"I just can't bear it." Qiao Jingchen gave a bitter smile. "How can I bear to let a kind old man lose everything? Yuezhou, I can't just pretend nothing happened, I can't just go and acknowledge my biological mother, I can't let all the effort my parents put in over the years go to waste. Only I know, after Weilan left, my parents were never the same, they no longer dared to command or demand things from Weilan. What we do now is just maintain a courteous relationship. And do you know what I really want? A real father-son relationship, where he can scold me, get angry at me, and demand things from me, instead of maintaining a courteous distance. How can I live up to the emotions and efforts they've invested in me all these years?"
Zhuang Yuezhou tightly gripped Qiao Jingchen's hand, sighed, and said, "Jingchen, I understand, we can take it slow."
The phone rang.
It was Zhuang Yuezhou's phone, the caller ID showed it was Weilan calling.
