No matter how much Zheng Yize denied it, no matter how much he despised Su Nian, her blood flowed through his veins, a fact he could never change.
"Zheng Yize, one should learn to be grateful. Everything you have now is all thanks to her and, moreover, if it were not for you, she would still be my wife." The calm words, undistinguished by any emotions, cast an overwhelmingly oppressive atmosphere.
Compared to Yixin and Yiqiao, Zheng Yize was painfully ordinary. Neither his frame of mind nor his intellect could match theirs. Maybe he couldn't accept what Zheng Haoyu was saying now, looked at him apprehensively, "Dad, are you disappointed in me?"
"No." Zheng Haoyu shook his head, if only he could ever foresee, he would never have ended up like this.
Zheng Yize was the product of a stubborn woman and a helpless man. Perhaps his birth was a mistake, leading to a life full of sorrow.
Zheng Yize shook his head, unable to comprehend the meaning behind Zheng Haoyu's words.
