Su Mingde lowered his head in shame.

"I even harbored resentment towards you in my heart."

Su Jianguo's hands trembled slightly, but his expression remained calm.

"Go on."

"I was caught stealing money that night, and you were right to kick me out."

Su Mingde's tears dripped onto the white bed sheet, leaving dark stains.

"I deserve to sleep under bridges, I deserve to be robbed by beggars... this is all my retribution."

"Dad, I know I was wrong, I really do."

He said, sobbing.

"I swear I will never have anything to do with Liu Meijuan again. I...I'm willing to accept any punishment, as long as you can forgive me..."

Su Jianguo sat down again and sighed deeply.

"Second brother, do you know what makes me angrier the most?"

Su Mingde shook his head blankly.

"It wasn't you who stole the money, it wasn't you who talked back to me, it wasn't even you who wanted to marry that slut."

Su Jianguo's voice suddenly turned stern.

"You were willing to abandon this family for her!"

These words struck Su Mingde like a hammer blow to the chest. He curled up in pain, not because of the injury to his ribs, but because he finally saw the foolishness he had once known.

"Dad, I..."

He choked up and couldn't speak a complete sentence.

Do you know what home is?

Su Jianguo continued, his tone gradually softening.

"Home is where you can return when you're hurt, and where you can be forgiven for your mistakes."

Su Mingde raised his head.

"I kicked you out because I wanted you to understand this principle."

Su Jianguo reached out and wiped away the tears on his son's face.

"Now it seems you finally understand."

Wang Xiulan and her two daughters wiped away tears on the side, while De Sumingqiang, standing in the corner, suddenly felt as if he had become an outsider.

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Meanwhile, unlike the prodigal son returning home story at the hospital.

The police station.

Throughout the morning, Wang Defa went to great lengths, pulling strings and using his connections to minimize the impact of the incident.

After all, under the emperor's nose, the attitude is to suppress as much as possible.

This resulted in Wang Defa suffering no actual loss, and the Su family father and son were essentially beaten for nothing.

Of course, Wang Defa also lost his beloved hair.

Inside a car.

Wang Defa sat in the passenger seat, his fat fingers tapping incessantly on the car door handle.

His scalp was still throbbing slightly; the area where Su Mingfu had pulled out his hair had been treated with medicine, but it still burned.

"Drive faster! What are you dawdling for?"

Wang Defa yelled impatiently at his son, spitting on the windshield.

Wang Zhenguo gripped the steering wheel tighter, a little scared, after all, the mess he had made this time was quite big.

"Dad, this is already the fastest we can go; any faster and we'll be speeding."

"Speeding? You fucking know how to obey the law now?"

Wang Defa suddenly turned his head, his fat face trembling with anger.

"Didn't you think about the consequences when you hit someone last night?"

The car's air conditioning was blowing cold air, but it only fueled Wang Defa's anger.

Wang Zhenguo pursed his lips and remained silent.

Wang Defa pulled a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket, shook one out, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a "click" of a lighter.

"This time, it was thanks to Director Liu's help; otherwise, do you think you could have gotten away so easily?"

He took a deep drag of his cigarette, and smoke billowed from his nostrils.

"Those peasants from the Su family almost made things escalate!"

"So what?"

Wang Zhenguo finally couldn't help but refute.

"They're just a bunch of workers. What trouble can they possibly cause?"

"You don't know anything!"

Wang Defa slapped the dashboard, and cigarette ash fell onto his trousers.

"What time is it now? Stability is paramount! The thing the higher-ups hate most is mass incidents! If it weren't for my connections and Director Liu's concern about his reputation, would this have been suppressed so easily?"

As the car drove along Chang'an Avenue, the large-character posters along the roadside rustled in the wind.

Wang Zhenguo's face turned ugly.

"What did Meijuan's father say?"

Wang Defa sneered and stubbed out his cigarette in the car ashtray.

"What, scared now? What can I say? What else can I say! When you were playing around with that girl, didn't you think about the consequences? He's giving you two choices: either you divorce your husband and marry his daughter, or he'll send you to jail!"

Wang Zhenguo's steering wheel jerked violently, and the car nearly crashed into the roadside guardrail.

"Hold!"

He quickly steadied the ship.

"That bitch Liu Meijuan! She was the one who seduced me first!"

"Bullshit!"

Wang De was furious.

"You think I don't know? How many times the hell have you gotten into trouble because of women? Last time it was Old Zhang's daughter from the supply and marketing cooperative, then it was Little Liu from the education bureau, and this time, you've gone and gotten involved with the daughter of the director of the industry and commerce bureau! Are you fucking tired of living?"

Silence fell over the car for a moment, with only the roar of the engine.

Wang Zhenguo's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"Dad... what about Xiaofang..."

His voice was weak, and he clearly lacked confidence when mentioning his current wife.

Wang Defa sighed heavily, his obese body sinking into the seat.

"The daughter of the neighborhood committee director... is not someone to be trifled with."

He rubbed his temples.

"Both sides are local strongmen; you can't afford to offend either of them."

The car turned into a small alley to avoid the congestion on the main road.

Wang Zhenguo bit his lip: "How about... we give Director Liu some money?"

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