness …
If, on the other hand, you think this is the most tragic of endings, you must have underestimated the blows this life can deal you.
This, just, is just the beginning …
The day of the funeral, at my father’s memorial service.
The mother was held down on a daisy sacrificial table and humiliated by the men like a rag doll.
The woman, always graceful and self-effacing, was tortured.
Hair, disheveled; face, as white as paper; cries, heart-breaking; wails, mournful and earth-shattering …
However, no matter how much she struggled and resisted, that man just acted like an animal.
The white chrysanthemums on his head, falling to the ground. Shattered black robes, sacrificed to the humiliation and despair of the mother …
And at just 7 years old …
Being stopped outside by the man’s people, witnessing it all.
The young child, under his eyes, all that remains … is a horrifyingly cool and hateful …
Such a humiliation … he, for his mother, remembered!
He couldn’t forget the humiliation of that day, let alone what happened next …
That day, carried to the 48th floor by a desperate mother.
“Little Feng, look, this is where your daddy left … your daddy went from here to heaven …”
His mother was holding him, laughing and looking down the stairs, tears in her eyes, but laughing hysterically.
Everything downstairs made the child feel dizzy, and he subconsciously took a step back.
“Little Feng, do you miss daddy?” The mother asked softly, her voice as gentle as ever, but it made the child feel cold to the point of chilling.
“…” child, silent, afraid to speak.
“Mommy misses you daddy …”
“…” Looking at his mother’s scowl, the child’s hands began to struggle.
“Little Feng, you accompany mommy to jump from here together, okay? Mommy will take you to daddy.” The mother, still smiling, smiled peacefully and serenely.
He’s scared …
Wrenching her mother’s hand, she took two steps back in a row.
On the face, it seems that the blood of the father still remains; that blood and flesh, still Hao Ran in front of the eyes …
“Come back. Little Feng, you’re the best, always listen to mommy the most …”
Mother was beckoning him.
Smiling warmly as she used to, “Daddy’s already there waiting for us … We’ll go together so Daddy won’t be disappointed …”
He subconsciously winced.
At that time, he was just a child, but he also clearly smelled the taste of death.
Rotten, bloody …
He got up scared and turned to run.